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cdot honcho - bet not lyrics

[hook]
ay, prices just went up
i control sh-t, robots
i hit the gas in that b-tch do a donut
i’m finna smoke up the whole lot
i love that money a whole lot
i love that dope i be smoking a whole lot
used to hoop up in the backyard
now i’m on flights finna stop up in goyard, why not?
know that boy been tryna catch up
pull up foe nem bout to wet up, bet not
that mean that i’m tryna set up
i hit them k!llas they push up, bet not
n-ggas gon’ hate cause i’m so hard
foe nem will stank out your front yard, bet not
you ain’t on sh-t, you irrelevant
ak sweep, you sweep up the evidence, bet not

[verse 1]
three hundred t-shirt from vlone
my pockets all blue and look green like a peac-ck
she called me private cause that b-tch ain’t unblocked
fo enem kick doors, give a f-ck if it’s unlocked
i know your n-gga ain’t sh-t like me
wherever i shop, when i leave gotta restock
car super loud like i’m under a valock
jumped in the game, threw that b-tch in a headlock
exotic whip, it ain’t from here
exotic b-tch, she exotic, ain’t from here
exotic dope, it ain’t from here
n-ggas can smell it before i even come near
n-ggas gon’ die tryna see what it feel like
hunnid round catch what it feel like?
i might go get a trackhawk if i feel like
just to see what the b-tch feel like

[hook]
ay, prices just went up
i control sh-t, robots
i hit the gas in that b-tch, do a donut
i’m finna smoke up the whole lot
i love that money a whole lot
i love that dope i be smoking a whole lot
used to hoop up in the backyard
now i’m on flights, finna stop up in goyard, why not?
know that boy been tryna catch up
pull up foe nem bout to wet up, bet not
that mean that i’m tryna set up
i hit them k!llas they push up, bet not
n-ggas gon’ hate cause i’m so hard
foe nem will stank out your front yard, bet not
you ain’t on sh-t, you irrelevant
ak sweep, you sweep up the evidence, bet not

[verse 2]
come get your hoe, she a freak
she brought some b-tches decided by me
now its three hoes i’m divided by
on my iphone this sh-t televised
i’m doin 200, this not an rt
foe nem masked up like the taliban
bet you won’t get out that traffic jam
ain’t sh-t but hollows gon’ avalanche, pull off in something fast
i’m going shopping got 10 on me
i love my debit, got rubber bands
foe nem got arms like they -ss got another hand, aye
try something, your scalp going to birmingham
she try that sh-t with another man
know i got guap, i can take her to wonderland
i told her i get what i wanna get
i’m still with them n-ggas i started with

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