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young shiners & est marti - bet on me lyrics

[verse 1: est marti]
free my n+ggas out the feds, r.i.p. to my n+gga red, uh
donny knocked a n+gga out for fartin’ by his bed, uh
laughin’ on the jail call, he like, “bruh, you don’t understand”
i might not, but f+ck ’em, n+gga, you know it’s free you ’til you land
n+ggas ain’t got nothin’ on nothin’, it’s just free you on the ‘gram
if he get it out, takin’ knowledge n+ggas, i’m gettin’ up with my mans
if he get out on some business sh+t, i’ll come up with the plan
the dice game, just bet on me, we’ll run it up again
i’m talkin’ slide somethin’, slide somethin’, hit another ten
then came back with the four, i count the money, watch the door
it’s a shiner thing, we been this way, it’s chicken on the floor
we need everything, stay out the way, sh+t, if you know, you know, huh
if you trap, you trap, leave your foot off in that bowl
put them tire marks on that road and don’t come back ’til it’s sold
i feel broke, my dog spent a half a million on the road
i’m the illest, you can’t be half this man if you told, huh

[chorus: est marti]
aim from side+to+side, you lose it, get it back
watch your move, you ain’t the only n+ggas ’round here with a sack
in my hood right now, somebody pull me out the trap
god, strike me down if one line i say is cap
feds on my trail, just so y’all know, this just a rap
n0body call my phone, i’m paranoid that sh+t is tapped
they say free my bros, but i know it’s just for clout
i swear i’m goin’ for broke if it was a price to get ’em out, uh
[verse 2: est marti]
it’s the home of the robbers, the ones who did it the best
where the side went up a lil’ dangerous, might as well play in the back
where b+tches’ll throw you p+ssy because the chain on your neck
and n+ggas’ll want a cookie because the chain on your neck
you won’t survive if you p+ssy, you gotta take your respect
got heavy rank in my set, i shoot a tank at a rat
the bases is fully loaded, they got the illest at bat
i’m bringin’ my n+ggas home, it get no realer than that
i told her stay out my phone, what you lookin’ for, you gon’ see
i ain’t even finna argue, just f+ck me and you can leave
ain’t dissin’ on instagram, but that’s somethin’ small to a g
be happy that you can talk ’cause your brother can’t even breathe
i say the word and you done, you showcasin’ your speed
i ain’t gotta say sh+t ’cause guns drawn if i sneeze
an achoo could put one of y’all up, that’s blessin’ me
my eyes wide, n+gga, where my versaces? this ecstasy, woah

- young shiners est marti lyrics

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