bet you wont

Someone told me I wasn't going make it one day But fuck that nigga I'm going make anyways Chopp sticks 4 Niks and hell of drakes Spiin around yo block swing this bitch different ways Bet you mad cuz i know yo girl will give me hell of face Lil bro big cuz pop that nigga make him run away Smoking on yo lil homie pack fuck this shit ain't hittin put that shit away All my niggas gremlins all they want to do is catch them a brain Masked up srt don't feel like hittin the fucking breaks Carlos hang out that bit an bang that fucking drake shooting from deep you is not no LeBron James But I'm curry tho hit that motherfucker in his fucking brain Trappin in this bitch gitting hell of bank Bet you won't spin cuz you going to die so sad crying face Call cuz if I need sum gas for all this depression that hasn't gone anyway Smoking on sum good shit taken two to the face Back up before i spazz with this k An the glocks singing like they angles clapping these bitchs every day 8 4 0 always behind me never going to snake An you know we be sliding in yo shit smacken fucking brains Blacked out you not going to fine me any day