XENTIAL - BET (feat. JAYCRAY) [REMIX]

Tappy, you're tripping, XENTIAL
Hahaha, Chee
(Got problem with X, you know what I said?
"Bet"
Fuck it I'm leaving him red
I move by myself, not jacking a set
Got blood on my fists, don't lack, I don't let
Can't fuck with these nigga's, can't fuck with these hoes
I stay with the pole, don't care they upset
Gang, I'ma click 'till he gone, man, fuck the consent, grrt)
He got beat on the strip and his boy is a fed
Don't back out, nigga you fled
I'm cracking the 6
You heard what I said
Don't drop my shit get 5 to your leg
All day, all black, one V, three deep
I poke out the beam for fucking with me
One man, one gun, all black .19
I'm hearing him preach for blessing the team
Got problem with X, you know what I said?
"Bet"
Fuck it I'm leaving him red
I move by myself, not jacking a set
Got blood on my fists, don't lack, I don't let
Can't fuck with these nigga's, can't fuck with these hoes
I stay with the pole, don't care they upset
Gang, I'ma click 'till he gone, man, fuck the consent, grrt
They want me dead and the feeling's mutual
Smoke ******, that shit, that's usual
Fuck with my niggas who's holding it down
And keeping it clean, that shit that's beautiful
I'm fighting these wars inside of my head
It's me versus me, get cut like cuticle
Archive, ain't get no funeral
Respect on my name, get fame like people do
(Yeah, respect on my name, get fame, like people do)
Where was I wrong? Like what did I do?
I stay to myself, these people ain't true
There's one in my heart, that's shit that I knew
I just want her, yeah I just want you
(There's one in my heart, that's shit that I knew
I just want her, yeah I just want you)
They want me dead and the feeling's mutual
Smoke (shh), that shit, that's usual
Fuck with my niggas who's holding it down
And keeping it clean, that shit that's beautiful
I'm fighting these wars inside of my head
It's me versus me, get cut like cuticle
Archive, ain't get no funeral
Respect on my name, get fame like people do
Focused on money, I'm focused on blue
But if you talk down, you get sent to the moon
Fuck giving out little black and blues
I'm hanging with demons who're clutching on tools
And we do not play by the rules
Remember I was broke skipping school
But now that I'm up, ain't no way I'ma lose
But you could lose your life trying to play me like a fool
Pop his melon like a damn balloon
Like whatchu gon' do?
Like whatchu gon' do?
And when we hoppin out V's and we letting it boom
Me and X in the spot gettin hoes wet
Just like a pool
Like whatchu gon' do?
Like who the fuck you?
(Like whatchu gon' do?)
Who the fuck is you?)
Got a problem with X, you know what I said?
"Bet" (Bet, bet)
Bet, bet, bet, bet
Bet, bet, bet, bet
Bet, bet, bet, bet

Written by:
Xavier Velez

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