Lyrics Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy

Bet That

Sittin' high, still ridin' dem big whips

Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks

Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back, you can bet that

You can bet that I ride

I shine, nigga, you can bet that

I smoke, I drank, boy, you can bet that

Twenty-twos, twenty-fours all we roll...

I'm a dope rider fa' sho'

Everyday me and my dog - we wylin'

Seven-tre, seven-five dope ridin'

And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin'

Big nine with me 'cause a fuckin' nigga tried me

They already know how I let him go

Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral

How the hell a O.B. gon' try me?

I'm O.G. on and off TV, see

Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck y'all

Tryin' to hate on my dawgs, hell, fuck, nah

Why you hatin' on a nigga like that?

Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back?

I know some niggaz don't like this

But them niggaz is the reason I'm like this

Fuck, niggaz done made me mad

I'm 'bout to snap 'n' put this K on his ass

Hey

I pull up Bentleys, lookin' like they not annoyed

Trunk popped up, lookin' like a Tonka Toy

If you don't like it, you know can get that Almond Joy (What?)

Deez nuts, nigga; wuddup, Trick? I got ya boy

I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call

Ridin' wit' my trunk popped up like I'm "Above the Law"

Tires wet and, nigga, they still drippin' Armor-All

Tell me you gon' fall, and I ain't got to use the arm at all

Bet Daddy finna trick 'em, finna flip the paper

Chamillinator, me and Trick - we finna shred a hater

Tip the dinner waiter, trick 'em like we finna date her

Get off ya sleeves, let 'em breathe like a ventilator

Hey, what can I say me and the king Of M.I.A

Finna, (hey) finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna pay

Stay wit' it; hey, you, we ain't finna play

Snatch ya off the wheels, and you can watch ya rims spin away

(In the club wit' my dogs - we wylin'

Two straight coup grey dome ridin')

Look at cha boy; got so many hoes

Look in his mouf; he got so many gold

(I'm sippin', and I'm goin'

Whole click, that's how we rollin')

Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know

(And that's everywhere that we go)

All I wanna do is

Drive my Chevy through years

And let 'em sweat the candy paint

Ain't it right? Ain't it tight? Ain't it nice? Yes

Niggaz like, "Who painted that?"

Candy apple green, lookin' mean anywhere

Tweety seat with the digital dash

And a swat just right in the ass

{They wanna know what I got in here

I got shit when it hit, betta run 'em up outta here}

They ain't never heard nothin' like that

And they ain't even turned the bass up yet

{I love aggressive music

I smoke, I listen to it}

I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit, but I can't do it