Snow Tha Product – Bet That I Will lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bet that I blow a few stacks
Bet you ain’t know, Woke independent
I tell ’em, I know you knew that, Snow be so dope
I’m numbing the feeling of all of the hate that I feel that I’m getting
From broke male rappers and ugly ass women
That say I ain’t shit ’cause of Nicki and Iggy
They downplay the lyrics delivered, I’m killing
I hit ’em, but have you seen ’em?
Only way that I’mma kill it, get a booty like Selena
Heard she ate pizza, now I’m calling Domino’s, Pizza Hut, my man cheesin’
‘Cept for some reason he like that I’m eating
I’m pushing this weight now my weight kinda leaning
But staying in places, he like what he seeing
I tell him grab on ’cause I’m taking these beatings
And I’m out here working again

Ain’t that what I’m supposed to do? Bitch, I’m a Mexican

While you bedazzled, I’m fighting embezzlements

I be in court and I’m not one to settle it

Y’all owe me money, I will fucking get it then

I know the rules and my rules have been bent

And my grind committed, my money demented

I’ll hire some immigrants, pin you like Pinterest

‘Cause they don’t know English, they won’t get a sentence

‘Cause we could build houses, no blueprint, no template

Believe me, it’s easy to burn down your residence

They’ll get away ’cause they’re not on the census

[Hook]

Now, bitch, you can bet that I will

Now, bitch, you can bet that I will

Now, bitch, you can bet that I will

Now, bitch, you can bet that I will

(Bet that I will)

[Verse 2]

This shit ain’t made for twerking bitches

It’s for crazy-ass 2 a.m. on the Gram lurking bitches

For shoot first ask questions last and kill a bitch before you even knew if she did it for certain bitches

It’s for double shift pulling out working bitches

Don’t sell sex, but goddamn I ain’t no virgin, bitches

Fuck me over, I will take your man, I’ll take his new girl and… I’ll turn them bitches!

I got a motherfucking vendetta, never been a little bitch I’m cold as thin sweaters and I’m finna get ’em

When I step up in the venue, and I’m closing out your shows ’cause oooh bitch, you should’ve been better

Look, I don’t give a motherfuck if I never make it to platinum

They’ll always pull up a tab and remember how I was rappin’

How I was killin’ these beats and it’s chronologically captured

They’ll always see how I’m changing these patterns and how these tracks get demolished

‘Cause I been at this, I’ve always been this advanced

Astonished how female rappers steal patterns but they not matchin’

Ironic ’cause if it’s fashion they’d probably have it mastered

But bitches this what I do, I be chopping and I be gassing like “Uh”

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