Текст песни
Pretend you forgot my name if you wanna, turned up all the way
You probably too small to acknowledge, i m that guy Bet, so i m up all night long
Up to the sky, i bet i bust, spit that fire
I bet i bust, didn t we have more blocks than mutombo
You can talk shit but i really don t care, pretend you forgot my name if you wanna, still i bet i bust
put me anywhere on the map
start in your bitch s dreams
bet i feel that soul
Bet i rip this beat, put me on anything Bet, you shittin me
Still i bet i bust, impossible to copy like what everybody try to do
Over the ocean, matter of fact
Never really pimp shit, still i bet i bust
talkin that pimp shit
So bet i m gone, you can bet i roll it
I m that guy, still i bet i bust, 97 in atlanta
need new kidneys
spit that fire
so i drop that shit
Cops ain t shit, spit that fire
Please don t gas me up, still i bet i bust
This is what i does so, with em in the mill
Still i bet i bust, turned up all the way Bet, bet i m thrown
Still i bet i bust, i bet i bust, with em in the mill
so i m up all night long
east of the a
I m back to doin big things, you shittin me, gun go rat-tat-a-tat-tat but a nigga ain t scared
Give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud, front and center Bet, i m fallin hard baseline
Please don t gas me up, the room when the boom hit the booth Bet, bet i know everything about this game
Gun go rat-tat-a-tat-tat but a nigga ain t scared, a sucker lookin for me
Start in your bitch s dreams, this is what i does so, ball through the alley-oop bang
For those who can t hold water, i bet i bust
Really ain t got no home, i bet i bust
Pretend you forgot my name if you wanna, bet i m thrown
Never really served no hard, need new kidneys B.o.B, never really served no hard
You can bet i bust, i bet i bust
Really i m a saint, spit that fire B.o.B, i m that guy
Matter of fact, this is what i does so Bet, you can bet i roll it
still i bet i bust
matter of fact
East of the a, 97 in atlanta, same bentley
But i don t and i won t, i bet i bust
Y all don t really know tre, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud
make it through the day
Bet i rip this beat, if it s fire
gun go rat-tat-a-tat-tat but a nigga ain t scared
y all be playin that role
bet i m thrown
with em in the mill
Matter of fact, front and center
Off the rim i hang, i ma come hard like a boner
Y all be playin that role, really i m a saint
Or twenty feet tall standin on the big screen, cup in the air, y all don t really know tre