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Okay Bet, Pt. 2 Lyrics by Luh Tyler Ft. Skilla Baby, music has been produced by BeatsByTaz.

Okay Bet, Pt. 2 Lyrics

(You aren’t even a cold breeze for my man, Taz) Yeah, ni**a, ayy
Ayy, I’m finna walk this bitch, ni**a
Yeah, gang

They like, “Tyler, get back on your snap shit,” okay, bet (Okay, bet, ni**a)
Got like twenty in my f*ckin’ pants (Yeah), sixty on my neck (On my neck, ni**a)
How the f*ck you rappin’ ’bout them bands? (Yeah) Ain’t never seen a check (Ain’t seen no check, ni**a)
Bitch want me to be her man (Yeah), but I just pass her to the next (Straight to the next)
Boy, we richer than a bitch, why the f*ck would I be stressed? (Would I be stressed?)
I just woke up, made some f*ckin’ bands before your ass got dressed (You ain’t even dressed)
Bitch, I hop on any beat (Ni**a) and f*ck it up, and make a mess (Uh-uh)
You think Mike Tyson in my blunt, you take a puff, it hit your chest (Boom, baow, ni**a)

Ni**a, I’m the realest in this shit (Yeah), you cannot get more realer (Can’t get no realer)
All these diamonds on my f*ckin’ chain, it might just cause a blizzard (Brr)
Got this lil’ bitch f*cked up ’bout the kid and ain’t even hit her (Ain’t even hit her)
And all these bitches tryna have my baby like my name was Skilla

Ski, ha
I took my baby on a ski trip, Luh Tyler (Luh Tyler)
Got people thinkin’ I’m a dragon, what I say fire (Ha)
Tell all my hoes that I love ’em, but I’m a liar (I’m a liar)
Goin’ through my city, stabbin’ shit like I’m Michael Myers (Ayy)
Ni**as say they gon’ kill me, okay, bet (Okay, bet)
I been tryna put a M in my jeans, these ain’t Mek (These ain’t Mek)
I been knockin’ down the cold hoes, knockin’ off the threats (Bop)
Ni**as notice me when I be on the Delta, so I jump on jets (Ha)

Ni**a, please don’t call my phone, it ain’t ’bout cheese, don’t wanna talk (Don’t wanna talk, ni**a)
Swear to God, you cannot name a f*ckin’ beat I did not walk (I did not walk)
If my ni**a see they tryna get it on, he knock ’em off (He knock ’em off, ni**a)
Yeah, my ni**a treat ’em some like Randy, get ’em mossed
I don’t take no f*ckin’ orders, ni**a (What? Yeah)
I don’t take no f*ckin’ orders ’round this bitch ’cause I’m the boss (Bitch, I’m the boss)
Man, I think you better go and grab the map, these ni**as lost (These ni**as lost)
Ricks on my f*ckin’ feet, just like my last name was Ross (Gang, gang)
Money and the family, it ain’t nothin’ that come before that (Yeah)
I done went back to my old bitch, man, it’s a throwback (It’s a throwback, yeah)
You ni**as let your brothers hold some, them ni**as so flat (Them ni**as so flat)
Ni**a, we be standin’ on the business like it was a doormat (That shit a doormat)
Ni**a, we was broke (Yeah), but now we ran it up, so we can’t go back (We can’t go back, ni**a)
My brodie walked in with a dirty cup, like where the soap at? (Uh-uh)
And that boy be ready to crack a ni**a head to where the yolk at
And all this shit I’m sayin’ comin’ off the head, I never wrote that (Ski)

Ni**as tryna steal my flow, give me my flow back (Give me my flow back)
I been chillin’, I’ma still kill ’em, they don’t know that (They don’t know that)
I be actin’ like I’m innocent, but I be on that (I be on that)
Baby keep on tryna throw that pussy at me, I don’t want that, huh
These ni**as barkin’ on the ‘net, pockets so flat (Pockets so flat)
Never see ’em with no money like those boys don’t want racks (They don’t want racks)
I been tryna chill on the hits, don’t make me go back (Chill, chill)
Like a bad barber, I’ll push a lil’ ni**a ‘fro back (Ha)

They like, “Tyler, get back on your snap shit,” okay, bet (Okay, bet, ni**a)
Got like twenty in my f*ckin’ pants (Yeah), sixty on my neck (On my neck, ni**a)
How the f*ck you rappin’ ’bout them bands? (Yeah) Ain’t never seen a check (Ain’t seen no check, ni**a)
Bitch want me to be her man (Yeah), but I just pass her to the next (Straight to the next)
Boy, we richer than a bitch, why the f*ck would I be stressed? (Would I be stressed?)
I just woke up, made some f*ckin’ bands before your ass got dressed (You ain’t even dressed)
Bitch, I hop on any beat (Ni**a) and f*ck it up, and make a mess (Uh-uh)
You think Mike Tyson in my blunt, you take a puff, it hit your chest (Boom, baow, ni**a, yeah)

Ski


SONG INFO:

Song: Okay Bet, Pt. 2
Artist: Luh Tyler Ft. Skilla Baby
Music: BeatsByTaz


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