JT the Bigga Figga - I Bet Ya lyrics

I bet ya ain't gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya I bet ya ain't gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya [Hook] I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies I bet ya, I bet ya I bet ya ain't gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya I'm gonna knock you off your grind I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies I bet ya, I bet ya I bet ya ain't gonna eat, I bet ya, I bet ya I'm gonna run you off of your streets I bet you gonn pop out, 18 was a drop out Last day of that high-school, ran up, you got knocked out sponsored links Old stories like new ones, fast forward, I bought new guns Since then I moved 2 tons, of that mid grade it was too fun Me and johhny go way back, same baggy, same track Same spot where we moved that, 50-50 on 2 sacks Smoke it up in extendos, California where the wind blows Get it in by the FedEx, and you know that my ten folds Same day that plane land, me and johhny got the same bands True religion, robin jean, louie v's, same pants Different shoes, different dollars with different dudes Different spots with different money We dipping out when we dippin through [Hook] I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies I bet ya, I bet ya I bet ya ain't gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya I'm gonna knock you off your grind I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies I bet ya, I bet ya I bet ya ain't gonna eat, I bet ya, I bet ya I'm gonna run you off of your streets Count money, my backroom, loaded up from the dice game Big money, big chain, big rangs, big watches I don't care cause the n***as plottin I don't care I got a n***a to stop em Sitting outside in the parking lot With a big thang and they ready to choppin Defense went offense, money moves I'm cautious Young n***as is home breed, gather up for this bullsh** Big stacks in my hand, looking over my shoulder Kevlar on my chest plate, with the glock 40 my holster Pop and tart my toaster, scrambled eggs with the steak meal bu*ter bread with that razor bread, cause a young n***a gonn stay real Now feed me, rubber bands and shoe boxes 1 boss with a b**h top, as soon as drop top with some head boppin [Hook] I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies I bet ya, I bet ya I bet ya ain't gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya I'm gonna knock you off your grind I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies I bet ya, I bet ya I bet ya ain't gonna eat, I bet ya, I bet ya I'm gonna run you off of your streets I'ma blow when I know, I'm so sure that I bit the pot Can't make Atlanta panic, then they gonn b**h out Turn your house into a tiger, whole crew with just spots If not, catch your eyes, so what's sleeping to stretch you out Got rid of the glock, had to go ahead and cope the k Used to rock the fay, or the frow, like doctor jay Jay ta meet the game like he did doctor dre In my hood the young n***as will knock you out for a block of yay I do it for them boys on the yard serving the 10 feet And the ones that are rock the fans of the... Take your ree up, n***a we up f** me, bet ya ... [Hook] I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies I bet ya, I bet ya I bet ya ain't gonna shine, I bet ya, I bet ya I'm gonna knock you off your grind I bet you ain't gonn hit it, I bet you ain't gonn shine I bet you ain't gonna turn a 4 before you crap out of them dies I bet ya, I bet ya I bet ya ain't gonna eat, I bet ya, I bet ya I'm gonna run you off of your streets.