Bet Against You - Clyde Carson

New business, ain’t finished

Mothafuckin' life

They just scared, my cousins sinners

Free med, still trippin'

Clippin' of the, but is exact with my sissors

I’m livin, I’m fillin'

Like girl, that nigga

Saucin' in my Gucci slippers

Gorgeous feet just for my women

Percy Miller, see no limits

Earl Stevens saucin' with it

Young Clyde feelin' killer

Young Clyde feelin' killer

You

(Why she on my, why, why she on my)

(Why she on my, why, why she on my)

Tryin' to bet against you

Bet against you

(I'm doin')

You

(Why she on my, why, why she on my)

(Why she on my, why, why she on my)

Tryin' to bet against you

Bet against you

I’m drippin', they slippin'

Tryin' to keep up, but they just ain’t got the vision

Follow soon, get busy

I’m pushin' my line, while my neck and wrist is freezin'

On water, dog walker

If it’s problems, if it’s problems, if it’s problems

In the studio, we get straight to them karmas

Like 2Pac, I got ambitionz of a ridah

I got rocks up in my ring, like I got titles

Can be star like Michael Jordan in the finals

Michael Jordans on my feet, where did you find 'em?

With this shit don’t need no mothafuckin' wind-up

You

(Why she on my, why, why she on my)

(Why she on my, why, why she on my)

Tryin' to bet against you

Bet against you

(I'm doin')

You

(Why she on my, why, why she on my)

(Why she on my, why, why she on my)

Tryin' to bet against you

Bet against you