Okay Bet Pt. 2

English translation

There weren't even a cold breeze for my man to die in

Yeah,

Lil Baby.

Yeah, I'm finna walk this bitch, nigga. Yeah, gang. They like, "Tyler, get back on your Snap shit. " Okay, bet.

Got like twenty in my fuckin' pants, sixty on my neck.

How the fuck you rappin' 'bout them bands, ain't never seen a check?

Bitch want me to be her man, but I just pass her to the next. Brodie richer than a bitch, why the fuck would I be stressed?

I just woke up, made some fuckin' bands before your ass got dressed.

Bitch, I hop on any beat and fuck it up and make a mess.

You think Mike Tyson in my blunt, you take a puff, it hit your chest.

Nigga, I'm the realest in this shit, you cannot get more realer.

All these diamonds on my fuckin' chain, it might just cause a blizzard. Got this lil' bitch fucked up by the kid and I ain't even hit her.

And all these bitches tryna have my baby like my name is Skiller.

I took my lil' baby on a ski trip, Lil Tyler.

Got people thinkin' I'm a dragon when I say fire. Tell all my hoes that I love 'em, but I'm a liar.

Goin' through my city stabbin' shit like I'm Michael Myers.

Niggas say they gon' kill me, okay, bet. I been tryna put a M in my jeans, these ain't mec'.

I been knockin' down the cold hoes, knockin' off the threats.

Niggas notice me when I be on the Delta, -so I jump off jets.

-Please don't call my phone, it ain't my cheese, don't wanna talk.

Swear to God, you cannot name a fuckin' beat I did not walk. If my nigga C10 tryna get it on, he knock 'em off.

Yeah, my nigga treat 'em somethin' just like Randy, get 'em off. I don't take no fuckin' orders, nigga, yeah.

I don't take no fuckin' orders 'round this bitch 'cause I'm the boss.

Man, I think you better go and grab the map, these niggas lost.

Bitch on my fuckin' feet just like my last name was Ross.

Money in the family, it ain't nothin' that come before that. I done went back to my old bitch, man, it's a throwback.

You need to let your brothers hold somethin', them niggas so flat.

Nigga, we be standin' on that business like it was a doormat.

Nigga, we was broke, but now we ran it up, so we can't go back.

My brodie walked in with a dirty cup like, "Where the soap at? " And that boy be ready to crack a nigga head to where the yolk at.

And all this shit I'm sayin' comin' off the head, I never wrote that.

Nigga tryna steal my flow, give me my flow back.

I been chillin', I'ma still kill 'em, they don't know that. I be actin' like I'm innocent, but I be on that.

Baby keep on tryna throw that pussy at me, I don't want that.

These niggas barkin' on the net, pocket so flat.

Never seen 'em with no money like them boys don't want racks. I been tryna chill on the hits, don't make me go back.

Like a bad barber, -I'll push a lil' nigga fro back.

-They like, "Tyler, get back on your Snap shit. " Okay, bet. Got like twenty in my fuckin' pants, sixty on my neck.

How the fuck you rappin' 'bout them bands, ain't never seen a check?

Bitch want me to be her man, but I just pass her to the next.

Brodie richer than a bitch, why the fuck would I be stressed?

I just woke up, made some fuckin' bands before your ass got dressed. Bitch, I hop on any beat and fuck it up and make a mess. You think Mike

Tyson in my blunt, you take a puff, it hit your chest.

Yeah.

Ski.