[Intro: Lil Gotit & Kodak Black]
Hood baby
I'm in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus]
It's crazy but it's true
Bet up, bet up (Woo)
N***a shut the fuck up and bet up
Bet up, bet up
Racks came in, n***a, bet up (Shut the fuck up)
Bet up, bet up (Gotit)
Scatpack matte black, bet up
Bet up, bet up (Yeah)
They ain't even on that, bet up (Hood baby)

[Verse 1]
I was just on the fuckin' block, n***as ain't fuckin' with narcs (Yeah, yeah)
Big on the motherfucking block, flippin' and finessin' them parts (Yeah, let's go)
I was just worryin' 'bout wealth, 'cause that control my health (Yeah, yeah)
My whole life, I failed, Percocet, word to Dr. Phil (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can hear the streets screechin' when I'm ridin' through in this bitch (Yeah, yeah)
N***a better ever play with me, my shooters can't wait to drop a ten (Yeah, yeah)
Get a lil' woozy, I done had a lil' lean, n***a can't pretend (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I got real real diamonds with Amiris cover my shins

[Chorus]
It's crazy but it's true
Bet up, bet up (Woo)
N***a, shut the fuck up and bet up
Bet up, bet up
Racks came in, n***a, bet up (Shut the fuck up)
Bet up, bet up (Gotit)
Scatpack matte black, bet up
Bet up, bet up (Yeah)
They ain't even on that, bet up (Hood baby)
[Verse 2]
I'm just livin' that YSL lifestyle, nah, I ain't talkin' 'bout life
All my money say, "In God I trust," shit, you know what's right
Everybody 'round me say fuck 12, shit, we know our rights
This shit I put on all these beats can make a grown man cry
This year, YSL on top, make your main bitch get these rocks safe
N***a's face ain't lookin' too right, make them slimes pull them Glocks out
N***a ain't finna burn out, wait the right time just to pop out
N***a ain't finna try nothin', come through this bitch like man down

[Chorus]
It's crazy but it's true
Bet up, bet up (Woo)
N***a, shut the fuck up and bet up
Bet up, bet up
Racks came in, n***a, bet up (Shut the fuck up)
Bet up, bet up (Gotit)
Scatpack matte black, bet up
Bet up, bet up (Yeah)
They ain't even on that, bet up