Getting Better
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Niggas be like fuck that gay shit, but they sucking dick
I don't understand DL niggas, So I quit
Quit tryna chase things that don't got a check
Oh you not tryna pay me?
Get the Ref to call a tech
Cuz that's foul
Niggas on the prowl
Tryna take my shine, but they better bow down
I'm a king
I'm stinging with my bling
And every bad bitch that I bring
Got the party in a fling
I got a crew of bad bitches
Always ready for the party
Niggas wanna know if we smashing
Mind your fucking business buddy
I don't gotta xplain shit
Unless you putting dollars up
Let me route you to my bank
Here's the routing number chump
They call me Kid Lit
That's a name that got some weight
Heavy like Precious
Treat the game like its a plate
Eating good
I rather hood than Hollywood
Brooklyn is the realest
Fuck the fake shit yo I'm good
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
It's a Friday and the weekend is around the corner, Whoa!
Hit the driveway, Got the Benz parked up, Time to Go
Hit my best friend on the celly, told him let's go get this bread
He responded on the group text, six bad bitches on the the thread
Hustle Every Day
That's the only thing I know
Investing in myself and I'm watching that shit grow
Niggas will spend stacks on some liquor and some blow
Niggas stunting hard with some empty pockets, Whoa!
Well if you gone stunt, just make sure it's worth the night
When bottle girls spark that light
Find a bad bitch on sight
Just make sure that I don't take her
Call me Trey, I'll sing a song
Hit my chest, Hard like gator
Mating call, King the Kong
Puma, Fendi, Prada
Dressing Down for the Gods
Now your bitch call me dada
And she still call you Todd
All your friends call you Rob
Robbed your Chyna, fade to black
Yeah I fucked her, but don't want her
So I'm giving your girl back
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Niggas be like fuck that gay shit, but they sucking dick
I don't understand DL niggas, So I quit
Quit tryna chase things that don't got a check
Oh you not tryna pay me?
Get the Ref to call a tech
Cuz that's foul
Niggas on the prowl
Tryna take my shine, but they better bow down
I'm a king
I'm stinging with my bling
And every bad bitch that I bring
Got the party in a fling
I got a crew of bad bitches
Always ready for the party
Niggas wanna know if we smashing
Mind your fucking business buddy
I don't gotta xplain shit
Unless you putting dollars up
Let me route you to my bank
Here's the routing number chump
They call me Kid Lit
That's a name that got some weight
Heavy like Precious
Treat the game like its a plate
Eating good
I rather hood than Hollywood
Brooklyn is the realest
Fuck the fake shit yo I'm good
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
It's a Friday and the weekend is around the corner, Whoa!
Hit the driveway, Got the Benz parked up, Time to Go
Hit my best friend on the celly, told him let's go get this bread
He responded on the group text, six bad bitches on the the thread
Hustle Every Day
That's the only thing I know
Investing in myself and I'm watching that shit grow
Niggas will spend stacks on some liquor and some blow
Niggas stunting hard with some empty pockets, Whoa!
Well if you gone stunt, just make sure it's worth the night
When bottle girls spark that light
Find a bad bitch on sight
Just make sure that I don't take her
Call me Trey, I'll sing a song
Hit my chest, Hard like gator
Mating call, King the Kong
Puma, Fendi, Prada
Dressing Down for the Gods
Now your bitch call me dada
And she still call you Todd
All your friends call you Rob
Robbed your Chyna, fade to black
Yeah I fucked her, but don't want her
So I'm giving your girl back
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
Every Single Day I'm getting Better
Only Give a Fuck about the cheddar
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Writer(s): Kris Macken
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