Better

I took some Ls Now I do better
I went to jail Had to do better
I had to fail Just to do better
Dust off the scale Now I move better
Ran up the racks Now I do better
I flipped a pack And I knew better
I sent the pack to some new weather
I got the gas For like whoever
I took some Ls Now I do better
I went to jail Had to do better
I had to fail Just to do better
Dust off the scale Now I move better
Ran up the racks Now I do better
I flipped a pack And I knew better
I sent the pack to some new weather
I got the gas For like whoever

Baby relax
I'll hit ya back I'm adjusting to a new schedule

Got some new money And got some new medals
After all I've achieved I can't go settle
After all this heat Ima go kettle
Side bitch tryna spill the tea Told her do better
She just mad cause My baby ma Cooch better
I flipped ounces of weed For a new sweater
Cold heart With Cold Hard blue hunnids
Chrome hearts, Off-white With the louie luggage

On Flights, off flights For a big bag
And it's still on site for ya bitch ass
All I do is get right I don't get mad
And these niggas gettin left They don't get bags
Niggas think they king Kong when they get mad
Motherfucker anybody can wear a shit bag
You the type of nigga To go get ya shit jacked
And talk about it nigga go and get ya shit back
No walking around it But instead he made a diss track

And I don't want to hear that shit
Cause the shit wack

Rollin Runtz with The Gelato Nigga mix Match
And when you talkin to me nigga list facts
And when you tap in with me We gon get stacks
On the way to the Ms we can't Miss that

I took some Ls Now I do better
I went to jail Had to do better
I had to fail Just to do better
Dust off the scale Now I move better
Ran up the racks Now I do better
I flipped a pack And I knew better
I sent the pack to some new weather
I got the gas For like whoever
I took some Ls Now I do better
I went to jail Had to do better
I had to fail Just to do better
Dust off the scale Now I move better
Ran up the racks Now I do better
I flipped a pack And I knew better
I sent the pack to some new weather
I got the gas For like whoever

Aye I flipped a pack And I knew better
Ran up the racs Now I do better
I'm in the air Now I move better
I'm on my way to some new weather
I'm bout my cheese I need new Fetta
I stuff the work in a blue jetta
Yo nigga broke so now who better?
Yo nigga broke so now who better?

Gold in my mouth to talk cash shit
Im from the south so thats average

Bitch i ball hard like a mavrick
You lil niggas is pass tense

I fuck that bitch cause her accent
Now I'm in love with her absence

This shit I got came in dirt cheap
But if its for you then im taxing

This shit 100 no actin
I'm kicking shit Micheal Jackson

I just went got me a new spot
I spent 5 thousand on accents

Oh no way you can get access
For bosses not the masses

This shit here ain't funny
When it come to money
Then Ima be skipping my classes



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Calloway
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