Better (feat. Puffs)
You could talk shit but I could do it better
Yo bitch wanna fuck me no matter the weather
I know that I make yo hoe o so wetter
He pull up with a machete I pull out barretas
Bitch I run the game im a fucking trendsetter
I ain't droppin names but that hoe bigger than ever
You could talk a lot but you hide behind a camera
I'm making these hits sippin kool aid jammers
I done fucked yo hoe did that shit in pajamas
Fuckin on your sister but this ain't no Alabama
I just tuned the gt500 with the bama
How we get our money? We are some robbers and some scammers
Smoking a pound of that dro
Got blow on my nose
You know that I'm getting all fucked up
I'mma be Robbin yo hoe coke on my clothes
And my nose is all clogged up
we finna kill all your bros
Don't post in my shows or else yo block gettin shot up
Coppin a Dutch from the store
Smoke in my lungs just like my hair gettin locked up
You could talk shit but I could do it better
Yo bitch wanna fuck me no matter the weather
I know that I make yo hoe o so wetter
He pull up with a machete I pull out barretas
He tried to outsmoke me but I did that shit way heavier
I'm posted up in foreign lands I'm feelin like a settler
I'm taking down these trees, left and right like I'm the onceler
If that bitch gon cheat, then you know that I'll be dumping her
Yo bitch wanna fuck me no matter the weather
I know that I make yo hoe o so wetter
He pull up with a machete I pull out barretas
Bitch I run the game im a fucking trendsetter
I ain't droppin names but that hoe bigger than ever
You could talk a lot but you hide behind a camera
I'm making these hits sippin kool aid jammers
I done fucked yo hoe did that shit in pajamas
Fuckin on your sister but this ain't no Alabama
I just tuned the gt500 with the bama
How we get our money? We are some robbers and some scammers
Smoking a pound of that dro
Got blow on my nose
You know that I'm getting all fucked up
I'mma be Robbin yo hoe coke on my clothes
And my nose is all clogged up
we finna kill all your bros
Don't post in my shows or else yo block gettin shot up
Coppin a Dutch from the store
Smoke in my lungs just like my hair gettin locked up
You could talk shit but I could do it better
Yo bitch wanna fuck me no matter the weather
I know that I make yo hoe o so wetter
He pull up with a machete I pull out barretas
He tried to outsmoke me but I did that shit way heavier
I'm posted up in foreign lands I'm feelin like a settler
I'm taking down these trees, left and right like I'm the onceler
If that bitch gon cheat, then you know that I'll be dumping her
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Writer(s): Chase Rutherford
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