Better lyrics
by Trippie Redd
[Intro]
You— (Haha)
You know everything okay, b*tch (Haha)
Yeah (You so f*ckin' funny), big money
Wow (DJ on the beat so it's a banger), slatt
Uh, uh (Big ol' racks, big 14, know what the f*ck goin' on)
Uh, uh, huh, yeah, ya dig? Yeah
Ha (Yeah), yeah
[Chorus]
If you sad, bae, I'll make it better (Ah, better, yeah)
f*ck you good, bae, I'll make it wetter (Ah, wetter)
Versace with a Gucci sweater (Sweater, yeah)
Everybody know I keep Beretta's (Beretta's, yeah, yeah)
I get to the guap, I count the cheddar (Cheddar)
Cheese, but I'm not a rat, b*tch, I got feathers (Woo, feathers)
Birds of a flock, flock together (Ha, together)
I would hate to be the opps, them n*ggas dead, yeah (Dead, dead, yeah)
[Verse]
Suck my di*k, b*tch, I need my mind blown
I was outside flexin', different time zone
I know n*ggas want my head, but my shoulders still connected
n*gga, get this lethal weapon, leave a slideshow
Yellow tape, b*tch, don't condone fake sh*t
n*ggas fakin' on the kid, boy, don't get a facelift
I got Glocks, b*tch, I don't need no phone to send no message
n*gga stressin', n*gga, beat a n*gga ass just like Tekken, n*gga (DJ on the—)
[Chorus]
If you sad, bae, I'll make it better (Ah, better, yeah)
f*ck you good, bae, I'll make it wetter (Ah, wetter)
Versace with a Gucci sweater (Sweater, yeah)
Everybody know I keep Beretta's (Beretta's, yeah, yeah)
I get to the guap, I count the cheddar (Cheddar)
Cheese, but I'm not a rat, b*tch, I got feathers (Woo, feathers)
Birds of a flock, flock together (Ha, together)
I would hate to be the opps, them n*ggas dead, yeah (Dead, dead, yeah)
[Outro]
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)