Worse Than b*tches lyrics

[Intro]
You're worse than a b*tch yeah
You're worse than a b*tch yeah
Yeah
You're worse than these b*tches
Gotta get to the riches
Talking money, them digits
Yeah

[Chorus]
These n*ggas acting like b*tches
They worse than they b*tch
Im in Ferraris, I'm hitting the switch
200 miles I ain't hitting no ditch
She wanna f*ck cause she see that we rich
I put some ice on my wrist
Nah n*gga I ain't serving no zips
I f*ck on your b*tch after that I'ma dip

[Verse 1]
I'm in designer from head to toe
Pull out [?] I let it go
You a imposta like spaghetti though
I ain't sippin green but I'm ready though
In a foreign with a bad hoe, yaah
She be callin me her dad though
Blue hundreds, nah I ain't sad though
I run it up like it's a race
Vapor max when i step out the Wraith
See the stars and I feel outer space
And my pockets they still out of space
Keep my money on me, I feel safe, yaaah
I see twelve and I'm doing the race, yaah
My brothers with me it ain't going down
Pop still with me, go a hundred rounds
I get so high, I ain't coming down, yaah
He a pus*y he don't come around
Ass fat, turn that sh*t around
Feel like i'm Young Joc b*tch it's going down, yaah

[Chorus]
These n*ggas acting like b*tches
They worse than they b*tch
Im in Ferraris, I'm hitting the switch
200 miles I ain't hitting no ditch
She wanna f*ck cause she see that we rich
I put some ice on my wrist
Nah n*gga I ain't serving no zips
I f*ck on your b*tch after that I'ma dip
[x2]

[Verse: 2]
This little b*tch wanna lay up
Brodie pass me the rock and I lay up
Nah n*gga, I ain't taking no pay cuts
I hate b*tches that wear all that make up
Counting hundreds as soon as I wake up, yaaah
Sippin that purple and yellow like Lakers, yaah
I told you that I'ma go get it
We send shots and they hitting your fit
Talking money, we get to the digits, yaah
I don't give a f*ck bout the critics
She come to the show, I'ma hit it
She like me cause I ain't been broke in a minute, yaaah
Cause I stack the money, I stack the money as tall as a tree
[?] get lean, for free
Justo gon' roll up the weed
I'm high as can be off this OG, no I do not need Vizine
And I'm sippin the lean
I want no leak, I got Off-white on my jeans

[Chorus]
These n*ggas acting like b*tches
They worse than they b*tch
Im in Ferraris, I'm hitting the switch
200 miles I ain't hitting no ditch
She wanna f*ck cause she see that we rich
I put some ice on my wrist
Nah n*gga I ain't serving no zips
I f*ck on your b*tch after that I'ma dip
[x2]