Who’s Better? lyrics

[Verse 1: Summrs]
I don't wanna talk, .30 all on me
Glocky be all on me, your b*tch all on me
f*ck her in the sheets, pull off in that Jeep
It's just me and this b*tch, yeah, we two deep
Sippin' on that lean, racks up in my jeans
She treat me like a king, like who better than me?
Who better than me? Who better than me?
I'm so into you, yeah, you so into me
b*tch, I'm off a bean, I can't see a thing
I can't feel a thing, 'cause my heart cold
I need a b*tch like my racks, that means you can't fold
Green light on that glizzy, put that b*tch on go
Countin' hunnids, fifties, and I stay ten toes
Shoutout to my slimes, shoutout to my bros
I won't spend a dime, I know she a ho
I'm just tryna shine, get expensive clothes
b*tches come and go, this money come and stay
Pull up to your spot and shoot up where you stay
Heard you talkin' stupid, we could end that sh*t today
And if I take a L, b*tch, I got a big K
I don't f*ck with snakes, they only on my coat
I be off that lean, can't look, I need some help
Did this by myself, and my boots say YSL
Katie, that's my baby and I know that you could tell
OG cookie strain and I know that you could smell
She dancin' on my di*k, got me harder than a shell
Free my slimes out them bars, hope y'all doing well
b*tch, I keep a MAC, but I make hits off a Dell
And I got them Xans, Perkies on sale
Zippy or a ounce, ship it through the mail
b*tch, I'm a peeper, baby, light up the L
Pull up to the scene, all eyes on me
Glocky with the beam, got a glocky with the beam
And I'm with lil' Weiland, b*tch, we on the scene
Shootin' up a movie like we shootin' Spike Lee
[Verse 2: Weiland]
All these diamonds on my neck, this codeine cost your rent
I can't wife a thot, treat that b*tch with no respect
Got a Tec up in the back, I'ma aim it at your neck
Yeah, these diamonds VVS, yeah, these diamonds, they reflect
Yeah, I'm up on your block, ridin' with a Glock
Watching out for opps, choppa red dot
Aim it at your top, put you on the spot
I be countin' guap, model b*tches givin' top
Number (N)ine jeans, turned into a fiend
Bad b*tch off the bean, bad b*tch off the bean, yeah
I be off them Percocets, yeah
Off the lean, yeah, I can't have no sex, yeah
I be off them Percocets, yeah