BEST_4_ME lyrics

[Intro]
(POODEE, you have no fear)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I done got a lot of shade to throw
Why these stupid ass b*tches always think they know?
I done ran up my racks, lil' b*tch I stay on go
I ain't f*ckin' with the b*tch, I ain't f*ckin' with the ho
Yeah, shawty hit the drank, got lit right now
Got my baddest lil' ho, shake the hips right now
Like, b*tch, stack the chips, got rich right now
Why they lookin' in my way, yeah, when I walk in that room
That b*tch so fine, walkin' me to my door
That b*tch so fine, had to take her to my room
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Tell me how you want the best for me
But when you're around, girl, you're testin' me
I got mad hoes, God, now you textin' me
Why you liе and repeat? That's the rеcipe
I ain't playin' with these hoes no more
One wrong false move, could come out that door
That boy f*ckin' with a b*tch, yeah, he f*ckin' with a whore
Take 'em out like a jet, yeah, you know I'm finna soar
[Post-Chorus]
Why they been talkin' and sh*t?
Yeah, you know I don't miss, I'm pullin' up with your b*tch
Yeah, I've been rockin' with the Rick Owens blackout outfits
Yeah, why they want me to fail, but I can never just miss?
Before I blow, better post it, better take you a pic
I'm just gettin' the bands, I've been making a p*ss
Don't give a f*ck about your homie, let him rest in p*ss
Yeah, I've been runnin' to the top, I done got there quick
Why you playin' with the gang? You should know this sh*t

[Verse 2]
Lie about the fame, then we notice it
Come through, slide with the K, then we blow this sh*t
I've been ridin' with the gang, [?] know this b*tch
Diamonds shinin' in the light, then they glow and hit
Where was you at when I wasn't sh*t?
That boy fake cappin', he don't wanna go hit for hit
I [?] with a check, you gon' really get hit with sticks
Where the f*ck the action? Man, we about to blow with this
I done got too rich, I can't pay attention
You f*ckin' with me, [?]
Yeah, they say that I'm sick, think I need some medicine
Brodie hop out the cut with the choppa, it's medicine
I don't wanna be on my own so long
Try to play me [?] you will go wrong
Keep on makin' these hits, keep on droppin' these songs
I skip your sh*t, give a f*ck what you on
[Chorus]
Tell me how you want the best for me
But when you're around, girl, you're testin' me
I got mad hoes, God, now you textin' me
Why you lie and repeat? That's the recipe
I ain't playin' with these hoes no more
One wrong false move, could come out that door
That boy f*ckin' with a b*tch, yeah, he f*ckin' with a whore
Take 'em out like a jet, yeah, you know I'm finna soar

[Post Chorus]
Why they been talkin' and sh*t?
Yeah, you know I don't miss, I'm pullin' up with your b*tch
Yeah, I've been rockin' with the Rick Owens blackout outfits
Yeah, why they want me to fail, but I can never just miss?
Before I blow, better post it, better take you a pic
I'm just gettin' the bands, I've been making a p*ss
Don't give a f*ck about your homie, let him rest in p*ss
Yeah, I've been runnin' to the top, I done got there quick
Why you playin' with the gang? You should know this sh*t