"What's Best" lyrics
Hold up
I can't wrap my head 'round this hoe
Now I'm growing up
And bro gon want the best down the road
Just put your head down, I think you know it's best for us both
Just spent your rent on a motherfuckin' bag and a coat
No more than ten
We just aim 'em at your friends, let 'em go
We don't pretend
If I told you "we gon spin" hide your folks
I'm not impressed
With your current amount of bands, you need more
She was never mine to begin
She just fell in love with the bags
I think I'm going under again
Had it all, let it fall through my hands
I'm running out of time to forgive
I need love, need it all, to convince
I think I'm out my mind, been losing sleep about some ho' that I might never see again
Yeah
I came with that-, on my side, call the cops
He don't bring that-, he get fried, he get shot
Yo' boyfriend ain't on shit, he inside, he just watch
I jump right in that bitch, I'm on ten, I can't stop
I take another-, I'm getting higher than the gods
I cannot love this ho', she get too [?], she a thot
I stretch my pockets way too fucking wide, needa stop
He think he too cold, he get that widebody hot
My brudda fire let them shots up
I can't wrap my head 'round this hoe
Now I'm growing up
And bro gon want the best down the road
Just put your head down, I think you know it's best for us both
Just spent your rent on a motherfuckin' bag and a coat
No more than ten
We just aim 'em at your friends, let 'em go
We don't pretend
If I told you "we gon spin" hide your folks
I'm not impressed
With your current amount of bands, you need more
I can't wrap my head 'round this hoe
Now I'm growing up
And bro gon want the best down the road
Just put your head down, I think you know it's best for us both
Just spent your rent on a motherfuckin' bag and a coat
No more than ten
We just aim 'em at your friends, let 'em go
We don't pretend
If I told you "we gon spin" hide your folks
I'm not impressed
With your current amount of bands, you need more
She was never mine to begin
She just fell in love with the bags
I think I'm going under again
Had it all, let it fall through my hands
I'm running out of time to forgive
I need love, need it all, to convince
I think I'm out my mind, been losing sleep about some ho' that I might never see again
Yeah
I came with that-, on my side, call the cops
He don't bring that-, he get fried, he get shot
Yo' boyfriend ain't on shit, he inside, he just watch
I jump right in that bitch, I'm on ten, I can't stop
I take another-, I'm getting higher than the gods
I cannot love this ho', she get too [?], she a thot
I stretch my pockets way too fucking wide, needa stop
He think he too cold, he get that widebody hot
My brudda fire let them shots up
I can't wrap my head 'round this hoe
Now I'm growing up
And bro gon want the best down the road
Just put your head down, I think you know it's best for us both
Just spent your rent on a motherfuckin' bag and a coat
No more than ten
We just aim 'em at your friends, let 'em go
We don't pretend
If I told you "we gon spin" hide your folks
I'm not impressed
With your current amount of bands, you need more
