"im worse" lyrics

I'm loaded than a bitch, pray this coupe don't swerve
And I hate a broke bitch, I'm sorry, I ain't mean to curse
How you grown and still asking, niggas really got the nerve?
Threw a cross on my jeans like I'm suitin' up for church
I ain't get it off the bitch, but baby, what's that in your purse?
I'm Sideshow Bob with Stanley sticking out my shirt
Got pints on pints, I'm slowly letting go of perks
If you thought the devil wrong, well, let me show you that I'm worse

Hey, what's the word?
If you ain't fucking us, then why you here?
It be hard to pay attention with this demon in my ear
My last bitch a vibe, got me wishing I ain't fuck
If you don't wanna die, I'm suggesting that you duck
They telling me to wait, but I've been running out of patience
They asking what I do for a living, pulled up in spaceships
Try to spray your bitch, but she just really wanna taste it
If you cook, clean, and fuck, I might cuff if you basic

Pink slip at all 'cause I need everything paid
If I throw a crap again, I promise someone getting laid
My pendant match the whip, that's two-fifty for a chain
Only ever at the crib 'cause I'm too busy serving yay
That baby-ass kit, you niggas got in even pieces
Nigga run up on me tripping, he must wanna go see Jesus
Flexin' ten bands, got me asking if they serious
Love a ratchet-ass bitch that suck dick and say, 'Period'

He extra for the 'Gram, just knock it off and sit it down
Take your bitch, me and the gang get our way when she around
How you steady getting stripped? You better tighten up your structure
Nigga must not wanna live, talking to me like a buster
Money murder business, all I know is gang-gang
I know niggas killing people for a simple-ass chain
Imagine what they doing if I offered them a bunch
Don't compare me to these rappers 'cause I'm really quick to bust