"Better Off Dead" lyrics
(Ditty we bout' to be rich baby)
I can't love, all that shit is not meant for me
If you riding, better sit with me
Is you gon' be there when shit get lit for me?
Late night, tell that nigga you missing me
How the fuck did I let that bitch get to me?
Like damn, you ain't shit to me
And I need you, you ain't feeling me
So when I see you, don't be feeling me
She like Sha, you a goat
Keep on rapping, you gon' blow
When I'm fucking her good, she be curling her toes
And she like when I'm fucking her soul
When I grab on her butt, put my hand on her throat
And if I get up with you, nobody gon' know
To ya' crib, I'm bringing my pole
If it's oppy, I will not go
Let me know if it's rocky
30 clip, just in case they move oppy
(Imma' flick), they can't stop me
Bullets punching, we beat em' like Ali (On the strip)
Like stay beside me, anything that you want, I'm like "Cop it" (I'm the shit)
And it's wocky, she move funny but stay tryna' watch me, 'cause I'm rich, like
I really gave you my trust, like, I-I really showed you enough
You all in my phone, tryna see who I'm cuffin'
You only call me when you wanted to fuck
Late nights, with' it tucked
It was just me and you, now it's us
Somebody calling, (like), bitch I won't pick up
I can't love, all that shit is not meant for me
If you riding, better sit with me
Is you gon' be there when shit get lit for me?
Late night, tell that nigga you missing me
How the fuck did I let that bitch get to me?
Like damn, you ain't shit to me
And I need you, you ain't feeling me
So when I see you, don't be feeling me
She like Sha, you a goat
Keep on rapping, you gon' blow
When I'm fucking her good, she be curling her toes
And she like when I'm fucking her soul
When I grab on her butt, put my hand on her throat
And if I get up with you, nobody gon' know
To ya' crib, I'm bringing my pole
If its oppy, I will not go
Let me know if it's rocky
30 clip, just in case they move oppy
(Imma' flick), they can't stop me
Bullets punching, we beat em' like Ali (On the strip)
Like stay beside me, anything that you want, I'm like "Cop it" (I'm the shit)
And its wocky, she move funny but stay tryna' watch me, 'cause I'm rich
I can't love, all that shit is not meant for me
If you riding, better sit with me
Is you gon' be there when shit get lit for me?
Late night, tell that nigga you missing me
How the fuck did I let that bitch get to me?
Like damn, you ain't shit to me
And I need you, you ain't feeling me
So when I see you, don't be feeling me
She like Sha, you a goat
Keep on rapping, you gon' blow
When I'm fucking her good, she be curling her toes
And she like when I'm fucking her soul
When I grab on her butt, put my hand on her throat
And if I get up with you, nobody gon' know
To ya' crib, I'm bringing my pole
If it's oppy, I will not go
Let me know if it's rocky
30 clip, just in case they move oppy
(Imma' flick), they can't stop me
Bullets punching, we beat em' like Ali (On the strip)
Like stay beside me, anything that you want, I'm like "Cop it" (I'm the shit)
And it's wocky, she move funny but stay tryna' watch me, 'cause I'm rich, like
I really gave you my trust, like, I-I really showed you enough
You all in my phone, tryna see who I'm cuffin'
You only call me when you wanted to fuck
Late nights, with' it tucked
It was just me and you, now it's us
Somebody calling, (like), bitch I won't pick up
I can't love, all that shit is not meant for me
If you riding, better sit with me
Is you gon' be there when shit get lit for me?
Late night, tell that nigga you missing me
How the fuck did I let that bitch get to me?
Like damn, you ain't shit to me
And I need you, you ain't feeling me
So when I see you, don't be feeling me
She like Sha, you a goat
Keep on rapping, you gon' blow
When I'm fucking her good, she be curling her toes
And she like when I'm fucking her soul
When I grab on her butt, put my hand on her throat
And if I get up with you, nobody gon' know
To ya' crib, I'm bringing my pole
If its oppy, I will not go
Let me know if it's rocky
30 clip, just in case they move oppy
(Imma' flick), they can't stop me
Bullets punching, we beat em' like Ali (On the strip)
Like stay beside me, anything that you want, I'm like "Cop it" (I'm the shit)
And its wocky, she move funny but stay tryna' watch me, 'cause I'm rich
Writer(s): Khaled Rohaim, Ryan Vojtesak, Robert John Richardson, Corbin Smidzik, Charlton Kenneth Jeffrey Howard, Shavar Williams, Devon A Averett
