Best Me

[Intro]
(kass) Okay
I ain't wastin' no more fuckin' time (Pz', what the fuck?)
Hey, hey, hey

[Chorus]
Man, these bitches so messy
Kick yo' spot in, I'm feelin' like Messi
Ho you dead, bitch, don't text me
Kicked her out, now they wanna arrest me
Poppin' shit, can't no nigga outdress me
Model broad, now she wanna caress me
Only goal is to be the best me
Only goal is to be the best me

[Verse 1]
Oh my God, these bitches so messy
Undress me, undress me
Suck the dick like you drinking some Nestlé
Dollar gang, ain't no nigga gon' test me
Super stamped, no nigga gon' press me
Overseas, smoke these [?]
Suck the soul, shawty tore up her knees (Blatt)
Asian vibe, my new bitch Japanese (Blatt)
She gon' pick up my pack from [?]
Shawty lit, but she love the [?]
We gon' stay in LA for the week
Man, these niggas some sheep
Ichigo, man, I'm poppin' like Bleach
Ricky pants, man, I love me some crease
You lil' niggas can't fuckin' compete
Like, Pz', we gon' do this shit easy
We gon' wipe ya nose, greasy
Puttin' niggas on TV
Shout out gang, yeah, that's Teezy
That's my brother, that's gang
Øway, fuck the fame
And these pussies be chasin' the fame
Poppin' shit, bitch, I'm shakin' my chain, bitch (Woah)

[Chorus]
Man, these bitches so messy
Kick yo' spot in, I'm feelin' like Messi
Ho you dead, bitch, don't text me
Ho you dead, bitch, don't touch me
Kicked her out, now they wanna arrest me
Poppin' shit, can't no nigga outdress me
Model broad, now she wanna caress me
Only goal is to be the best me
Only goal is to be the best me

[Verse 2]
Caught a rat in the trap, where you at?
When I drop, I be bringin' it back
Off the shroomies, I'm feelin' relaxed
Keep a blick on you, baby, don't lack
Twitter tweetin', I don't even react
I caught 'em thieving, now we takin' his hat
Pz' [?], he ain't cuttin' no slack
Cross the globe, man, I ain't comin' back
Like my hoes put some paint on her toes
Different flows, I be shocking the globe
Celine tee with a Burberry throw
My bitch mean when she strike her lil' pose
Dream team, dollar crossin' the globe
When that switchy hit you, bullets grippin' yo' soul
I pray to God that I get this lil' roll
Just dropped a bag on this Dior Homme
Wrist wet, two-tone
AP the Patek, got two phones
We gon' leave him distressed in a group home
Niggas pressed shawty bumpin' my new song
We gon' put yo' main vibe in a new thong
Little bitch eat me up like a crouton
I'm super fried off this pack, man, I'm too gone
We gon fold that boy up like a—

[Outro]
Futon, so gone
I just been fried off this pack, I swear that I'm so gone
So long, I ain't seen shawty in so long
When I think about you, I get in that mode
I know that I just wanna come home