I DO IT BETTER

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, diamond from home, might fit in a bag (I love you, NT)
Damn, I took [?] he want it all back
Damn, come with the killers, like who is that?
Fuck it, I'll call you a cab, damn
Brand new bitch hit a handstand

[Chorus]
My brand new bitch hit a grand slam
New bitch on Shannon Briggs, let's go champ
I'm the type to come in and ruin your plans
Bitch, you is a zombie, yeah, shit with the plans
I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands
I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands
I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands
I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands
Hee-hee, type shit you never wanna see, see
Money count say B, B
I'm right out of [?], she won't leave me
I'm 'bout to blow up like TNT
Got forty bad bitches in a B&B
Got a hundred-some girls wanna sleep with me
Always up on her phone, want a picture with me

[Refrain]
Bitch, I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Damn)

[Verse]
Talk on the gang, we'll need the Beretta
Both of your pockets, still getting lesser, and lesser, and lesser
Got a new ho, kinda looking like Zetra
I move like Tempa, I killed a pussy boy, he up on a stretcher
I'm gunning away, bitch, they call me Young Strapper
They counting me out, like Morale and his steppers
I'm in a lab (I'm in a lab), bitch, I'm in the lab, I feel like Dexter
How she the one for you when it all [?]?
She gon' [?] out like a motherfucking lever (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, diamond from home, might fit in the bag (Woo)
Damn, I took [?] he want it all back
Damn, come with the killers, like who is that?
Fuck it, I'll call you a cab, damn
Brand new bitch hit a handstand

[Chorus]
My brand new bitch hit a grand slam
New bitch on Shannon Briggs, let's go champ
I'm the type to come in and ruin your plans
Bitch, you is a zombie, yeah, shit with the plans
I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands
I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands
I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands
I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands
Hee-hee, type shit you never wanna see, see
Money count say B, B
I'm right out of [?], she won't leave me
I'm 'bout to blow up like TNT
Got forty bad bitches in a B&B
Got a hundred-some girls wanna sleep with me
Always up on her phone, want a picture with me

[Refrain]
Bitch, I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
Bitch, I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
Bitch, I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
Bitch, I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)
I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Damn)