CashMoneyAP
Who Better
[Chorus]
30 shots or better, I cannot flock with a feather
I cannot rock with a teller, I'm giving out smoke, whoever
I'mma just give her the D, fucking a chocolate bitch, Nutella
All of these racks on me, it got your bitch doing whatever I tell her
I'm in LA, AP in the coupe, I'm whipping a white Panamera
I see a opp, then I gotta shoot, you know I'mma get 'em together
[?] with the Porsche, I give it to Su, I'm boutta go hop in a Tesla
View all my shit, they don't have a clue, I'm fucking em up, who better? Uh

[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm smooth, clever, uh, pulling n***as cards like levers, uh
Chopper rip parts they sever, uh, chase a n***a down I'mma catch him, uh
All face shots, vest him, say you a savage then I gotta test him, uh
If he ain't right, left him, I see a opp and you know I'mma stretch him, uh
I ain't gone lie, shit been crazy I'm getting the top while I'm texting, uh
I just smoked a half a P but I ain't been doing no stressing, uh
My bitch saying, she gone leave bitch I was a dog when I met you, uh
I ain't gone lie, if she leave, I might put her friend on the schedule, uh
I'm getting high and I'm smoking on medical
N***as be fake gotta watch what they telling you
I don't wanna link if it ain't nothing sexual
Step on a bitch put the gang on a pedestal
I make your bitch eat me up like an edible
Fucking her face and she say I'm incredible
N***as be talking and snitching they federal
Every lil' thing that I say it be credible
[Chorus]
30 shots or better, I cannot flock with a feather
I cannot rock with a teller, I'm giving out smoke, whoever
I'mma just give her the D, fucking a chocolate bitch, Nutella
All of these racks on me, it got your bitch doing whatever I tell her
I'm in LA, AP in the coupe, I'm whipping a white Panamera
I see a opp, then I gotta shoot, you know I'mma get 'em together
[?] with the Porsche, I give it to Su, I'm boutta go hop in a Tesla
View all my shit, they don't have a clue, I'm fucking em up, who better?

[Verse 2]
Uh, look, hop in the benz, and hop in the wraith
Up in the ceiling with stars and space
All of my n***as just rob and take
All of your n***as be fraud and fake
And they be riding in cars with jakes
I met your girl I ain't fucked in a minute
Tell your bitch I need the top today
I'm tryna start a race, then slide on the trey, we popping out cars and spray
Ain't on your block, okay, I'm right at your crib, yeah I'mma just park and wait
N***as be talking that shit, like they from the struggle but I've seen the darkest day
I'm on the road to fame, but I'm not a fan, yeah I took the hardest way
Uh, yeah, say I'm a bitch they lying
Always toting my iron, and I don't fuck with no 9's
N***as talking bout they taking chains, reach for my shit you dying
50 shot take ain't got no aim, cook em like grease deep fry em, uh
[Chorus]
30 shots or better, I cannot flock with a feather
I cannot rock with a teller, I'm giving out smoke, whoever
I'mma just give her the D, fucking a chocolate bitch, Nutella
All of these racks on me, it got your bitch doing whatever I tell her
I'm in LA, AP in the coupe, I'm whipping a white Panamera
I see a opp, then I gotta shoot, you know I'mma get 'em together
[?] with the Porsche, I give it to Su, I'm boutta go hop in a Tesla
View all my shit, they don't have a clue, I'm fucking em up, who better?