Better Than Yours

LETRA

Better Than Yours

Yeah, yeah, yeah
My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard
This **** hit better than yours
This **** hit better than yours
Come eat me out my draws
Go 'head, baby, swipe yo card
Bitch you better go hard
This **** hit better than yours
This **** hit better than yours

Yeah
She bounce it around and she poking it out she surf on the money she wavy
Bend that shit over and look in his eyes
Go tell that little ni*** to pay me (Pay up)
Throw that ass like you Brady (Brady)
Blow a bag like you vaping (Blow it)
Pop it like some fireworks, I'm a popstar like I'm Katy (Popping)
Superman, no savin' (Uh)
Simon says you should pay me (Pay up)
Twerking ass on a private jet and he took us all on vacation (Yeah)

My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard
This **** hit better than yours
This **** hit better than yours
Come eat me out my draws
Go 'head, baby, swipe yo card
Bitch you better go hard
This **** hit better than yours
This **** hit better than yours

Hold on
Nah, come here, don't you run from me
I'm on top of your ass like a bumblebee
Stabbing that back to back, I know you lovin' me
Good girls, bring all 5s to the yard
For the slime, bitch, you better go hard
Got hoes throwin' ass infront of my car
Bet' not waste my time, better play your part
And I'm with a girl, twerk, shake earth, my God
Bitch got a body, so [?], she exotic
They gon' stop and stare when she go and pop it
Wanna know how she got it, she tell everybody

My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard (Tell em' Coi)
This **** hit better than yours (Leray)
This **** hit better than yours (Youngboy)
Come eat me out my draws (Okay)
Go 'head, baby, swipe yo card (Yeah)
Bitch you better go hard (Top!)
This **** hit better than yours
This **** hit better than yours

Make 'em spend it
He a trick, I'ma make him blow it
Little ass but I'ma keep on twerking
Brand new titties come see it in person
Shout out my surgeon
Broke niggas make me nervous
He ain't throwin' dubs then his pockets hurtin'
Cut a ni*** off 'cause that shit was not working
My brothers got Glocks and bitch, I got purses
You bitches is pu***, you know I ain't worried
You bitches can't dress, you know I ain't worried
You bitches can't rap, you know I ain't worried
Get in the booth, you know I ain't worried

My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard (Tell em' Coi)
This **** hit better than yours (Leray)
This **** hit better than yours (Youngboy)
Come eat me out my draws (Okay)
Go 'head, baby, swipe yo card (Yeah)
Bitch you better go hard (Top!)
This pu*** hit better than yours
This pu*** hit better than yours