BlueBucksClan — Better Things

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Real bad bitch and her credit green (Credit green)
Body snatched, no stomach, with a belly ring (With a belly ring)
Your nigga lame, I’ll show you to some better things (Better things)
Metro askin’ what I want, I need everything (I need everything)
Biscotti yellin’ out this ‘Wood, I ain’t said a thing (Yeah, it’s loud)
Think I’m lootin’ ’cause I’m walkin’ out with everything (I got everything)
I was down in the dark, now I see the light (Yeah, I see it)
I was broke, used to starve, now I’m eatin’ right (Yeah, I’m eatin’)

You was eatin’, I was hungry, I couldn’t get a bite (I couldn’t get a bite)
Do a hundred, bitches screamin’ ’cause I’m runnin’ lights (Bitches screamin’)
Bein’ rude to all these hoes, I ain’t bein’ nice (I ain’t bein’ nice)
She gon’ die about this dick, yeah, that’s free advice (She gon’ die ’bout it)
I’ma get it, I’ma grab it, I’m a go-getter (I’m a go-getter)
We got blowers, we ain’t arguin’ with no niggas (Hell nah)
I got hoes in Minnesota, I’m a cold nigga (Cold nigga)
Please don’t put me in the boat with all these old niggas (Please don’t do it)

I’m too high, don’t compare me to these low niggas (I’m too high)
BucksClan, don’t compare us to no broke niggas (Niggas broke)
You a lame, you can’t hang, you can’t smoke with us (You can’t smoke)
Bring the cups, bring the ice, still can’t pour with us (Still can’t pour)
Bet a hundred with my dice, bet my bro hit ’em (Bet he hit)
Why you got a spend-the-night bag, I said no, didn’t I? (I said no)

Why you mad about my other bitch? I let you know, didn’t I? (Why you mad?)
Said she seen me at the show last night, but I didn’t go, did I? (She ain’t see me)
She like, «Why you walk with all that cash?» I don’t know, nigga (I don’t know)
I’m like, «Why you walk with all that ass?» She don’t know either (She, she don’t know, man)

Told her if I fuck her, don’t be callin’ me and stalkin’ neither (Don’t be stalkin’)
I don’t got no license, that don’t mean a nigga walkin’ either (I ain’t walkin’)
I’ll never change, give a fuck if it’s a parking meter (Give a fuck)
They ain’t fuckin’ with me, talkin’ shit like I’m Marcus Peters (Marcus Peters)

Niggas never have enough, I ain’t doin’ features (Niggas broke)
Slidin’ right up on your bitch like I’m Derek Jeter (Derek Jeter)
We was piecin’ up on Little Caesars, it was me and Caesar (We was hurt)
White bitch do anything I say, let me see your Visa (That bitch dumb

We got blowers, we ain’t arguin’ with no niggas
BucksClan, don’t compare us to no broke niggas