Better Luck Next Time (feat. Ecco & Wordz)

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1606 shit

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We don't do regular hang outs

You never know how it could pan out

****, I hear get you set up

I put it on gang, I won't sell out

Fuck, I pull up with the stand outs

I'm wearing 'em like it's Givenchy

If she talk and then ain't tryna fuck

Then she sit on the couch like Winfrey

Got a few things that I care about

Studio turn to a warehouse

My girl, she looking like she on Baywatch

Your hoe go to sleep with her hair out

Got some new goals that I set out

One of them sold in the set out

Custom made Vans when I head out

I tell a hater to chill

Look at my jeans, get your fur up, them garments are looking too thrifty

My earlobes are clear as the crystal, my **** you looking too misty

TW one thousand degrees when put all of together it's history

2018 drop out, burn books, just run, rack up

Three months later now I'm living in a crib bigger than a law house

Bitches flood like a frat house

Pussy's wetter than an ice box

Took her ass to the nice spot

Show her my chains and she put it out

Walk to the bank blow dank in your face multi task full cast

I'm a connoisseur with the pussy, y'all **** looking like a clit clat

Twitter thugs can't rep gang

Your phone call? Yeah, I miss that

New bitch in your bed probably met us for the click man

She got a crib we gotta refurnish

She want the dick 'cause she got a referral

Getting that green, I'm sipping purple

I'm never home, ya'll got a curfew

Roll up a one and I hop on my broom

Camera flash and I zoom, pyoom

Got a new house, came with a pool

**** that's word to the crew, ooh

Passing the bitch like I pass a batton, yeah

Abracadabra, I'm gone, yeah

Cook in the kitchen, I'm whipping the cream

And they all wanna dip in my sauce, yeah

They tryna put us in boxes

Then we pulled up and hot boxed in it

Young **** living like bosses

TW, see no loss in it