Who Better by Tay Capone Lyrics
[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 niggas cards like levers, uh
Chopper rip parts they sever, uh, chase a nigga 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
Niggas 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
Niggas 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 niggas just rob and take
All of your niggas 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
Niggas 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
Niggas 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?
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 niggas cards like levers, uh
Chopper rip parts they sever, uh, chase a nigga 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
Niggas 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
Niggas 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 niggas just rob and take
All of your niggas 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
Niggas 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
Niggas 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?