Worst or Better lyrics

by

Young Stoner Life


[Intro]
Ooh, ooh
Keed talk to 'em

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah [?], hit a lick at a Miami beach house (Yeah, yeah, yeah), Beach house
Yeah, I'm in a hideout in L.A. and the crib look like a tree house (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, she thinkin' she knowin' my weakness, she might be geeked out (She know my weakness)
So I pay whatever and she is and I get her detoxed (I pay whatever)
Yeah, they know monkey see, monkey do 'cause my songs go dummy
Yeah, you know I left the roof on and some panamera look dummy (That my main top)
n*ggas talkin' 'bout what they gon' do when they see me, I ain't runnin' (Oh, yeah)
Hey, yeah, go handle your business, don't trip, don't be clumsy, oh yeah (Let's go)

[Post-Chorus]
I ride with some steppers (Steppers)
I live with some steppers (Grra)
Kill with some steppers (Grr-grra)
I ride with some steppers
f*ck my ho in a stepper (Grra)
Put lows on a stepper
[?], I don't give a f*ck 'bout the worst or the better

[Verse]
Givenchy clips on me, can't even dodge 'em (Hey)
I do this sh*t with no stylist (Hey)
What the f*ck the n*gga mean that they put it on?
We do this sh*t with no stylist
What the f*ck the n*gga mean his money long?
You can get hit with a carbon
I'm in your home just like he brought him in and I ain't even talkin' no more
They ain't have a VLONE in small, so I went extra large (VLONE)
I ain't even been to Turks and Caicos just to live with thot
I put a shooter on motherf*ckin' payroll just to earn some knots (Shooter payroll)
And you know I came from the bottom and I earned my spot, yeah
I'm just motherf*ckin' YSL, livin' like I graduated from the trenches (Okay)
Yeah, I'm just switchin' all the foreigns, all the motors, you won't never ever know what I'm in (Never ever)
How y'all livin' like Ain't y'all gettin' no shirt, no clothes in advance? (No shirt, no clothes)
I just hit [?], then take a pic, goddamn, I don't know when I'ma land
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah [?], hit a lick at a Miami beach house (Yeah, yeah, yeah), Beach house
Yeah, I'm in a hideout in L.A. and the crib look like a tree house (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, she thinkin' she knowin' my weakness, she might be geeked out (She know my weakness)
So I pay whatever and she is and I get her detoxed (I pay whatever)
Yeah, they know monkey see, monkey do 'cause my songs go dummy
Yeah, you know I left the roof on and some panamera look dummy (That my main top)
n*ggas talkin' 'bout what they gon' do when they see me, I ain't runnin' (Oh, yeah)
Hey, yeah, go handle your business, don't trip, don't be clumsy, oh yeah (Let's go)

[Post-Chorus]
I ride with some steppers (Steppers)
I live with some steppers (Grra)
Kill with some steppers (Grr-grra)
I ride with some steppers
f*ck my ho in a stepper (Grra)
Put lows on a stepper
[?], I don't give a f*ck 'bout the worst or the better
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