Better Than Me (Sad Hours) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
(None of these n*ggas, they better than me, yeah)
(None of these n*ggas, they better than me, yeah)

[Chorus]
Tell me, do you love me?
I don't know what's real
I don't know how to feel
Say your name, get chills
For you, I will kill all of my emotions
I ain't killing no n*gga over no b*tch, these hoes be hoeing

[Verse 1]
None of these n*ggas, they better than me
No, he cannot get you wetter than mе
Want me to stay, but you know I gotta leave
Put your lovе all in my seat
And you know my car, it don't take a key
And you know your b*tch, she like all my beats
Only thing I'm addicted to, the cheese
You know I gotta chase her, gotta eat
b*tch, I'm T'd up and you know I don't sleep
Walking with a honey bun, yeah, you know she want some
Counting them backends, on backends, on backies, on backies, this b*tch tryna trap me
Hitting that b*tch from the back while I'm counting this money, she eat me like taffy
I'm too wavy for myself, it don't make no sense
Bad b*tch on me, I got money, I don't need no cents
I got b*tches on me, ooh, under that 5%
You can't even see who with me, that's inside my whip
Damn, what you on, baby?
All this sh*t you keep on doing gonna drive me crazy
Yeah, you don't got me acting like my own self lately
I'm not gonna lie, you make me think that you my lady
But no, no, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not stupid
I got too much money to even believe in Cupid
Bad b*tches on me, n*gga, I got a whole load
n*ggas mad because I came up with my own flow
n*ggas mad because I f*cked up on your main hoe
n*ggas did it to me, but you know that b*tch gotta go
Yeah my life too risky, f*cking that b*tch, too sticky
Everything match like a di*kie
And my shirt green like Vicky
And my pockets fat like Missy
My pockets got, um, 160
All blue hundreds, ain't crippy
I know that she gon' miss me
And some of my n*ggas, they rolling
Drive that whip like it's stolen
I pop a Perc', keep going
Got this lil' b*tch moaning
Put that di*k in the colon
Nowadays, life's not boring
All of my b*tches, they foreign
All of my b*tches, they foreign
[Chorus]
Tell me, do you love me?
I don't know what's real
I don't know how to feel
Say your name, get chills
For you, I will kill all, of my emotions
I ain't killing no n*gga over no b*tch, these hoes be hoeing

[Verse 2]
I was the flyest n*gga in facility, walk in this b*tch in Givenchy (Yeah)
Contradicting yourself in this situation, man, your ass just be lying (Three)
I'ma just mind my business
I'ma just mind my business
Need to go find your b*tches
n*ggas out here, they be snitching
n*ggas out here, they be snitching
When you get they ass back, then these n*ggas be b*tching
I'ma just play that game like it is a scrimmage

[Outro]
I don't know what's real
I don't know how to feel
Say your name, get chills
For you, I will kill all of my emotions
I ain't killing no n*gga over no b*tch, these hoes be hoeing