U DA BEST lyrics

[Intro]
(T-that boy Jdolla goin' crazy)
I'm here to bring y'all CLIQUE CITY, the number one mixtape in Chicago right now
Yup, that's right, thirteendegrees °
You the best
Put yo' Louboutins on and go 'head sing the song, baby (On gang)

[Chorus]
You the best, uh, you the best
You the best (You the best), uh, you the best
You the best (You the best), uh, you the best
You the best (You the best), uh, you the best

[Verse 1]
11 p.m. out in Wicker Park, all the weirdos out, uh
12 a.m., I'm riding down Michigan, driving back to South, huh
1 a.m., I'm thinkin' about my main b*tch, her wet mouth, huh
2 a.m., I'm takin' that right turn right to the f*ckin' house, yeah
Pray to the Lord, I got thе baddest
Pray to the Lord, her ass is fat
My lifе slow, but my money be fast
I miss Victoria and Gladys
b*tch, I'm two-four, when I get the ball I'm Kobe, you know I ain't pass
Know she too far under my balls
I know 1-3, that n*gga ain't lastin'
She depressed, but she in Club Paradise
In her twenties, she addicted to Instagram and The Vice
Told her ass, "Stop listening to yo' friends, they givin' out bad advice"
Now her OG on her ass, and now she gotta' roll the dice, b*tch
[Chorus]
You the best, uh, you the best
You the best (You the best), uh, you the best
You the best (You the best), uh, you the best
You the best (You the best), uh, you the best

[Verse 2]
Grew up with the dealers, uh, grew up with the killers, uh
Grew up with the card crackers, you can check the damn factors
All these n*ggas fear us, uh, CLIQUE CITY killers
n*gga tryna swag-jack us, all these b*tches tryna f*ck us
How it feel knowing yo' b*tch ain't coming back? Oh-oh
How it feel knowing yo' b*tch ain't spinning back? Oh-oh
I know somebody breaking my b*tch back, oh-oh
Please, get out of my damn head, shawty
Please, call me back, oh, oh-oh

[Outro]
You the best, uh