Better Than Yours (feat. Youngboy Never Broke Again)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (right, yeah)

My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard

This - hit better than yours

This -, this better than yours

Come eat me out my drawers

Go 'head, baby, swipe your card

Bitch, you better go hard

This - hit better than yours

This -, this better than yours (yeah)

She bounce it around, and she pokin' it out

She surf on the money, she wavy (she wavy)

Bend that shit over and look in his eyes

Go tell that lil' nigga to pay me (pay up)

Throw that ass like you Brady (Brady)

Blow a bag like you vapin' (blow it)

Pop it like some fireworks, I'm a popstar like I'm Katy (poppin')

Superman, no savin' (uh)

Simon says you should pay me (pay up)

We twerkin' ass on a private jet, and he took us all on vacation (yeah)

My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard (yeah)

This - hit better than yours (yeah)

This -, this better than yours (yeah)

Come eat me out my drawers (yeah)

Go 'head, baby, swipe your card (yeah)

Bitch, you better go hard (yeah)

This - hit better than yours (yeah)

This -, this better than yours (yeah)

Hol' on, nah, come here, don't you run from me

I'm on top of yo' ass like a bumblebee

Stabbin' it back-to-back, I know you lovin' me

Good girls, bring all fives to the yard (ooh)

For the slime, bitch, you better go hard (ooh)

Got hos throwin' ass up in front of my car

Bet' not waste my time, better play your part

And the way that girl twerk, shake earth, my God

Bitch got a body, so foreign, she exotic

They gon' stop and start watchin' when she go to pop it

Wanna know how she got it, she tell everybody

My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard (tell 'em, Coi, yeah)

This - hit better than yours (Leray, yeah)

This -, this better than yours (no way, yeah)

Come eat me out my drawers (okay, yeah)

Go 'head, baby, swipe your card (yeah, yeah)

Bitch, you better go hard (top, yeah)

This - hit better than yours (yeah)

This -, this better than yours

Make him spend it, he a trick, I'ma make him blow it

Lil' ass, but I'ma keep on twerkin' (let's go)

Brand-new titties, come see 'em in person

Shoutout my surgeon (oh-yeah)

Broke niggas make me nervous (nervous), uh

He ain't throwin' dubs, then his pockets hurtin' (uh)

Cut a nigga off 'cause that shit wasn't workin'

My brothers got Glocks and bitch, I got purses

You bitches is pussy, you know I ain't worried

You bitches can't dress, you know I ain't worried

You bitches can't rap, you know I ain't worried

Get in the booth, you know I ain't worried, bitch

My milkshake bring all the boys to the yard (tell 'em, Coi, yeah)

This - hit better than yours (Leray, yeah)

This -, this better than yours (no way, yeah)

Come eat me out my drawers (okay, yeah)

Go 'head, baby, swipe your card (yeah, yeah)

Bitch, you better go hard (top, yeah)

This - hit better than yours (yeah)

This -, this better than yours (yeah)