WHOBETTERTHENU$? ft. BariBallout Lyrics

Yeah, walk in my pockets, get fatter, huh

I get that cheddar, huh, yeah

Walk in that bitch with that stick, Yeah, got that berretta

Huh, yeah, got an V on my back, huh, no talkin Vendetta

Huh, yeah, who fuckin' really with us, huh, nobody is better

Yeah,who really better then us?

(Who really fucking with us?)

(Who really better then us?)

(Who really fucking with us?)

(Who really better then us?)

(Who really fucking with us?)

(Who really better then us?)

Ain't nobody is better than us

Ain't nobody is better than me, And I'm muhfuckin' walk in that scene

And you know that I'm fresh and I'm clean

Yeah lil party, he got him that beam

Yeah Big Bari, he made a Hoe

Scream

Fuck that bitch cause she's just not for me

Pass that little ho right to the team

Drop the top off the muhfuckin' Vette

Make the muhfuckin' pipes sing

Take your bitch buy her nice things

Man I think she like me, niggas wanna be like me

Guess I don't do Fighting, only got me my pipe B

I don't take this shit lightly, make My clip hit like lightning

She see the muhfuckin' racks in My pocket and all this shit gettin' exciting

I take that muhfuckin' ecstasy

All of these hoes they wanna just fuck me

Got to the muhfuckin highest level

And all them niggas they muhfuckin' flunkies

I got your bitch in the muhfuckin

Back

And you already know she gon' suck me

(Who really better than us?)

(Who really fucking with us?)

(Who really better than us?)

(Who really fucking with us?)

I broke your window cause you a Ho and dawg ass bitch, that's why I broke your shit Ho

Who really fucking with me

I ain't mean to say me I mean team

I mean I'm a dog on a leash

If bro let me get him

I'm having a feast

This hook on a chopper, it look like Kareem

This 34 dumpin, it look like Hakim

How the fuck Bari steppin 'no scuff on his knee

How the fuck you gon' listen

All you wanna do is speak, Speaking' on situations, that shit really fraud

Lyin' in politics

I need to speak to the Lord, and you was my dog

You let somethin' that we could've

Talked out

Ruin our bond

You can take that lil' bitch Overseas, one dickstroke, send

Her right to Mars

Pink wrap on the Lambo truck, now the bitch look just like lip gloss

They like Bari, how much it cost?

I'm like do you still shop at Ross? My child came with a 401k

Put the gun in his face, like what the fuck you thought, act an ape in this bitch

But I bring monkeys out

We do this shit for the bread, but you do it for clout