WHO DO IT BETTER? (feat. Duke Deuce)

'Bout to cash a billi offa words, that's for certain

Maybach sitting pretty, close the curtains (Curtains)

Might just let you in, if you deserve it

I gotta warn you tho, man, we ain't even scratch the surface

The black Keith Urban, a backseat surgeon, ok

Man, I'm tellin y'all, I'm back, heat urgent

The stacks keep surging at Maxfield splurging

Maniac sounds

Livin proof what you can have, keep working, ok

People love to talk, they say whatever (Fuck 'em)

They opinions change just like the weather (Yeah)

I gotta question for whoever (For whoever)

Who do it better? (Who do it better?)

Who do it better? Who do it better?

Who do it better? Who do it better?

What the fuck!

Yeah, bitch it's the King of Crunk, sometimes they call me Deucifer

Talk about you, do this and that, ain't none of that shit there new to us

Actin like that, you pop shit off, know damn well that you grew to us

Been in my own lane, carry you **** like that dually truck

Trend following ass, I'm surprised you just now catching up

There's my way or the highway, baby girl, I'm not a settler

Don't play with my kind, I'm out of my mind, I promise this shit will get pitiful

The bitches, they love me, they fuckin' they suckin', I promise, I do the bare minimum

My people they say that I'm underrated, but its crazy, I'm steadily killin' them

Can't ride my wave, I'm flippin' them

Come up for some air, then I'm dippin' them

Fuck!