YOU GOTTA GO DO BETTER
Lil Tecca
GENRE
[Intro]
We got Paryo and shit
(Keep that, Paryo)
(Yeah)
[Chorus]
Baby, I'm trippin', I can't even get up (Let's go)
Hold up, put the pieces back together (Yeah)
I'm on my doly, countin' up the cheddar (Uh-huh)
This could be a real thing if I let her (Woah, woah)
I know that there's nothing that could last forever (Yeah)
Ain't worry 'bout her nigga, then I'ma head up (Yeah)
You gotta go do better, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse]
I still gotta flex up, I know bitches, they do extra
She wanna fuck if I let her (Woah)
Shawty trippin' when we met her, yeah
To settle down, you gotta settle, yeah
Bitch, I push you to the metal, uh
Fell in love with the money, not you
Baby, don't think you'll let it go (Let it go)
I told her, "Let it go," she know I got other hoes
She know I got other thots, I pass 'em to the bros (Yeah)
Everyone think they different, one thing they didn't know
My bitch said I'm the shit, I said, "Let's have a toast"
[Chorus]
Baby, I'm trippin', I can't even get up
Hold up, put the pieces back together
I'm on my doly, countin' up the cheddar
This could be a real thing if I let her (Woah)
I know that there's nothing that could last forever
Ain't worry 'bout her nigga, then I'ma head up
You gotta go do better, yeah
Baby, I'm trippin', I can't even get up (Woah)
Hold up, put the pieces back together (Yeah)
I'm on my doly, countin' up the cheddar
This could be a real thing if I let her (Woah)
I know that there's nothing that could last forever (Yeah)
Ain't worry 'bout her nigga, then I'ma head up (What else?)
You gotta go do better, yeah (Oh yeah)
We got Paryo and shit
(Keep that, Paryo)
(Yeah)
[Chorus]
Baby, I'm trippin', I can't even get up (Let's go)
Hold up, put the pieces back together (Yeah)
I'm on my doly, countin' up the cheddar (Uh-huh)
This could be a real thing if I let her (Woah, woah)
I know that there's nothing that could last forever (Yeah)
Ain't worry 'bout her nigga, then I'ma head up (Yeah)
You gotta go do better, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse]
I still gotta flex up, I know bitches, they do extra
She wanna fuck if I let her (Woah)
Shawty trippin' when we met her, yeah
To settle down, you gotta settle, yeah
Bitch, I push you to the metal, uh
Fell in love with the money, not you
Baby, don't think you'll let it go (Let it go)
I told her, "Let it go," she know I got other hoes
She know I got other thots, I pass 'em to the bros (Yeah)
Everyone think they different, one thing they didn't know
My bitch said I'm the shit, I said, "Let's have a toast"
[Chorus]
Baby, I'm trippin', I can't even get up
Hold up, put the pieces back together
I'm on my doly, countin' up the cheddar
This could be a real thing if I let her (Woah)
I know that there's nothing that could last forever
Ain't worry 'bout her nigga, then I'ma head up
You gotta go do better, yeah
Baby, I'm trippin', I can't even get up (Woah)
Hold up, put the pieces back together (Yeah)
I'm on my doly, countin' up the cheddar
This could be a real thing if I let her (Woah)
I know that there's nothing that could last forever (Yeah)
Ain't worry 'bout her nigga, then I'ma head up (What else?)
You gotta go do better, yeah (Oh yeah)
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