Doing Better (feat. 3P Twan)

New whip, Imma drive this shit 'round just Forza New crib, I'm just trying to get away from Georgia Had to cut my old bitch off yeah I had to ignore her New bitch, I can't have no new clique Damn she bad, no you can't compare her Bitch I'm coming through Get out my way, clear the 'era No matter how many losses Imma walk 'round with my head up I'm no longer down bad, I'm doing better He want smoke we walk him down 911 come haul him out Ex bitch hating on me, she just mad a nigga popping now My ma took care of me, it's time to take care of my mama now I stole clothes out the lost and found I grew up moving all around You better not look at me so hurt I don't wanna fight them demons no more I'm going back to church She just tryna find an angle ain't talking bout Kurt I'm with my gang and we smoking on Earth Cried when I seen my bro in that hearse Can't cuff a hoe who don't know her worth I just want her I don't need her If she fucking with my gang oh yeah she's a eater (gang) It can be 90 degrees outside Imma still walk out with my heater To deal with the pain I'm smoking on reefer F*ck you, middle finger up to my teacher I made this song to make him a believer New whip, Imma drive this shit 'round just Forza New crib, I'm just trying to get away from Georgia Had to cut my old bitch off yeah I had to ignore her New bitch, I can't have no new clique Damn she bad, no you can't compare her Bitch I'm coming through Get out my way, clear the 'era No matter how many losses Imma walk 'round with my head up I'm no longer down bad, I'm doing better I been doing better, wrote myself a letter Hope he doing better 4 am I'm talking to the devil he want me to settle I'm on another level, codeine in vessels, step on shit like pedal Heavy metal, got me feeling special I could never settle Baby I'm a Rockstar, diamonds flashing like a cop car Pull up in this bitch, with foe them deep I am shotta Nappy head luh' nigga bitch I'm looking like a Rasta Baby don't call me daddy cause I ain't never been yo papa Oh I'm a Rockstar Diamonds flashing on a nigga body like a cop car Pull up in this bitch with foe them deep just like a shotta Nappy head luh' nigga bitch I'm looking like a Rasta Bae don't call me daddy I ain't never been yo papa Four door coupe I'm swerving off Oh (skrt skrt) It's only me up in this bitch I'm driving off oh (Skrt) I'm feeling better I ain't even got to cough Pouring purple in my Faygo Banana clips on every single stick this ain't no mango Confidential stepping bitch I'm talking to the reverend And he know how I'm living, sinning I won't see the heavens Before I leave I say my prayers and grab my lethal weapon And he from east Atlanta best he keep a Smith & Wesson Confidential stepping bitch I'm talking to the reverend And he know how I'm living, sinning I won't see the heavens Before I leave I say my prayers and grab my lethal weapon And he from east Atlanta best he keep a Smith & Wesson