Rocky Diamonds - Do It Better Feat Rocky Diamonds lyrics

First Verse (Ezzy Babe) n***as flexin but i ain't the one they wanna flex wit We be gettin money Enough Money to f** yo ex b**h Real n***as to the front And b**h n***a Right There Is Yo Exit Got a big drum with a long azz horn Like That b**h just came from Texas Big 4-5, Extra Tint on that b**h In case its war these n***as want Or we can hit the club, have a whole bottle war In case these n***as wanna stunt I just pulled up in it, in a old school tinted And a bad little blendy right in the front They just pulled up in it, with a whole bunch of n***as And I Bet Them n***as Dont Book Like None It's Ez To The Baby I got chips so its gravy If u ask about double L, bet they say that we wavy On the grind right to greatness Prolly yo b**h lil favorite Used to sleep in my whip and now my whip a mercedes Yeah!I' Chorus (2x) We Got b**hes, They Got b**hes But Our b**hes Badder We Got Money, They Got Money But Our Check is Fatter They Pop Bottles, We Pop Bottles But Not On Our Level Problem is you n***as do it But we do it better Second Verse (Ezzy Babe) Hold up fast, No fold up cash We just roll up gas Moco swag, but when the 4-4 blast It'll show yo azz We started from the bottom Some Young n***as, Came And Made It Out Group Message text, We Them n***as b**hes Rave About We stuntin in yo city, like its our city Big Cuz Copped the Lex and the 550 If You Gettin Money Baby, Come Vibe Wit Me Got dem bad b**hes right on the side wit me, Yeah Started with a quarter, now a n***a get the whole thing Dreams of Richie Porter, now its rollie for the whole gang Jeweler on my line, He Got some new watches and gold chains I'ma touchdown with these dirty birds and cop the whole thing These n***as broke on the low, so what they gon tell us Used to Buss the Weight To the crib, Like Jerome Bettis Chorus (2x) Third Verse (Rocky Diamonds) Man these n***as already know what the f** it is bro I'ma hold sh** down for u Belee dat, Slime! Look, I Got My sh** Together n***a my b**hes badder Got My Foot On They Neck, I Kno That I Can't Let Up Nah, It Ain't No Stopping Ain't No f**ing Option These n***as Think They Poppin Huh, I'ma Show Em City On My Back, I Got This sh** I'ma Take The Shot, I Won't Miss It Hit the L And Then I Get Missin (Gone) Thats Gone, b**h I Am On Always On The Road, But Love Home I Take A Deuce To My Dome I Pulled The Tool To Yo Dome Blah! Blah! Boom! Chorus (2x)