better - Intellectual

[Intro]

stylas

[Verse 1: aakio]

All this talking, yeah, I'll blow my fucking brains out

Let the gun spray, yeah, without a doubt

Give the gun to stylas, blow his fucking lungs out

I don't even know what you are talking about

I don't know why I put him in the grave

We gon' throw him in the trash, we gon' throw him straight away

I'm just sitting here with a blank face

Red dot at his head, stylas took apart his brain

[Verse 2: pika]

They think that I care about them

I don't care about them

Got my money standout

And my bag I ran out

Keep on running, keep on shouting

I'll be dancing on your grave

I'll be watching, I'll be scouting

Talk on me, I'll make a rave

[Chorus: pika]

Fuck that boy, I leave him dead

In his vitals now his head

I don't really give a fuck about the shit that you have said

You don't have to be so scared

Joke bitch I never cared

And if you pull up with guns you know well that I am prepared

No effort

I keep on just doing it like this

I'm better

I'm for sure I know that he a bitch

I can't hold it, guess I fold it

I can not see you and me

Thank you stylas, fucking bias

You can not be on the team

[Verse 3: aakio]

I can't flaunt it, I know you just wanna be like me

Bitch you running, you can never be up on my team

I'm exhausted, if you do not know me better leave

I been fucking counting bands, I been flying overseas

We been fighting, that's a test

How can that make any sense

Kick you out, I'm payin' rent

Batting out, I'm on the fence

Get my fucking guns out

I got a couple glockies, I'ma load a couple rounds

We not gon' hear you out

Big stepper, your girl is spraying bad weather

I'm better, I fucking get yo bitch wetter

I'm set up, buy it, I'ma big spender

[Interlude: stylas]

No idea, ran out of bars

Wait what did he just say?

I don't get it (Wait what?)

Why is he-

I don't

I would maybe understand if I

Listen wait, fuck