[Intro: BBG Steppaa & Becky Hill]

Elvis

Better off without you

And it's finally clear to see

That the person I was missing, it's not you, it's me

Now I'm better off without you

And it's finally clear to see (Gang, gang)

That the person I was missing, it's not you, it's me

[Verse]

Hit that boy in his melon, like, what is he thinkin'? (Baow)

Lil' slime tryna slide on the opps for no reason

Lil' bro, he keep flippin', he commitin' treason

Leave 'em on the curb, left his body reekin'

He talked out his body, now he need a deacon

Brodie caught a body, my young nigga tweakin'

We up the score and y'all lil' niggas fiendin'

Chest-shot, now that lil' nigga bleedin', ayy (Chest-shot, chest-shot)

And we out tryna lurk for action

Catch lil' Finatic, then he do a backflip

Talkin' crazy, then you gon' be past-tense

Big ass gun, tryna knock down a fat bitch (Boom-boom, baow)

Do the clip then back to livin' lavish

He want smoke then he gon' have to match this

He say he Brim, I'ma knock of his hat (Die Hat, die Hat)

It's ShiestyXN, we the ones who be snappin'

And I think y'all forgot who I am

Walk down, tryna make me a Hat nigga dance

Fuck from the back, make her take off her pants

Good dick, leave that bitch in a trance

Her shit shake, gon' make shit clap, no hands

After that, I'ma fuck on her friends

Her shit, gon' make shit clap, no hands

After that, I'ma fuck on her friends (Damn, like, gang)

And y'all lil' niggas really be bitches

He act up, now the lil' nigga missin'

I walk down, I don't shoot from a distance (Fah-fah)

That's what come wit' all that dissin'

He sendin' shots, but really be missin'

Lemme find out y'all lil' niggas snitchin'

He sendin' shots, but really be missin' (On grave)

Lemme find out y'all lil' niggas snitchin'

And I pull out the grip, out the backpack

Talk out his body, we click 'em and that's that (He done)

Ayy, lil' bro eatin' cheese, rat trap

Brodie just cooked us a opp, yeah, we back at it

If he steamin', that blunt, nigga, pass that

I see a opp nigga bitch, I'ma smash that (Smokin' his pack)

If he steamin', that blunt, nigga, pass that

I see a opp nigga bitch, I'ma smash that (On gang, on gang)

[Outro: Becky Hill]

Better off without you

And it's finally clear to see

That the person I was missing, it's not you, it's me