Arquis - Gotta Do Better (feat. Pharao Jav3n, Young Zulu & LaTrey Forever) Lyrics

ArQuis with the Heat
All that cap ass shit man
All that raw raw shit man
F*ck these pussy ass niggas
Man shit nigga be chillin sippin on ciroc nigga
Fresh off the clock nigga , chillin in the coupe
I be smoking that weed blow it all on my dash
Doing the race out here chasing a bag x
Nigga be flexing for hoes gone get kapped
28 grams think he running a trap
Nigga u fed & the law got you tapped
All on the net taking pics with ya strap
Loving a hoe out here giving that cat
Bought the hoe red bottoms & copped her a bag

Opps oops oops I mean nap sack
Nigga be talking that Kap kap
F*cking with pharaoh get kid napped
Treat a dog hoe like a ally cat
Not talking money heard none of that
Need me a Bentley,Mazi ,and jag
She gone go dummy dumb fa the cash
Pussy real wet make me wanna splash
She gone come f*ck on me for this cash
She gone fall in love fa the Phararo Javen
I am Immaculate my lifestyle is amazing
Coops , bitches, all kasion
Track suits like I came out the 8os
Been of the porch bitch we running the pavement
Crack in my city uncles use to chase it
Pimp them hoes got my kinsfolk in cages
Nigga be roaching you know I cant take it
Run up a check they gone say that you faking
Geloto so loud got the room lit bacon
All of the water drip light show in Vegas Dam

Cappin ass Niggas You Gotta do Better
Flexin ass Niggas You Gotta do Better
Rappin ass Niggas You Gotta do Better

You Gotta do Better , You Gotta do Better

Cappin ass bitches You Gotta do Better
Trickin ass hoe bitch You Gotta do Better
Ratchet ass hoe bitch you Gotta do Better

You Gotta do Better , You Gotta do Better

Never bite the hand that feeds you
Never shake the hand that beats you
Never dap hands that deceive ya
I do not f*ck with d'evils
Lord blessed me I received it
I always win, in for the dividends
Bad yella twins on they quadruple shins
Don't give a f*ck if they was real sister's kin
Ooohhh I keep on winning can't keep count no mo
Feel like JR can't remember the score
They play nigga knock while I'm knocking down door's unlocked
F*ck yo couch I don't like this hoe
Zulu cool calm and copacetic
All my niggas strapped up and they ready
All yo niggas do is post and be petty
On Facebook typing up alphabetics
Oh you talking big shit huh hoe
You could never keep it a hundo
Out here rapping capping bout that gun smoke
Hoe you scary what you got that gun for
These niggas ain't gon bust
Blunt bout to bust filled with that Can-I-Bus
Leave em in the sand I dust
Gotta leave my stamp I must make em catch my drift my gust
Treat it like a game I clutch ain't to many names I trust
All my niggas all right nigga wired up trying to fight an alt-right nigga

I got my foot on they neck
And I'm pushin
You got me f*cked up
If you thinking I'm pussy
I carry my label
I'm far from a rookie
I studied the greats
Like freeway and tookie
How many times I'ma say I'm the best
You Niggas keep talking
While protools on rest
All my beats
I just murder & stretch
I'm check checking niggas
Chin to they chest
You over dramatic
My flow is Jurassic
Addicted to thumbin
I must be addict

Man stop playing
Lets get this shit

You over dramatic
My flow is Jurassic
Addicted to thumbin
I must be addict
The shit is a habit
I drape her in karats
She like Silly Rabbit
Dodging the hate,
Like the traffic in Houston
So many times, I wanna quit
I kept moving
My life is a movie
My art is a movie
The older I get, I just keep improving
How many times I'ma say I'm the truth
The more that you lie, just showing the proof
You rappers, keep acting.. be gone in a poof
Before you get at me, you making the news
How many times, did you niggas fold
You did all that cappin, & sold your soul
Grind Team kill a nigga dreams!
You gotta do better! You niggas is jokes. Mane!