Verse 1
I be with niggas that’s hot-headed
If I ain’t get ’em, my dawg did it
We got ’em scared, it’s okay, I get it
We got ’em scared, it’s okay, I get it
Get in position, it’s finna go down
Get in position, they comin’ around
Cover your ears, it’s finna get loud
Tell all them kids to go in the house
Pre-Chours
Make ’em regret everything they did
Make ’em regret everything they said
Make ’em regret that they wanna get sus’
But it’s too late that I made the bet
Somebody should’ve told ’em, it was suicide
Somebody should’ve told ’em, “Ask the other side”
Chorus
Hey, better-better, hey, better-better swing
Hey, better-better, hey, better-better swing
I’ma mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop
Mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop
Mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop
Mop ’em off the park, then I’m glithcin’
Verse 2
I’ll overreact, shit, my finger been itchy
Stick out some net when my shooter be twitchin’
Just do this massage and get rid of the tension
These niggas be chattin’ and talk like they dissin’
I don’t like to talk, like, I got a tooth missin’
I need a nightmare, so she never misses
I swim wit them sharks, not the regular fishes
Can’t wait to catch him and light up these bridges
Refrain
F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f, fuck these niggas, I’m glitchin’ again
Walk to the wood with my stick in my hand
Verse 3
Walk to the wood with my stick in my hand
Playin’ that bitch, she be mobbin’ wit’ her friend
I said I was done, and I did it again
Spin, spin, I’m spinnin’ again
Loaded the clip, and I gave ’em the end
Spin, spin, I’m spinnin’ again
I’m takin’ lil’ ? gotta go for the win
? my camera, come pose for the picture
What’s goin’ on? He asleep in a pitch
I’m waitin’ to see, I’m coming to get you
I’m stepping’ alone, I’m doin’ it wit’ you
I do what I do, and they clapping for me
I do what I do, and they’re watching me
They jockin’ me, I got ’em ?
Pre-Chours
Make ’em regret everything they did
Make ’em regret everything they said
Make ’em regret that they wanna get sus’
But it’s too late that I made the bet
Somebody should’ve told ’em, it was suicide
Somebody should’ve told ’em, “Ask the other side”
Chorus
Hey, better-better, hey, better-better swing
Hey, better-better, hey, better-better swing
I’ma mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop
Mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop
Mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop-mop
Mop ’em off the park, then I’m glithcin’
Refrain
F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f, fuck these niggas, I’m glitchin’ again
Walk to the wood with my stick in my hand
