So Much Better

I’m cooler than an ice cube, yeah I’m rude

‘Bout to get your head sliced, yeah I’m nice

And you ‘bout to pay the price

Like The Price Is Right, but I’m not Bob Barker

Yes, I get down like I’m Charlie Parker

Meaning that I’m musically inclined

If you try to get with mine I’m about to blow yo head back

Get another bullet and I spray bullet (bullet)

And I spray back, pop, pop, click, click (drop, drop) down

Now they lookin’ for your body like all over the town

Niggas, my name Gambini, I used to be clean

Now I’m dirty martini, ‘cause this boy met world like Feeny

These niggas make wishes like genie

Nigga you know how we do

Latinos, black people, and gringos

This money stained my fingers like Cheetos

Blast it out your speakers like keedoh

‘Cause I can barely hold it all in like Speedos

These niggas got a lot of nerve

These niggas got a lot of speaks

And all these skinny bitches busy shop at Anthropologie

Who you tryin’ to be?

I’mma take my girls to BIM and treat ‘em like a VIP

Because I am a G, ugh (G, ugh)

I start the party like Chex Mix

Put it in your house like Netflix

Beat, nigga, it’s what’s for breakfast

Y’all niggas got beef with this kid

Y’all niggas’ punks and stay punks like the Misfits

I'm way off in the distance

Y’all done lost the race like McCain

But like McCain, you used to be cool but now you lame

It’s hard to maintain ain’t it?

Because I am so much better (than before)

My swag is so sick, you might catch it

I’m tired of fuckin’ ‘round with little kids like I’m Brad Pitt

These little kids need to play in traffic

‘Cause all they was was make a nigga giggle like mad-libs

I’m hot like an attic in the summer

And girls scream “Sick Boi” like we know each other

But we don’t know each other, you ain’t my fucking brother

We need to separate like organic peanut butter

My lightsaber flashing, my kneecaps ashy

And girls of the world used to walk right past me

Now I hang with girls like my girl Kate Perry

I might have to marry Kate like my name Ashley

These rappers don’t know what they up against

They can’t see a nigga like my names Snuffleupagus

If you don’t like my shit, why the fuck you bumpin’ this?

I am so much better (than before)

You better get it clean good ‘cause this the last straw

And break inside house and leave your gas on

Nigga, we NASA, ‘cause we ‘bout to blast off

Go in the bathroom, we see you peein’ like I’m Shasta McNasty

Get it? UPN? Shasta McNasty?

Nigga, I’m a master

And I’m fucking plastered

I don’t need a fucking beat for this, I can make my shit up

While I go here’s the part that I’m about to show ya

I’m the best ‘cause I gotta

The devils wears Prada

And he’s got a boom boom like Welcome Back, Kotter

Leave your guy like my daughter

Got cheese like frittata, greed, and filata

Got ya, mama

Most rappers want the drama, but I don’t want the drama

I just want a quiet night down at Benihana

I rap ‘cause I gotta

Dude’s got nada

I make ‘em all proud like my middle name Obama