Bri-C - Best Out Lyrics

I ain’t boutta front
I ain’t trippin
I’m the best out
Know it’s just begun
But I made it to the next round
Bullets out a gun
I been popping got me flexed out
Knew it from the jump
Staying focused
Nothing less now
And I know they only hit me just to say they know me
So it’s Motherfuck they feelings I don’t need new homies
All my niggas unforgiving we be staying Lowkey
All these commas not a sentence I be counting OD
Lately I been trippin life been getting hard to follow
But it’s still a blessing cause my talents like the lotto
So give me like a year or two I’m gon be poppin’ bottles
On bottles
Money different colors vitiligo
Once upon a time young nigga I ain’t have shit
Now I’m on the rise trynna ball out hit up Saks Fifth
Money on my mind motivated by the racks bitch
I ain’t ever lied they was hating on me back then
I was on the low but I promise that it’s different now
Book me for the show need deposits I ain’t missing out
All up on my phone I ain’t signing till you ship me out
I’m flyer than a drone so lil’ mama wanna hit me now
I been self driven automatic like a Tesla
Hate me all you want ain’t denying that I’m next up
Everytime I drop a song it’s added to my best of
Niggas playing chess but they out here getting checked up
Nigga please miss me with that fake love
You came around prolly thought that we could make up
I’m holding grudges cause I’m toxic I don’t say much
They trynna stick me so it’s time to pick the pace up aye
I ain’t boutta front
I ain’t trippin
I’m the best out
Know it’s just begun
But I made it to the next round
Bullets out a gun
I been popping got me flexed out
Knew it from the jump
Staying focused
Nothing less now
And I know they only hit me just to say they know me
So it’s Motherfuck they feelings I don’t need new homies
All my niggas unforgiving we be staying Lowkey
All these commas not a sentence I be counting OD

I ain’t boutta front
I ain’t trippin
I’m the best out
Know it’s just begun
But I made it to the next round
Bullets out a gun
I been popping got me flexed out
Knew it from the jump
Staying focused
Nothing less now
And I know they only hit me just to say they know me
So it’s Motherfuck they feelings I don’t need new homies
All my niggas unforgiving we be staying Lowkey
All these commas not a sentence I be counting OD
Lately I been trippin life been getting hard to follow
But it’s still a blessing cause my talents like the lotto
So give me like a year or two I’m gon be poppin’ bottles
On bottles
Money different colors vitiligo
Once upon a time young nigga I ain’t have shit
Now I’m on the rise trynna ball out hit up Saks Fifth
Money on my mind motivated by the racks bitch
I ain’t ever lied they was hating on me back then
I was on the low but I promise that it’s different now
Book me for the show need deposits I ain’t missing out
All up on my phone I ain’t signing till you ship me out
I’m flyer than a drone so lil’ mama wanna hit me now
I been self driven automatic like a Tesla
Hate me all you want ain’t denying that I’m next up
Everytime I drop a song it’s added to my best of
Niggas playing chess but they out here getting checked up
Nigga please miss me with that fake love
You came around prolly thought that we could make up
I’m holding grudges cause I’m toxic I don’t say much
They trynna stick me so it’s time to pick the pace up aye
I ain’t boutta front
I ain’t trippin
I’m the best out
Know it’s just begun
But I made it to the next round
Bullets out a gun
I been popping got me flexed out
Knew it from the jump
Staying focused
Nothing less now
And I know they only hit me just to say they know me
So it’s Motherfuck they feelings I don’t need new homies
All my niggas unforgiving we be staying Lowkey
All these commas not a sentence I be counting OD