YG
YG - You Betta Kno lyrics
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Say I come on in like Edgar Allen Poe, why? 'Cause I'm a poet Put Steve Jobs cars through the hood, what you call that? Heroic They bossin' up in the Vatican and the Catholics got a new pope So I'm bossin' up on this 'You Ain't Know' so I guess the streets got hope 'Cause I go holy off in this bitch, lost my Rolly off in this bitch Yeah, they let me in, they ain't pat me down 'cause they known me off in this bitch Swear that arm and hammer and water on my apron on and saut? it Turn that gas stove on me homie I know the recipe I flamb? it Try who? Bitch please, I squeeze this bitch when I sneeze Low key condo, kilograms on the table looking better than Ferrari car keys 'Cause I'm the truth and y'all know it, and if you don't you better ask somebody You know I fall up in here with them Louboutins on Looking like I just waxed somebody You ain't know it This a 40000 dollar watch, you better know it That's a 36 half a block and you better know it It's a quarter million dollar chain and you better know it Drop five-fifty on these frames and you better know it We pop the pistol like champagne, you better know it Order a hundred bottles and we camping, you better know it Got a hundred niggas saying the same thing, you better know it Swear I ball so hard pull a hamstring, you better know it Jeezy, that's my nigga, you better know it There's a couple bitches I love but I'm too busy, I can't even show it Brought the little homie he's strapped, when he with me he better hold it Told him don't play, he better use it if he show it Yeah, my album finna drop, guaranteed I'm gonna pop Gonna pop like a shooter on sherm with a Glock Got a bop and a drop, give me head on top In a white linen suit getting fed on yachts Goddamn, I'm hot, nigga, you don't even know it But it's nothing in ten minutes I couldn't even focus My entire shoe bag, girl, you better know it Bout to turn 21 and you don't even know I do that Bout to get a billi and I'm bout to get a Rolls If you come to the club then I'm bout to get your hoe I'm looking at my wrist like I'm bout to get it froze Thirty K for the Rolly, that's about two shows Call my nigga beats and I book that shit If this was back in the day I would've took that shit This my time, I see it, you, I wouldn't wanna be it This a 40000 dollar watch, you better know it That's a 36 half a block and you better know it It's a quarter million dollar chain and you better know it Drop five-fifty on these frames and you better know it We pop the pistol like champagne, you better know it Order a hundred bottles and we camping, you better know it Got a hundred niggas saying the same thing, you better know it Swear I ball so hard pull a hamstring, you better know it You better know it You better know it