Know Better lyrics

[Intro]
(The Cold Cash Collection)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Ayy, move around this b*tch, yeah, one-deep (Yeah, one-deep)
A n*gga ain't gon' touch a hair on me, one streak (Not a hair on me)
Came up on the 6 on that one street (On the horn)
Trappin' with my back turned, can't a n*gga front me (b*tch)
Even when I ain't havin', have my fronts up (Real sh*t)
Jump out and swing that forty like nunchucks (Bow-bow-bow)
Foreign was plain, then I got it done up (Yeah)
Offset Ruccis, buttons on 'em like a button-up (Like a button-up)
Yeah, wrist froze, need to button up (Woo)
And if a b*tch ain't f*ckin, then they nothin' up
I'll catch an attitude, get to nuttin' up (For real)
I could hit the club any day and cut the f*ck up (And cut the f*ck up)
Me and G.T., we the splash bros
Treat your b*tch like clothes, I just tag hoes (I just f*ck 'em)
This a thousand-dollar shirt, so the tag showin'
Throwin' money at the DJ, I'm an as*h*le (Hah)
f*ck your CD, I ain't listen to it (b*tch)
Went to church, heard the preacher, but ain't listen to him (I ain't listen to him)
Got the pints in the motherf*ckin' kitchen, brewin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dopehouse like a studio, this the mixing room (What?)

[Chorus: G.T. & Icewear Vezzo]
These n*ggas new to it, and they know we vets (Know we vets)
We been had a hundred, you ain't know me yet (Know me yet)
You keep talkin' 'bout it, but ain't show me yet (Yeah)
These n*ggas bitin' our style, they owe me checks (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And what I spent at the jeweler could've froze three necks (Yeah)
My mans ran through her, she gon' blow me next (Blow me next)
b*tch, I hang in the slums where they know me best (Yeah)
And everything that I rap, n*ggas know these facts
[Verse 2: G.T.]
I'm in the sting right now, its just me (Yeah)
Who would've thought I came up? It took one week (It took one week)
Rap about dope, probably never saw a key (Uh-uh)
Airin' all that bark with no bite, you the police
I'm at the 'Set right now, leavin' the Gucci store
Seven-fifty for this polo I won't wear no more
I run through 'bows of the weed, bro got the blow
And in the middle of the summer, we can make it snow
I'm a motherf*ckin' hustler, this sh*t in me
And I ain't leavin out the spot 'til this b*tch empty (It's gone)
n*gga, I'll squeeze the fifth 'til this b*tch empty (Bow)
Ain't change clothes in a week, but I touched fifty (Ayy, I touched fifty)
n*gga, tryna get rich like that n*gga Philthy
I'll take the seal off a pint and pour it in a Simply
I knew I would be straight when them n*ggas send me
Sent my ass right down the way, I had to get busy

[Interlude: G.T. & Icewear Vezzo]
(Ayy, G.T., where you at, n*gga? I've been calling all day)
I'm workin', I'm workin', I'm workin', big bro
(I got them n*ggas with me right now, they waitin' for the whole play right now, n*gga)
Straight up
(Hit me back, n*gga)
Alright, yeah
(Let's get it)
[Bridge: G.T.]
Ayy, at the store on the drive by the light, grab a Sprite
Got a four, how your jewelry real? it don't flash at night
You a ho, I'm a pro, even your b*tches know
I got stripes but want more, b*tch, we ballin', check the score

[Chorus: G.T. & Icewear Vezzo]
These n*ggas new to it, and they know we vets (Know we vets)
We been had a hundred, you ain't know me yet (Know me yet)
You keep talkin' 'bout it, but ain't show me yet (Yeah)
These n*ggas bitin' our style, they owe me checks (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And what I spent at the jeweler could've froze three necks
My mans ran through her, she gon' blow me next
b*tch, I hang in the slums where they know me best
And everything that I rap, n*ggas know these facts (Facts)