Know Better lyrics
by KillBunk
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
(MakeTheNoises)
[Chorus]
b*tch keep playin', yeah, she know better
See it, cop it, I'm a go-getter
Money stack up, it can't fold n*gga
In that Danny Phantom, that's a Ghost, n*gga
I got hearts on my chrome, n*gga
Drop a song and cop another home, n*gga
b*tch, I'm only seventeen. had a n*gga movin' like that n*gga grown, n*gga
[Post-Chorus]
Diamonds on the snow and she said she alone
Might have to call you right back
I was set on goin', DND my phone
Darling, I'm callin' you back
We thinkin' 'bout sh*t that we never care
Well, let's leave it, baby, it's just in the past, yeah
Put the Lambo doors up, get the bag
Then flex on them n*ggas, they gettin' real mad
[Bridge]
Woah, woah
You thinkin' 'bout sh*t you don't know-ow
That love is turnin' my heart co-old
So I had to go boss up with the bro-os
Danny Phantom, it's a Ro-olls
That b*tch say she love me but she a ho, ho
Try me, n*gga, lose your so-oul
Can't wait 'til we catch that n*gga who had to-old
[Verse 1]
Okay, uh
I get money everyday, uh
Had to cut some n*ggas off, they fake
Shawty say that she want di*k in her face
Oh, she said she suck, I had to give her a taste
.30 on me, tuck that sh*t on my waist
Turn up all the heat, turn that boy to a blaze
Now with the clan, got a whole lotta K's
And that b*tch wanna f*ck but she gon' catch a case
[Bridge]
Why you zoomin' like this b*tch is a race?
She take ecstasy like it is a rave
I pop a perc, get me high through the day
Them n*ggas hatin', don't got sh*t to say
[Verse 2]
Brand new b*tch, she goin' both ways
What the f*ck is you doing? Can't get in my place
They gon' hate the smile in front of my face
I hate that them n*ggas think that sh*t okay
Uh, DND, my phone
My b*tch was trippin', told her leave me 'lone
VLONE on my body, I'ma die alone
It don't really matter, I'm just in my zone
Brand new place, I've been trapped in my home
I don't got many friends, most of them n*ggas gone
And my brothers, them n*ggas is grown
So sometimes a n*gga feel like he alone
Yeah, sometimes a n*gga get trapped in his head, ain't no way to go, no
I feel like Lil Uzi, lil' n*gga, most of my friends are dead
I wish they would come around
Got rich and now they wanna come around
Got the money, yeah, I got the funds now
Yeah, I guess that it's fun now
Got a choppa with me if you run down
[Bridge]
See it, cop it, I'ma go
In the 'Rari or the Rolls
Uh, these n*ggas soft
Don't care 'bout these b*tch 'cause these b*tches fold
Yeah, that b*tch left a hole in my heart, yeah, that sh*t, it ain't ever gon' go
Yeah, that b*tch say she playin' her part, lil' baby, your part is on hold
Uh, now a n*gga doin' shows
Yeah, I'm just chillin' with the bros
n*ggas hatin', it's okay
I'ma have to flex the f*ck up on their ho
Get a 'Rari, get a Wraith, f*ck it, n*gga, I might go and get a Rolls
That b*tch trippin', yeah, she playin', lil' baby, you gon' have to play a role
[Chorus]
b*tch keep playin', yeah, she know better
See it, cop it, I'm a go-getter
Money stack up, it can't fold n*gga
In that Danny Phantom, that's a Ghost, n*gga
I got hearts on my chrome, n*gga
Drop a song and cop another home, n*gga
b*tch, I'm only seventeen. had a n*gga movin' like that n*gga grown, n*gga
[Post-Chorus]
Diamonds on the snow and she said she alone
Might have to call you right back
I was set on goin', DND my phone
Darling, I'm callin' you back
We thinkin' 'bout sh*t that we never care
Well, let's leave it, baby, it's just in the past, yeah
Put the Lambo doors up, get the bag
Then flex on them n*ggas, they gettin' real mad
[Outro]
b*tch keep playin', yeah, she know better
See it, cop it, I'm a go-getter
Money stack up, it can't fold n*gga
In that Danny Phantom, that's a Ghost, n*gga
I got hearts on my chrome, n*gga
Drop a song and cop another home, n*gga
b*tch, I'm only seventeen. had a n*gga movin' like that n*gga grown, n*gga
Diamonds on the snow and she said she alone
Might have to call you right back
I was set on goin', DND my phone
Darling, I'm callin' you back
We thinkin' 'bout sh*t that we never care
Well, let's leave it, baby, it's just in the past, yeah
Put the Lambo doors up, get the bag
Then flex on them n*ggas, they gettin' real mad