You Betta Know It

[Verse: Rome Streetz]

Uh, Check

Fast money off of bags that I passed junkies

Pull your bitch and I smash she a crash dummy

Your racks bummy, I stay fly in the finest

Keep tools move in silence where it's wild violence

Stay wise try to find solace

Lil' niggas lose hope cause they folks smoke coke then solid

It's fucked but I'm still out for profit

Love the dough like Chris Wallace

Slick posture, drug flip scholar, trick nada

Make em' sniff out of crisp dollars

'Till they freeze up, keep freaks on they knees suckin' my seed up

Im re'd-up by the Bodega started with small weight came up now my dough flow major

Nobody gave me shit bitch I'm doing no favors

Semi-auto with the lasers, blast turn ya face to mashed potatoes

Blow the cartridge like the old Sega

If you owe paper, roll shakers

Life's a dice game, my minds enticed by a vice you want stripes, a million dollars or an iced chain

Or all three been raw since niggas wore tore tees

Nobody fuckin' with the lord Streetz

(Nobody)