Ya Betta Know It

Ho, niggas got it fucked up for real

Supa thug in my bandanna

Got my face covered

Watch me roll this quarter ounce blunt

And don't waste nothin'

Bitch i know you hate me

But you won't say nothin'

Me and my AK huntin'

Since you wanna taste somethin'

I don't pay for shit

But i will take the hit

Pull the Benz out

And pull the pin out

And make 'em quit

Don't compare me to them coward niggas

You been bitchin' with

Out there swimmin' in that water

We gon' see how deep it gets

We don't drive by

We get out and walk by

Parties in the street

Yellow tape, white chalk lines

Can't afford to let em blow it

Right now i'm ready for it

Realist nigga in this rap shit

Bitch you better know it

I just think you better know it

You better know it (x8)

26 inches

A problem, i just bought me

This should be ridiculous

Niggas kill for this versache

First i hit the lights

Hit the gas

Watch me open up my stash

I reach in, get my strap

Yeah, then put on my mask

Got a face full of teardrops

Still you ain't no goon

Niggas die right here on this block

This ain't no cartoon

Put bulletholes all in ya gucci

Let you pick the spot

On where to let a nigga

Shoot ya ass

Chopper cut ya head

Hit his leg till it strike out

Let him think he made it

Then ya knock his whole life out

Borrow money bitch

Go to jail, i'm gettin' right out

Stop and see my kids

Then i'm on the next flight out

I just think you better know it

You better know it (x17)