KNOW BETTER STYLE Lyrics By Giggs
What you saying, cuz?
You linked up with the youngest in charge?
Alright, I know what it is (Gunna)
Push, balance, fat, chain, push, carrots (carrots)
Love repeating (repeating), shush, parrot (shush)
Hood, talent, wish, ****, would, challenge
Hood, bally up, **** know we got good cannons (woof)
Pressure that paper trail, they're impressed with that flavour
It's that ten percent take a boss, that Professor Xavier (mm)
Never bring a knife down to a gunfight or test a Mac-10 with that taser (yeah)
When man's stepping out later, please don't step on my trainer (jeez)
Beef, fat chicken, that blazer (blazer), man might check out that tailor (yeah)
Man's got lead in that chamber, should've had better behaviour
Just had a sip of that cognac, straight to the head with that yeager
'Til this drip from my virgin impeder, deep put the pussy in danger
**** know better, **** do better
Hitting on me for that hoe, I hope you do get her
She knows I'm all about that paper
So I rip the pussy open like a new letter
That's an invite, door was low like a dim light (yeah)
Life's a bitch, so I had to get it in right
Put that white in, now I'm trying to get that poor short in white (yeah)
Got balls, got a 'cause, but it ain't always been right (nah)
What's a rebel without one, cut out, ran the devil, cut level without one (nah), nah
Like I said, I got the white in (yeah)
Came in looking like a soap (yeah)
Came in all in white
I came in looking like the Pope
He came in looking at the chain
That **** got beat into a Pulp
Bitches putting on me
Came in looking like a rope
Know where my parts from (yeah)
Shit don't end well when it starts from
I rinse the night like it's Insta
Double tap and your heart's gone
You know where my parts from (yeah)
So you know where my parts on
Me and Suss are in the club
Know we got bitches to pass on
Ah, shit man, I won't tell Gunna, yeah
Don't forget look out for the new ting
