Yg - You Betta Kno Lyrics

Say I come on in like Edgar Allen Poe, why? 'Cause I'm a poet
Put Steve Jobs cars through the hood, what you call that? Heroic
They bossin' up in the Vatican and the Catholics got a new pope
So I'm bossin' up on this 'You Ain't Know' so I guess the streets got hope
'Cause I go holy off in this bitch, lost my Rolly off in this bitch
Yeah, they let me in, they ain't pat me down 'cause they known me off in this bitch
Swear that arm and hammer and water on my apron on and sauté it
Turn that gas stove on me homie I know the recipe I flambé it
Try who? Bitch please, I squeeze this bitch when I sneeze
Low key condo, kilograms on the table looking better than Ferrari car keys
'Cause I'm the truth and y'all know it, and if you don't you better ask somebody
You know I fall up in here with them Louboutins on
Looking like I just waxed somebody
You ain't know it

This a 40000 dollar watch, you better know it
That's a 36 half a block and you better know it
It's a quarter million dollar chain and you better know it
Drop five-fifty on these frames and you better know it
We pop the pistol like champagne, you better know it
Order a hundred bottles and we camping, you better know it
Got a hundred niggas saying the same thing, you better know it
Swear I ball so hard pull a hamstring, you better know it

Jeezy, that's my nigga, you better know it
There's a couple bitches I love but I'm too busy, I can't even show it
Brought the little homie he's strapped, when he with me he better hold it
Told him don't play, he better use it if he show it
Yeah, my album finna drop, guaranteed I'm gonna pop
Gonna pop like a shooter on sherm with a Glock
Got a bop and a drop, give me head on top
In a white linen suit getting fed on yachts
Goddamn, I'm hot, nigga, you don't even know it
But it's nothing in ten minutes I couldn't even focus
My entire shoe bag, girl, you better know it
Bout to turn 21 and you don't even know I do that
Bout to get a billi and I'm bout to get a Rolls
If you come to the club then I'm bout to get your hoe
I'm looking at my wrist like I'm bout to get it froze
Thirty K for the Rolly, that's about two shows
Call my nigga beats and I book that shit
If this was back in the day I would've took that shit
This my time, I see it, you, I wouldn't wanna be it

This a 40000 dollar watch, you better know it
That's a 36 half a block and you better know it
It's a quarter million dollar chain and you better know it
Drop five-fifty on these frames and you better know it
We pop the pistol like champagne, you better know it
Order a hundred bottles and we camping, you better know it
Got a hundred niggas saying the same thing, you better know it
Swear I ball so hard pull a hamstring, you better know it

You better know it
You better know it