YG, Jeezy - You Betta Kno lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
[YG, Jeezy - You Betta Kno lyrics]
Ay, You don't even know it i'm on this bitch
And you don't even know it haha
Let's do this shit my nigga
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 all 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 (achoo)
Low key condo kilograms on the table
Looking better than Ferrari keys
Cause, I'm the truth, and y'all know it
And if you don't you betta ask somebody
You know I fall up in here with them
Louboutins on lookin like I
Just waxed somebody you ain't know it!
This a 40, 000 dollar watch
You betta know it that's a 36 half a block
And you betta know it
It's a quarter million dollar chain
And you betta know it
Drop five-fifty on these frames and
You betta know it (Versace nigga)
We pop the pistol like champagne
You betta know it
Order a hundred bottles and we camping
You betta know it
Got a hundred niggas saying the same thing
You betta know it
Swear I ball so hard pull a hamstring
You betta know it
Jeezy, that's my nigga, you betta know it
There's a couple bitches I love
But I'm too busy, can't even show it
Brought the little homie he's strapped
When he with me he betta hold it
Told him don't play
He betta use it if he show it
Yeah my album finna drop
Guaranteed I'm gon' pop
Gon' 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 gettin fed on yachts
God damn I'm hot
Nigga you don't even know it
Bust a nut in ten minutes
I couldn’t even focus
Miley Cyrus you bad girl you betta 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 ho
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 woulda took that shit
This my time I see it, you
I wouldn't wanna be it
And you don't even know it haha
Let's do this shit my nigga
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 all 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 (achoo)
Low key condo kilograms on the table
Looking better than Ferrari keys
Cause, I'm the truth, and y'all know it
And if you don't you betta ask somebody
You know I fall up in here with them
Louboutins on lookin like I
Just waxed somebody you ain't know it!
This a 40, 000 dollar watch
You betta know it that's a 36 half a block
And you betta know it
It's a quarter million dollar chain
And you betta know it
Drop five-fifty on these frames and
You betta know it (Versace nigga)
We pop the pistol like champagne
You betta know it
Order a hundred bottles and we camping
You betta know it
Got a hundred niggas saying the same thing
You betta know it
Swear I ball so hard pull a hamstring
You betta know it
Jeezy, that's my nigga, you betta know it
There's a couple bitches I love
But I'm too busy, can't even show it
Brought the little homie he's strapped
When he with me he betta hold it
Told him don't play
He betta use it if he show it
Yeah my album finna drop
Guaranteed I'm gon' pop
Gon' 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 gettin fed on yachts
God damn I'm hot
Nigga you don't even know it
Bust a nut in ten minutes
I couldn’t even focus
Miley Cyrus you bad girl you betta 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 ho
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 woulda took that shit
This my time I see it, you
I wouldn't wanna be it