Knew Better ft. 2.1 Law Lyrics

Real nigger

Fit Tommy Hilfiger

And I been trampoline flipping since a little nigger

No pressure but I keep pressure because im a dope seller

Don't pull up without them extras cousin you know better

I damn near spent about a thousand clubbing in south beach

I'm on the balcony bitch working her little mouth peice

My phone ringing would of thought that shit been a pager

Pop percocets now I'm lit

Rolling out my tater

Got gators on my collar shirt but these new kicks ain't gators

Two things about me don't give no fucks and I can't give out favors

Don't gamble no more but I keep chips like some sliced potatoes

Get on a track that bitch gone skate just like a hockey player

Big stepper

Sauce wings lemon pepper

Just bought some Gucci sneakers Might just cop a Gucci sweater

Hoe told me I was going broke I thought she knew me better

Retarded short bus at its finest hoe you super special

Everyday gone look like Christmas when you at my spot

Because bitch we wrap them up and bust them presents out the box

And when you're comin through the back door gotta hit the lock

Stay in the lab and be cooking like a crock pot

Baby if you knew better you'll do better

Cold world nigga need two sweaters

Twenty racks ain't really nothing too special

Especially when you too fed running through cheddar yeah

Running through them bags running through them bricks

Running through them hoes because they ain't shit

Slide down on a nigger make his face lift

Old snitching ass nigger where your case went

I been in the kitchen since I could remember

I been spinning my wrist in the pot just like a blender

Selling fifty after fifty got me feeling risky

Get rich or die trying bitch I feel like fifty

My hitter shoot you nine times now you look like fifty

If you need a straight drop nine nigger get with me

If you need some clean cocaine nigger I'm your main

Im gonna put you up on game so you could work the lane

Baby if you knew better you'll do better

Cold world nigger need two sweaters

twenty racks ain't really nothing too special

Especially when you're too fed running through cheddar yeah

Big stepper

Sauce wings lemon pepper

Just copped some Gucci sneakers Might just cop a Gucci sweater

Hoe told me I was going broke I thought she knew me better

Retarded short bus at its finest hoe you super special