Lyrics
Yea
We was always then niggas
They know we them niggas
She know I'm the nigga
Still inn the hood, still riding round up to no good,
Chopper on the bank seat,
I wish a fuck nigga would,
Like I don't know no better,
Ima squeeze like the boy Hugh Hefner,
We don't know no better
If he ruin let the bulldog fetch em
Niggas never loved us,
All these bitches love us,
Everybody calling my phone,
WTF y'all was at when I was growing up (Say yeah)
If I don't know him Ima tell em,
Truth is I don't know that fella,
He gone fold under pressure,
Truth is he don't know no better
Two cups riding round with no liquor,
Two doves, no roof this a fista
Walked in smelling like a mf bag... with all my niggas,
Ran through a whole lotta mf cash... with all my niggas
Hate when they say they gone do right, always do em wrong fuck wrong with em?
I did it for all of my niggas,
I switched up my Audi my nigga,
This is an Audi my nigga,
Could've went and bought another vehicle,
Turnt the hood up bought em all a vehicle,
Can't wait to go ride on them niggas,
We cannot wait to collide with them niggas,
NO!
We DO NOT hide from no nigga!
Where I come from we was always then niggas,
Mason Margielas, boy wont you step up,
We wanted extra, so we got extra,
No, I never needed me no invester,
Just call me a P feel like Pleasure
Ridin with P in that tester
That's my sister! I got em forever.
But still don't know no better
Look where I came from,
Look At these Diamonds,
Niggas I came far
But still don't know no Better
(Yea x 5)
But still don't know no Better,
Took a whole lot to got here mf can't turn back never (NAW)
Been through a lot lil nigga but still don't know no better
Bitch calling my phone,
Fuck wrong wit her? Bitch don't know No Better
They asked me to sign,
Why should I sign? (Yea x2)
I walk around wit a dime,
I got like def times a dime,
I Fuck up a done every time,
You fuck up a dime on your time,
You needa stop wasting your time,
I paid like a hunnid for mine,
I put them pointers on mine,
I can rhyme anytime,
Bitch say she ain't fuckin she lying,
Make them Bitches form a line,
We got them hunnids we buying nigga,
In every dozen there's a dime nigga,
I DO NOT play bout my shine nigga,
Shoot that bitch up like I'm blind nigga,
We came in first we never last,
I told em a hunnid a never last,
See I got a hunnid right now in this Louis bag,
Foot on the peddle might do the dash,
I'm on the lean I might crash,
Fucked the bitch I got her mad,
Got her calling me dad,
Kicked the bitch out of my pad,
We got a lot of us,
Talk about dough got a pot of it,
When you winning its hard to get out of us,
Jumped in that water came out was us,
You prolly wouldn't make it up out of it,
I Prolly go do the lottery,
I really do be with shottas,
My daddy is really a rasta
Writer(s): Rayshawn Bennett, Jeppe Caspersen
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