Know Better Lyrics – KillBunk is the latest English song which produced by MakeTheNoises & Olivier Bassil. Know Better Lyrics are written by KillBunk.
Know Better Song Details:
| Song: | Know Better |
| Singer: | KillBunk |
| Produced by: | MakeTheNoises & Olivier Bassil |
| Lyrics: | KillBunk |
Know Better Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
MakeTheNoises…
Bitch keep playin’, yeah, she know better
See it, cop it, I’m a go-getter
Money stack up, it can’t fold nigga
In that Danny Phantom, that’s a Ghost, nigga
I got hearts on my chrome, nigga
Drop a song and cop another home, nigga
Bitch, I’m only seventeen. had a nigga movin’ like that nigga grown, nigga
Diamonds on the snow and she said she alone
Might have to call you right back
I was set on goin’, DND my phone
Darling, I’m callin’ you back
We thinkin’ ’bout shit that we never care
Well, let’s leave it, baby, it’s just in the past, yeah
Put the Lambo doors up, get the bag
Then flex on them niggas, they gettin’ real mad
Woah, woah
You thinkin’ ’bout shit you don’t know-ow
That love is turnin’ my heart co-old
So I had to go boss up with the bro-os
Danny Phantom, it’s a Ro-olls
That bitch say she love me but she a ho, ho
Try me, nigga, lose your so-oul
Can’t wait ’til we catch that nigga who had to-old
Okay, uh
I get money everyday, uh
Had to cut some niggas off, they fake
Shawty say that she want dick in her face
Oh, she said she suck, I had to give her a taste
.30 on me, tuck that shit on my waist
Turn up all the heat, turn that boy to a blaze
Now with the clan, got a whole lotta K’s
And that bitch wanna fuck but she gon’ catch a case
Why you zoomin’ like this bitch is a race?
She take ecstasy like it is a rave
I pop a perc, get me high through the day
Them niggas hatin’, don’t got shit to say
Brand new bitch, she goin’ both ways
What the fuck is you doing? Can’t get in my place
They gon’ hate the smile in front of my face
I hate that them niggas think that shit okay
Uh, DND, my phone
My bitch was trippin’, told her leave me ‘lone
VLONE on my body, I’ma die alone
It don’t really matter, I’m just in my zone
Brand new place, I’ve been trapped in my home
I don’t got many friends, most of them niggas gone
And my brothers, them niggas is grown
So sometimes a nigga feel like he alone
Yeah, sometimes a nigga get trapped in his head, ain’t no way to go, no
I feel like Lil Uzi, lil’ nigga, most of my friends are dead
I wish they would come around
Got rich and now they wanna come around
Got the money, yeah, I got the funds now
Yeah, I guess that it’s fun now
Got a choppa with me if you run down
See it, cop it, I’ma go
In the ‘Rari or the Rolls
Uh, these niggas soft
Don’t care ’bout these bitch ’cause these bitches fold
Yeah, that bitch left a hole in my heart, yeah, that shit, it ain’t ever gon’ go
Yeah, that bitch say she playin’ her part, lil’ baby, your part is on hold
Uh, now a nigga doin’ shows
Yeah, I’m just chillin’ with the bros
Niggas hatin’, it’s okay
I’ma have to flex the fuck up on their ho
Get a ‘Rari, get a Wraith, fuck it, I might go and get a Rolls
That bitch trippin’, yeah, she playin’, lil’ baby, you gon’ have to play a role
Bitch keep playin’, yeah, she know better
See it, cop it, I’m a go-getter
Money stack up, it can’t fold nigga
In that Danny Phantom, that’s a Ghost, nigga
I got hearts on my chrome, nigga
Drop a song and cop another home, nigga
Bitch, I’m only seventeen. had a nigga movin’ like that nigga grown, nigga
Diamonds on the snow and she said she alone
Might have to call you right back
I was set on goin’, DND my phone
Darling, I’m callin’ you back
We thinkin’ ’bout shit that we never care
Well, let’s leave it, baby, it’s just in the past, yeah
Put the Lambo doors up, get the bag
Then flex on them niggas, they gettin’ real mad
Bitch keep playin’, yeah, she know better
See it, cop it, I’m a go-getter
Money stack up, it can’t fold nigga
In that Danny Phantom, that’s a Ghost, nigga
I got hearts on my chrome, nigga
Drop a song and cop another home, nigga
Bitch, I’m only seventeen. had a nigga movin’ like that nigga grown, nigga
Diamonds on the snow and she said she alone
Might have to call you right back
I was set on goin’, DND my phone
Darling, I’m callin’ you back
We thinkin’ ’bout shit that we never care
Well, let’s leave it, baby, it’s just in the past, yeah
Put the Lambo doors up, get the bag
Then flex on them niggas, they gettin’ real mad