Better Just Know

[Verse 1: Young Spray]
These niggas just rapping
My gun been clapping, my ting beat rapid
I will kidnap him, make my youngers attack him
Draw me, I'm catting, I have to get the gat in
The throne, I'm sat in, dressed in satin
My side chick Latin
Body, mad ting
Don't be on no hero ting
Don't know who went and told you that heroes win
Gun shots when they zero in
Will leave a cheekbone with zero skin
Rinse the clip, then I'm reloading
Oh, lord have mercy when we hold him
I'm on a West Green Road ting
T Town villain, survivor, chilling
#Winning
Even though every day, I'm sinning
Rowdy from the beginning
Pretty faced G, man, I've fucked bare women
The realest in this rap game
I'm not on my own, me and my strap came
I'm that game
Young Spray's not just my rap name (RTM)

[Hook: Tempa T]
When we come down, bait chat, crack be ringing out your car
Get laid out, duppy, body bag in the boot of the car
Better just know we're banging
Gonna come through, boy boy boy boy boy boy boy
When we come down, bait chat, crack be ringing out your car
Get laid out, duppy, body bag in the boot of the car
Better just know we're banging
Gonna come through, boy boy boy boy boy boy boy

[Verse 2: Frisco]
Jump on the track like a madman
Big Fris, I grew up with one bag of badman
Man are going on like I won't
Grab man and dash a wasteman in the trash can
Capital F to R-I-S-C-O
Aye, man, I defend my team like Rio
And 'nuff of them are actors
Only bad on Instagram and V-E-V-O
If I can, I will walk straight past war
Rudeboy, you get what you ask for
Disturb my peace?
I will jump on your head like say I'm on the dancefloor
Still getting paper, uh
Never been a slave to a major, uh
Come through looking expensive
You know say the ting's recommended
Man wanna start something, you will get ended
Got a slight obsession
Big 45, that's my favourite weapon
Nigga, wanna know how it can go down?
Then today, rudeboy, you gon' learn you a lesson
Yeah, fam, you gon' learn you a lesson
So who can't hear must feel
Don't think your skin can't peel

[Hook: Tempa T]
When we come down, bait chat, crack be ringing out your car
Get laid out, duppy, body bag in the boot of the car
Better just know we're banging
Gonna come through, boy boy boy boy boy boy boy
When we come down, bait chat, crack be ringing out your car
Get laid out, duppy, body bag in the boot of the car
Better just know we're banging
Gonna come through, boy boy boy boy boy boy boy

[Verse 3: Big Chess]
Talk of the town
Ain't nobody talking me down
32 in the MAC, if a nigga get clapped
Any witness, we gon' lay the ting down
Hundred bands in the duffel
Tell them niggas I'm too grown for a scuffle
Draped in designer
All these niggas say they're gripping, liars
South side boss
Me, I've never been the one for the talk
Skin muddy, bitches slutty
Heard that I robbed my plug
Fuck that bitch
For a purse, she gon' suck this dick
Money nigga, no lie
Send them birds to ya
Who do voodoo?
In the stage of telling liars what they do do
Afghan work
Got coke but the man for the dirt
Richest gangster
Broke niggas talking beef, ten bands ya
Richest gangster
I'mma treat a bad bitch like cancer

[Hook: Tempa T]
When we come down, bait chat, crack be ringing out your car
Get laid out, duppy, body bag in the boot of the car
Better just know we're banging
Gonna come through, boy boy boy boy boy boy boy
When we come down, bait chat, crack be ringing out your car
Get laid out, duppy, body bag in the boot of the car
Better just know we're banging
Gonna come through, boy boy boy boy boy boy boy