Nana Rogues - Better Just Know lyrics

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Nana Rogues - Better Just Know lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Spray] These n***as 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 f**ed 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 n***a, 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 n***a get clapped Any witness, we gon' lay the ting down Hundred bands in the duffel Tell them n***as I'm too grown for a scuffle Draped in designer All these n***as say they're gripping, liars South side boss Me, I've never been the one for the talk Skin muddy, b**hes s*utty Heard that I robbed my plug f** that b**h For a purse, she gon' s** this dick Money n***a, 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 n***as talking beef, ten bands ya Richest gangster I'mma treat a bad b**h 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