Better Recognize Lyrics

Hop out of that car and work yo Gen

Twin say he don't got Perc' 30s, I just popped 3 RP 10s

Bro say he gotta drop on a opp, swear to god I can't stop grinning

Lil ho' fanned out, she a groupie I don't want no dealings

I just hit the ho' one time, hell nah I ain't catch no feelings

I was a young nigga at that corner store, I kept on stealing

I can't even put the cup down, hell nah I can't quit it

Off the drank I get in my mode, fuck no I can't kick it

Nigga claiming that he gangsta hell nah, who can vouch

I remember I ain't have no pape, sleeping on the couch

I remember hoes laughing in my face, they was doubtin'

Grab my chain before I rock the show, bet they get to shouting

When I pop out OD dog shit on that ho' I bet she sick

Baby these is True Religion denim, hell nah this ain't Rick

Sean McVay, put my young nigga on the line and then he blitz

I remember sipping Quagy' Agy' now we on that Tris

Poured a four up in a Minute Maid, I'm in a abyss

Nigga I'm the one and only, lil bruh better recognize

Lil bruh not even tapped in, why he talm' bout he got ties

I can tell that he a bitch, just from the look that's in his eyes

Ran off on the damn plug hit the running man like Plies

Young nigga playing cops and robbers, I ain't never played the cop

Called a 2-3 on them niggas, the opps had fucked around got boxed

At any moment I might crash, that's why I don't ever talk

Hit the lil ho' right in doggy, she couldn't even get up and walk

Been in the stu' since like this morning, swear to god that I ain't left

I had fucked up my right hand, so I had to shoot the Drac' with left

When its clutch you know its Dame Time, lil brother shoot like Steph

Hop out of that car and work yo Gen

Twin say he don't got Perc' 30s, I just popped 3 RP 10s

Bro say he gotta drop on a opp, swear to god I can't stop grinning

Lil ho' fanned out, she a groupie I don't want no dealings

I just hit the ho' one time, hell nah I ain't catch no feelings

I was a young nigga at that corner store, I kept on stealing

I can't even put the cup down, hell nah I can't quit it

Off the drank I get in my mode, fuck no I can't kick it

Nigga claiming that he gangsta hell nah, who can vouch

I remember I ain't have no pape, sleeping on the couch

I remember hoes laughing in my face, they was doubtin'

Grab my chain before I rock the show, bet they get to shouting