Knew Better Lyrics – JID, Lil Yachty

Read the full Knew Better lyrics by JID and Lil Yachty along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jid’s music, you can also explore Costa Rica and YouUgly, two other songs by Jid.

[Intro]
I’ll, one day, take over the w—

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
(Ruff, ruff, ruff)
Third quarter, three orders, back on the fence
New order, old testaments, I don’t like estimates
Need precision, dividends, on paper (Ruff, ruff)
Riding on scrapers, bandana ’round tapers
Geeking on X, break the pill like a wafer (Phew, ski, ski)
Brown sugar dipped in an apple, Ole Quaker
Codeine and codeine and codeine and codeine

And codeine in assembly, diamonds like shaker
Brown paper bag hold some soul exchangers (Phew)
I’ma shoot s*it like a Globetrotter (Phew)
Hoes wild away, still toes around me (Damn)
I’m a big-toe stepper, don’t check on lil’ bros
And don’t check, hope she took all of your valuables
If your ho double-take, dawg, she’s an animal
I would, I would, I would, I would
Traded my BM, mad all my hoes look just like her
Told her she’s the beta
Twingnem’ll go step for Lil’ Miles like a theta
Look like Beyonce, just wanna cater (Ruff, ruff, ruff)
Ducking off with her, I’m out in Decatur
The gentrified part, upping pole, ain’t no better (What the fu*k?)
If you knew better, you’d prolly do better
Twin turbo, two twins, knock ’em down like Twin Towers (Ski, ski, ski)
Badder than Shabazz and Coretta, I’m a real deal activist
I’m sipping mud, need a shower (Oh, my—)
Fu*k a ghost, I’m a real deal black n!gga
Standing and living outside with the power (That’s a fact)
MDMA on my tongue kinda sour
Far from a coward, prestigious as Howard (Ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff)
In the two-door, doing two hunnid an hour
Headed down Broward, pour up a four, Zay Flowers

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & JID]
Mm, if you knew better, you’d do better, ha
If you knew better, you’d do better, ha
If you knew—, uh (Do better, ruff, ruff, ruff)
If you knew better, you’d do better, ha
If you knew better, you’d do better, kid (Look)
If you knew better, you’d do better, dude (Hop in the—)
If you knew better, you’d do better, ha (Watch, watch, watch)

[Verse 2: JID]
Look, uh, hop in the whip
Crank the b!tch as loud as it can get, you can make a lil’ vehicle flip
Bought my momma crib off of the “lyrical miracle spiritual” s*it (Hmm)
Imperial, get the grrt, scratch off the serial (Fah, fah, yeah)
Told her take if you too territorial (Yeah, fu*k)
They been murdering n!ggas for more than way down at memorials (‘Cause I’m from the Eastside)
See the murals, it’s a debt that was paid
With life laying in the bed that was made
Now, who funny? Too sunny, who brung the shade?
You running blue, come in, Bubonic plague
New money, power and respect, I could make ’em sick
A new Patek with the puke on the face (Eugh, eugh)
It’s the Crucible, d-d-d-d-doomdaying
I’m Duke Nukem route, put a juke on the jakes
Fast, gotta get the cash, do the dash
N!gga hit the gas, start Britney Spears dancing
Open chest, took one to the chin, I’m a champion
Tisha Campbell, I’m still here, I’m still standing (Oh, s*it)
After the storm clear, wash the blood off the curb
Only to find the sun burnt the city to dirt
Now, we outside thugging, gotta hit ’em where it hurt
God heard the people praying for mercy
See it from the outside, even look at the surface
You’ll see a certain people assemble and self-serve
You’ll circle around the Earth, you seeing the same circle
Determined to still kill and destroy and it’s still kinda work from back to
Whipping a slave to w—, whipping the work in the kitchen
Tripping it off a kitten to close the curtain
It’s certain this s*it is a curse and it’s very personal
So I’m putting it in a verse, you hearing it first
See you at church, n!gga (Oh)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty with JID]
Uh (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
The Devil saw some people starting to give in (Yup)
Applying pressure, tried to squeeze out some sense (Phew)
Circo loco off the ten, bobbleheaded, buddy in the pen
Got his ass beat so bad, converted to Islamic ways (What?)
I don’t remember you back in the days
Calling my first name won’t make me remember
You n!ggas rather d!ck-ride and dismember (Ruff)
You n!ggas rather fall off than contender (Ruff, ruff, ruff)
You n!ggas rather lose spot than follow the agenda
You n!ggas— Tyson, y’all tender
I’ll pull out the fender, I personally sent the work back to the sender (Okay)
I am an organic holyfied sinner (Okay)
I am a granter, put s*it on my momma and mind, I’m a bad man (Okay)
If it’s not you, then it’s me, I’d be damned
I got kids who need pops, so I’m paying (Ski)
And if it’s smoke, I need work the same night
No next day, no timeout, no delaying
They live on the ‘net, they be playing (Phew)
I be preaching, pimping and popping it, yeah
S*it be popping, dropping and locking it, yeah
And my right hand on the west-side, it’s a FN and I’m cocking it (Woohoo)
I’m shooting this s*it with a stock on it (Grrah)
I’m shooting this s*it, I’m Stojakovic
I could never switch up, I ain’t Dončić
Country n!gga in the summertime
Rocking Chrome leather, look like bondage (Us)
With a bad b!tch, where’d you find it? I’m on timing

[Verse 4: JID & Lil Yachty]
Look, uh
The name and collection, know the gang I’m in (It’s the BlakkBoyz)
The time you should take, typa time I’m on
Beautiful world with a bunch of ugly events
Typa s*it the gang like to shine a light on
The flames, I was walking through the flames, the fire
Looking for angels, all I could see was the cranes in the sky
And the vision that God, my brothers and sisters and ancestors combined
Another plane, it’s playing with my mind
We stand at the dawn of a new era defined by three letters
The alpha, the line, the lead shepherd
So who tryna defy the word?
I turn this b!tch into fireworks, right now, n!gga, fu*k the fourth of July
Fu*k what they talking about, I’ll punch you and your word of mouth
With your south ass, something to say, I’m saying it now
Displaying the power, the slave gave me the brain, hours of pain
I’ll call it God Likes Ugly, it’s all the same s*it

[Outro]
Christo