Knockdown

[Kiing Rod:]
Broke as I was
Now I walk with a bank roll
Stacking my chips
Never worry about a dumb hoe
13 on my pants
Fuck around and hit the tango
Got it on my own
I ain't never beg for shit hoe
Got no attention for a broke ass bitch
All this god damn designer
Got me feeling like I'm rich
Now I hop out the foreign, with a bag on my wrist
If you ain't paying you delaying
Get the fuck out my whip
10 bands out the bitch, VVS on my wrist
Red bottoms on yo bitch
While she taking all these trips
To the same young nigga, that's just tryna get rich
And I'm talking cash shit
Come fuck with the bus down
Better catch up lil nigga
Cause I'm up now
Plotting on a wraith, can't wait 'til it touch down
My first 100k going straight to my momma now
It's strictly only brothers
If you not you get knockdown, nigga

[Benny:]
You know how I do it
I spray 30 rounds
Ain't no name on these bullets
You see lately I been going through it
I'm chasing this paper, riding 'round in the scraper
Ready to knockdown
Anybody thinking they on top now
You getting knocked down
If you ain't gang, you get knocked down

[Mike Sherm:]
That hating shit like Cancer
You don't cure it, you gon' die from it
I don't look for funk
But you ain't finna see me hide from it
Bitch niggas hating cause they say that it's my time coming
Hit the show with shooters
Just wish a nigga would try something
Money in my circle
Bitch we strictly 'bout the bank roll
G-Bo that's my cousin
But we something like the bang bros
We the ones extorting we don't really like to save hoes
Yo bitch call me daddy, when her ass getting spanked on
Benji's, don't ever give her shit, cause I'm stingy
Ain't tripping off a bitch I got plenty
I fuck her off my name
You can't even fuck her off the Henny
I been touched 10 and I just turned 20
Fuck a bitch
I really love money
A pretty broke bitch hella ugly
I can't love a bitch
They only want a nigga cause I'm buzzing
I only fuck wit' her when I'm fucking, bitch

[Benny:]
You know how I do it
I spray 30 rounds
Ain't no name on these bullets
You see lately I been going through it
I'm chasing this paper, riding 'round in the scraper
Ready to knockdown
Anybody thinking they on top now
You getting knocked down
If you ain't gang, you get knocked down

Knock down
When it comes to the guns we got Manni like Pacquiao
40' with the stock couple bodies getting caught now
You hanging out the window
While I'm riding with the top down
Been thuggin respect how I live
Chop got kick you were something like a square
Now you rock wit' a clique
Full of snakes, full of squids
Get spanked wit' a six
Big tank for ya crib, ooh
10-4 hit the Lil bro then the big hoes
Foreign case, loose waist, iced neck, wrist froze
One lil bitch gone
Cell, text switch phones
Fuck a nigga diss song
Whips getting bipped on
I'm that nigga in the streets like a speed bump
Had to hit the weight room
Had to beast up
Now we in big place, where they feast up
Couple ninas
Couple niggas throwing C's up

You know how I do it
I spray 30 rounds
Ain't no name on these bullets
You see lately I been going through it
I'm chasing this paper, riding round in that scraper
Ready to knockdown
Anybody thinking they on top now
You getting knocked down
If you ain't got it, you get knocked down