Knock It Off
(专辑: Two Zero One Seven - 2017)
I
had a
30 in my hollister Now I
go with gucci and I
cop it all Get out the
way if you're not involved Do me a
favor knock it off Bang. Bang bang Don't approch me if it ain't bout money Boy you know how I'm coming No I
can not pull up She say I'm acting funny Hop out get bags of money Rock out like led zep-pelin Thot like, "what? you won't do nothin'" She let me fuck this morning Went an picked up a
bag These niggas is stealing swag I
can not fuck with you If you don't fuck with gang Roll up and blow ya brain Roll up its to the
brain Your life spent on my chain She unbutton these balmains Its 30 [?] them guys with me We bout it no master P
Smoking this celery Counting a
salary You did not ride with me Cause you were doubting me You could have had your name on a
big falcon tee I'm swervin, I'm not suburban We ain't worried, yeah we searchin Don't get nervous, eat this bird shit We at it early, mac burning I
had a
30 in my hollister Now I
go with gucci and I
cop it all Get out the
way if you're not involved Do me a
favor knock it off Bang. Bang bang You know I
got them thousands And they in my trousers I'll buy a
bag of weed With your allowance Buy some kicks it's gon round me To the
nearest thousands Too much damn dino juice I'm feeling lousy You like to copy I
have the
hobbies Don't make me sign turbo On your autopsy You're with your posse We got a
shotty I
am with ISIS You cannot stop me With gang I
blow dope with them We be like on folks and them Sippin all this lean baby Can you tell me something Am I
slurrin'? Am I
slurrin'? Bitches say I
look better in person I'm swervin, I'm not suburban We ain't worried, yeah we searchin Don't get nervous, eat this bird shit We at it early, mac burning I
had a
30 in my hollister Now I
go with gucci and I
cop it all Get out the
way if you're not involved Do me a
favor knock it off Bang. Bang bang I'm riding with my soldiers Fast roller coaster If you don't understand me Blah go the
toaster I'm hard on my motor I
am not a
loafer You don't want no cancer I
keep the
toaster You know I
got the
piece And a
pound of weed This weed ain't got no seeds Your bed ain't got no freak I
just po'd up four threes You're runnin out of lean I
just wanna be on Forbes I'm runnin out of dreams I'm swervin, I'm not suburban We ain't worried, yeah we searchin Don't get nervous, eat this bird shit We at it early, mac burning I
had a
30 in my hollister Now I
go with gucci and I
cop it all Get out the
way if you're not involved Do me a
favor knock it off Bang. Bang bang