Knockout
Snake on my collar but never my circle
Break down a wood and I stuff it with purple
All of these drugs got me slow like a turtle
I'm still in the hood with the niggas who murder
Ride with some killas my niggas got cases
Rollin Backwoods on some straight to the face shit
Choppa got ammo, shoot like I'm Rambo
Go hit a lick then it's back to the basics
Really got packs, who the fuck is yo plug?
Ran up a check then got right with the plug
Flippin some shit I turn into the plug
Came straight from nothin, this shit out the mud
Need you a feature? I need me a bag
Choppa wet shit up, extended the mag
Go hit the store and I'm poppin some tags
Go dumb with the gang got my foot on the gas
Bitch Im out the gutta with robbers and felons
No questions, no bitch niggas off in my section
I stay with the strap just for extra protection
A nigga run up bet he gon' learn his lesson
Niggas be hatin but don't want no pressure
Take off on a nigga don't know where I left em
Throw racks in the air I start changin' the weather
I ball with my niggas we on different levels
Bitch I'm really comin straight out that 4,
niggas say they want smoke, nigga know
That I'm wit it
How you wanna do a song wit a nigga but
Act like a hoe when I give you the ticket?
That's whats wrong wit you niggas,
You gotta stay down with this shit til you get to the finish
Bitch I ball like a pivot
T-Bone ain't disabled but they
Know the young nigga crippin
All the opps really pussy,
Don't drop no location,
So we gotta find where they be
And I just bought a 9
With a beam but this bitch
for defense so its not what it seems
And I brought ya lil thot
To the spot slide the dick in that hoe
With a Glock in my jeans
Give a fuck who want static
'cause we let em have it
I promise I slide for the team
Niggas rookies, lil bitch I'm a Veteran
You can try jackin, get popped like some medicine
I got the 4 on my back like a Letterman
See through these niggas like muhfuckin Gelatin
I'm tryna bone this lil bitch
Like a skeleton
VVS diamonds like fuck
All the weathermen
Break down a P wit my
Muhfuckin Mexican
Blessin yo bitch in the spot
like a Reverand
I be goin so stupid I'm losin my brain nigga,
But I'm stayin maintained nigga
Pussy niggas get mad at the shit that
I gained nigga,
I'm remaining the same nigga
Bet she'll fuck wit my brotha
She look at my chain nigga,
See the watches and rings nigga
I get high like some planes nigga,
He get hit in his top
'cause my niggas insane nigga
Face a 'Wood then I pass out,
Put the scope in his mouth
Knock his breath and then lash out
Cop a '4 and I dash out,
Lil bitch this ain't no Oppo,
I'm bringin the Macs out
Bet she know what this bag
'bout, I do not give a fuck
I will run in yo dad house
You walk in you like "Dad how?"
Send 2 shots to his top
You can call me yo dad now
I be chasin this bad bitch,
Hit her once and I dip now I got me a mad bitch
I stay poppin these tags bitch
bet that bitch nigga freeze
When he look at this 'Mag bitch
Hit the strip on some drag shit,
Yeah you tryna be flashy
I want me some fast shit
I pull up on some cash shit,
You pull up tryna get you a
Snap with a bad bitch
Break down a wood and I stuff it with purple
All of these drugs got me slow like a turtle
I'm still in the hood with the niggas who murder
Ride with some killas my niggas got cases
Rollin Backwoods on some straight to the face shit
Choppa got ammo, shoot like I'm Rambo
Go hit a lick then it's back to the basics
Really got packs, who the fuck is yo plug?
Ran up a check then got right with the plug
Flippin some shit I turn into the plug
Came straight from nothin, this shit out the mud
Need you a feature? I need me a bag
Choppa wet shit up, extended the mag
Go hit the store and I'm poppin some tags
Go dumb with the gang got my foot on the gas
Bitch Im out the gutta with robbers and felons
No questions, no bitch niggas off in my section
I stay with the strap just for extra protection
A nigga run up bet he gon' learn his lesson
Niggas be hatin but don't want no pressure
Take off on a nigga don't know where I left em
Throw racks in the air I start changin' the weather
I ball with my niggas we on different levels
Bitch I'm really comin straight out that 4,
niggas say they want smoke, nigga know
That I'm wit it
How you wanna do a song wit a nigga but
Act like a hoe when I give you the ticket?
That's whats wrong wit you niggas,
You gotta stay down with this shit til you get to the finish
Bitch I ball like a pivot
T-Bone ain't disabled but they
Know the young nigga crippin
All the opps really pussy,
Don't drop no location,
So we gotta find where they be
And I just bought a 9
With a beam but this bitch
for defense so its not what it seems
And I brought ya lil thot
To the spot slide the dick in that hoe
With a Glock in my jeans
Give a fuck who want static
'cause we let em have it
I promise I slide for the team
Niggas rookies, lil bitch I'm a Veteran
You can try jackin, get popped like some medicine
I got the 4 on my back like a Letterman
See through these niggas like muhfuckin Gelatin
I'm tryna bone this lil bitch
Like a skeleton
VVS diamonds like fuck
All the weathermen
Break down a P wit my
Muhfuckin Mexican
Blessin yo bitch in the spot
like a Reverand
I be goin so stupid I'm losin my brain nigga,
But I'm stayin maintained nigga
Pussy niggas get mad at the shit that
I gained nigga,
I'm remaining the same nigga
Bet she'll fuck wit my brotha
She look at my chain nigga,
See the watches and rings nigga
I get high like some planes nigga,
He get hit in his top
'cause my niggas insane nigga
Face a 'Wood then I pass out,
Put the scope in his mouth
Knock his breath and then lash out
Cop a '4 and I dash out,
Lil bitch this ain't no Oppo,
I'm bringin the Macs out
Bet she know what this bag
'bout, I do not give a fuck
I will run in yo dad house
You walk in you like "Dad how?"
Send 2 shots to his top
You can call me yo dad now
I be chasin this bad bitch,
Hit her once and I dip now I got me a mad bitch
I stay poppin these tags bitch
bet that bitch nigga freeze
When he look at this 'Mag bitch
Hit the strip on some drag shit,
Yeah you tryna be flashy
I want me some fast shit
I pull up on some cash shit,
You pull up tryna get you a
Snap with a bad bitch
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Writer(s): Brandon Edward Pugh
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