Knocka

Aye left hook, right hook, drop a nigga shit
Crank the stage I go crazy, throw a bitch up in the pit
I'm off the wock, I don't like to talk
I got the drop on a nigga on him like a hawk
Tell your bitch to stay away
All this guap on me, stuff it in my pants bitch I can't walk
Got your bitch up off the molly, she be tweaking man she can't talk
I be cough cough, smoking gas I ain't got the rona
Got a plug from California, got a bitch from Barcelona

I remember when them niggas tried to sneak me in the club
All my niggas they be working all my niggas trying to grub
Ice tea, I don't fuck with cream soda
And your boyfriend is a bum, he be living off the sofa aye
Shawty give me neck, cus she knows that I'm up next
Go send this pack out lil baby bring it back you get a check
Don't give a fuck about my ex I told that bitch to go to hell
She make my head hot, I can't waste no time with no damn thot
I stay kitted up, switchblade, run down on that nigga with a smile
Sfn 4288 this shit a lifestyle, take a step up in my shoes I bet you won't walk a mile
Thats why I keep the double cup, don't give a fuck about a nigga

Aye left hook, right hook, drop a nigga shit
Crank the stage I go crazy, throw a bitch up in the pit
I'm off the wock, I don't like to talk
I got the drop on a nigga on him like a hawk
Tell your bitch to stay away
All this guap on me, stuff it in my pants bitch I can't walk
Got your bitch up off the molly, she be tweaking man she can't talk
I be cough cough, smoking gas I aint got the rona
Got a plug from California, got a bitch from Barcelona



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Writer(s): Ocion Carter
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