Pass Da Knock
I'm on hots if I catch a opp
Slide through they block I'ma up with a chop
If we catch him make his body drop
This chop make him dance now he hit the bop
It get lit, I'm itchin' to pop
Shorty wylin' she givin' the top
I be geekin' pass me the knock
When we up and flame all u hear is shots
We can't wait til' we catch you
Had you runnin' while bullets flew past you
Fuck your opinion I ain't even ask you
Brodie slidin' he came with the packs too like
Big racks we gon' spend em
Niggas talking imma have to end em
That boy a fed how can you defend him
He was goofy that boy was pretending' like
I said pass me the pressure
Walk em' down who gon' do it better
I said bro we aiming for that cheddar
Totin' on knockas nigga any weather
That's on bro my niggas ain't gone let up
We don't give a fuck we shoot right through the sweater
Kick her out I ain't mean to upset her
But next time shorty gotta neck me better I said
Mask up catch a hit
For ya'll niggas claiming ya'll on shit
In my comments all up on my dick
Move wrong get smacked wit a blick
On his grave we gone take a piss
And after that we catch a flic
On his grave we gone take a piss
And after that we catch a flic
I'm on hots if I catch a opp
Slide through they block I'ma up with a chop
If we catch him make his body drop
This chop make him dance now he hit the bop
It get lit, I'm itchin' to pop
Shorty wylin' she givin' the top
I be geeking pass me the knock
When we up and flame all u hear is shots
She a freak
When she eat up the dick watch her feast
Shorty love me she get on her knees
No time for a bitch just time for the cheese
Like what
We gone eat
Fuck your dead ones them niggas deceased
On the block I'ma slide with the heat
We smoking the opps bro pass me a sheet
Like what
We elite
FTB really running the streets
Come correct when you speakin' to me I was all in your bitch and I got the receipts
Like what
Hit and leave
Took your bitch and I did it with ease
Up the pole, my oota gone squeeze
We caught us a hit then got low in a breeze
(Gra Gra Boom)
I'm on hots if I catch a opp
Slide through they block I'ma up with a chop
If we catch him make his body drop
This chop make him dance now he hit the bop
It get lit, I'm itchin' to pop
Shorty wylin' she givin' the top
I be geekin' pass me the knock
When we up and flame all you hear is shots
Slide through they block I'ma up with a chop
If we catch him make his body drop
This chop make him dance now he hit the bop
It get lit, I'm itchin' to pop
Shorty wylin' she givin' the top
I be geekin' pass me the knock
When we up and flame all u hear is shots
We can't wait til' we catch you
Had you runnin' while bullets flew past you
Fuck your opinion I ain't even ask you
Brodie slidin' he came with the packs too like
Big racks we gon' spend em
Niggas talking imma have to end em
That boy a fed how can you defend him
He was goofy that boy was pretending' like
I said pass me the pressure
Walk em' down who gon' do it better
I said bro we aiming for that cheddar
Totin' on knockas nigga any weather
That's on bro my niggas ain't gone let up
We don't give a fuck we shoot right through the sweater
Kick her out I ain't mean to upset her
But next time shorty gotta neck me better I said
Mask up catch a hit
For ya'll niggas claiming ya'll on shit
In my comments all up on my dick
Move wrong get smacked wit a blick
On his grave we gone take a piss
And after that we catch a flic
On his grave we gone take a piss
And after that we catch a flic
I'm on hots if I catch a opp
Slide through they block I'ma up with a chop
If we catch him make his body drop
This chop make him dance now he hit the bop
It get lit, I'm itchin' to pop
Shorty wylin' she givin' the top
I be geeking pass me the knock
When we up and flame all u hear is shots
She a freak
When she eat up the dick watch her feast
Shorty love me she get on her knees
No time for a bitch just time for the cheese
Like what
We gone eat
Fuck your dead ones them niggas deceased
On the block I'ma slide with the heat
We smoking the opps bro pass me a sheet
Like what
We elite
FTB really running the streets
Come correct when you speakin' to me I was all in your bitch and I got the receipts
Like what
Hit and leave
Took your bitch and I did it with ease
Up the pole, my oota gone squeeze
We caught us a hit then got low in a breeze
(Gra Gra Boom)
I'm on hots if I catch a opp
Slide through they block I'ma up with a chop
If we catch him make his body drop
This chop make him dance now he hit the bop
It get lit, I'm itchin' to pop
Shorty wylin' she givin' the top
I be geekin' pass me the knock
When we up and flame all you hear is shots
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Writer(s): Fernando Goffe
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