Knocked Off
Yo
If you try to take they glock you gon' get knocked off
We gon' puttin' that boy out 'cause he soft, yo
I will ride around with beat around, drum at 18
Just got a .90, be holdin' onto me, InfraRed Beat
They call your brother, father on me, you further the fuck do you think
You know that Draco got the wood, nigga you barkin' up the wrong tree
When I go to Miami, catch you with my Z, nigga
We gon' take that, now give me that shit 'cause it's free
And that nigga tryna reach, he put on a T
Yuh, I'm not the one goin' for nothin', suck it
You know that, all done pass, gon' tell him he's on it
Glock .23, puttin' in the word nigga, that's on my mother
Poppin' a toad, all you niggas should've known he was undercover
Fuck this, yuh
All y'all niggas gon' tell on each other (snitch)
All for that gang, stick by one another (hit that)
Hit with it, here we gon' take off his cover
Nigga who woulda thought to assist from a nigga
Yo, we take that, we cut 'em, nigga I was at PP on Pinolo
Nigga I had to look good (on god)
Nigga I don't run around, I don't play wood
Two Glocks and they fully on, who the fuck you gonna bully on
Grab that low life, why tryna act like you own me (woah)
Uh, I know these niggas not my bro
Bro know I fucked up something I stole
But I bet the rest of them gon' knock off before
I bet that .333 get 'em
Pot nigga, I don't give a fuck 'bout who with him
You are that baby I call, I just show you how to babysit (oh gosh)
Yuh, nigga
If you try to take they glock you gon' get knocked off
We gon' puttin' that boy out 'cause he soft, yo
I will ride around with beat around, drum at 18
Just got a .90, be holdin' onto me, InfraRed Beat
They call your brother, father on me, you further the fuck do you think
You know that Draco got the wood, nigga you barkin' up the wrong tree
When I go to Miami, catch you with my Z, nigga
We gon' take that, now give me that shit 'cause it's free
And that nigga tryna reach, he put on a T
Yuh, I'm not the one goin' for nothin', suck it
You know that, all done pass, gon' tell him he's on it
Glock .23, puttin' in the word nigga, that's on my mother
Poppin' a toad, all you niggas should've known he was undercover
Fuck this, yuh
All y'all niggas gon' tell on each other (snitch)
All for that gang, stick by one another (hit that)
Hit with it, here we gon' take off his cover
Nigga who woulda thought to assist from a nigga
Yo, we take that, we cut 'em, nigga I was at PP on Pinolo
Nigga I had to look good (on god)
Nigga I don't run around, I don't play wood
Two Glocks and they fully on, who the fuck you gonna bully on
Grab that low life, why tryna act like you own me (woah)
Uh, I know these niggas not my bro
Bro know I fucked up something I stole
But I bet the rest of them gon' knock off before
I bet that .333 get 'em
Pot nigga, I don't give a fuck 'bout who with him
You are that baby I call, I just show you how to babysit (oh gosh)
Yuh, nigga
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