Knock It Off

[Chorus] I had a .30 in my Hollister Now I go in 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 [Verse 1] Don't approch me if it ain't 'bout money Boy you know how I'm comin' No, I cannot pull up She say I'm actin' funny I hop out, get bags of money Rock out like Led Zep-pelin Thot like, "What you up to?" Nothin' She let me fuck this mornin' Went and picked up a bag These niggas is stealin' swag I cannot fuck with you If you don't fuck with gang Roll up and blow your brain Roll up, it's to the brain Your life spent on my chain She unbutton these Balmains It's 300, them guys with me We 'bout it, no Master P Smokin' this celery Countin' a salary You did not ride with me 'Cause you were doubtin' me You could've had your name on a Big Falcon tee [Pre-Chorus] 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 burnin' [Chorus] I had a .30 in my Hollister Now I go in 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 [Verse 2] 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 feelin' lousy You like to copy I have the hobbies Don't make me sign Turbo On your autopsy You're with your possé 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 somethin' Am I slurrin'? Am I slurrin'? Bitches say I look better in person [Pre-Chorus] 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 burnin' [Chorus] I had a .30 in my Hollister Now I go in 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 [Verse 3] I'm ridin' 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 burnin' [Chorus] I had a .30 in my Hollister Now I go in 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