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