Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Drewski
DJ
Sheff G
Vocals
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Loffa
Songwriter
Anthony Rampias
Songwriter
Michael Williams
Songwriter
Morgan O'connor
Songwriter
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AR
Producer
DJ Drewski
Producer
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Morgan O'connor
Producer
Steve Dickey
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Drewski)
And you know I knock a **** off (AR, AR, AR)
Know I knock a **** off
And you know I knock a **** off
[Chorus]
I know you know the gang, we'll knock a **** off, look
20/20 vision, ****, we done seen it all
Got a bag, wanted more, my shooters change the score
We wasn't born rich, so you know we ain't dying poor
Said she love me, she ain't loyal, ain't nobody for you
But they gon' get mad when a **** don't call
Send the shotty at the floor, we caught 'em at the door
You know what's up with us, you fuck it up, let's go to war (Look)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, we winning, you know I took plenty loss for my ****, huh
Seven zeros, we done did it all for the figures, how you figure? Huh
Caution all my steps and then maneuver
Stuck up in my ways, in the field just like manure, huh, look
She know I did some things I never talk about it, huh
Just like a broken leg, I cannot walk without it, huh
Bottled up the pain
I know people change, I pray you remain the same
I hope you don't change at all
Pick up for me if I call, huh
Don't get under pressure, stand up for me if I fall
Music gave me like some medicine, boost my adrenaline
I got down with gang 'cause we looked up to all the menacin'
That hating's so repetitive, hit home like relatives
This is New York City, don't get comfy, get competitive
(Uh, gang)
[Chorus]
I know you know the gang, we'll knock a **** off, look
20/20 vision, ****, we done seen it all
Got a bag, wanted more, my shooters change the score
We wasn't born rich, so you know we ain't dying poor
Said she love me, she ain't loyal, ain't nobody for you
But they gon' get mad when a **** don't call
Send the shotty at the floor, we caught 'em at the door
You know what's up with us, you fuck it up, let's go to war
[Verse 2]
Back then, it was blacktop, now it's trap spots
You ain't on the team, ****, you was just a mascot
Shorty off a bean, said she want me to give her back shots
I was off a E, give her F 'cause I'm a G
Two, three shots'll make 'em bleed, I know I OD
I know lil' Mya waitin' 'til she see me on the screen
Had to stay away from home, you know I can't go
The block steady callin' my name in rain, snow
Got no love for a ho, I sent her to the bros
Lil' ****, I was runnin' through the 'Bush from my lows
Got no love for a ho, I sent her to the bros
Lil' ****, I was runnin' through with sticks for my lows, uh
[Chorus]
I know you know the gang, we'll knock a **** off, look
20/20 vision, ****, we done seen it all
Got a bag, wanted more, my shooters change the score
We wasn't born rich, so you know we ain't dying poor
Said she love me, she ain't loyal, ain't nobody for you
But they gon' get mad when a **** don't call
Send the shotty at the floor, we caught 'em at the door
You know what's up with us, you fuck it up, let's go to war
Written by: DJ Drewski