Knocked Off

Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat Ayy, fuck all you niggas, yeah Yeah, free Choppa Boy (You know the don dada, yeah) We step on anything, and still steppin', nigga (Look) Went to the bank, I left with fifty in my pocket, nigga Gang, I been tryna leave 'em blank, this on your noggin, nigga I got juveniles who steppin', totin' on dirty pistols, yeah All my niggas out here spinnin', tryna leave a nigga dead Fuck nigga, what you said? We puttin' you to sleep in your bed On the bottom the nine, I just put a beam, everything be infrared Talk like Top, get on these meds Get out your top, we bust your head Catch him bad, hop out and spray Jump out and we slumped his ass They can't run, we on they ass I'm like who want beef? Just show me somethin' I got killers on Front Street and we ain't runnin' How I come through, shawty, she don't want no other Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters He say he want smoke with me We gon' get him knocked off But these bitch niggas don't wan' rock with me My brothers blow your block down Travel for that price just like a Greyhound I don't want you, I got cake now You wasn't loyal, you couldn't stay down I don't want you in my way now Can't help you, see I'm rich, yeah Say the wrong thing and you bent We got FN's and Glock 10s, ten millimeter YoungBoy hot and I done broke the meter All this money got me blind, I don't know these people, yeah She wan' be with me, I just won't date her, won't date her, go She wan' talk, girl, I don't have no data, no data, no I stay with that sword just like Darth Vader, Darth Vader, woah Bitch, I keep that stick, but don't play pool, I let it blow I just tried to kill another nigga the other day I just got another half a million up in my bank Pussy nigga, we ain't never slippin', bitch, what you think? I got rifles, Dracos, and pistols, blow up a tank On my lil' boy, nigga I'm like who want beef? Just show me somethin' I got killers on Front Street and we ain't runnin' How I come through, shawty, she don't want no other Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters He say he want smoke with me We gon' get him knocked off These bitch niggas don't wan' rock with me My brothers blow your block down Travel for that price just like a Greyhound I don't want you, I got cake now You wasn't loyal, you couldn't stay down I don't want you in my way now Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat