CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Knockdown
Broke as I was
Now I walk with a bank roll
Stackin' my chips
Never worry about a dumb hoe
13 on my pants
F**k around and hit the tango
Got it on my own
I ain't never beg for sh*t hoe
Got no attention for a broke a** b*t*h
All this god damn designer
Got me feelin' like I'm rich
Now I hop out the foreign, with a bag on my wrist
If you ain't payin' you delayin'
Get the f**k out my whip
10 bands out the b*t*h, VVS on my wrist
Red bottoms on yo b*t*h
While she taking all these trips
To the same young n***a,that's just tryna get rich
And I'm talking cash sh*t
Come f**k with the bus down
Better catch up lil n***a
Cause I'm up now
Plottin' on a wraith, can't wait 'til it touch down
My first 100k goin' straight to my momma now
It's strictly only brothers
If you not you get knockdown, n***a
You know how I do it
I spray 30 rounds
Ain't no name on these bullets
You see lately I been goin' through it
I'm chasing this paper, riding 'round in the scraper
Ready to knockdown
Anybody thinkin' they on top now
You gettin' knocked down
If you ain't gang, you get knocked down
That hating sh*t like Cancer
You don't cure it, you gon' die from it
I don't look for funk
But you ain't finna see me hide from it
B*t*h n***as hatin' cause they say that it's my time comin'
Hit the show with shooters
Just wish a n***a would try something
Money in my circle
B*t*h we strictly 'bout the bank roll
G-Bo that's my cousin
But we something like the bang bros
We the ones extorting we don't really like to save hoes
Yo b*t*h call me daddy, when her a** gettin' spanked on
Benji's, don't ever give her sh*t, cause I'm stingy
Ain't trippin' off a b*t*h I got plenty
I f**k her off my name
You can't even f**k her off the Henny
I been touched 10 and I just turned 20
F**k a b*t*h
I really love money
A pretty broke b*t*h hella ugly
I can't love a b*t*h
They only want a n***a cause I'm buzzin'
I only f**k wit' her when I'm f**king, b*t*h
You know how I do it
I spray 30 rounds
Ain't no name on these bullets
You see lately I been goin' through it
I'm chasing this paper, riding 'round in the scraper
Ready to knockdown
Anybody thinkin' they on top now
You gettin' knocked down
If you ain't gang, you get knocked down
Knock Down
When it comes to the guns we got Manni like Pacquiao
40' with the stock couple bodies gettin' caught now
You hangin' out the window
While I'm ridin' with the top down
Been thuggin respect how I live
Chop got kick you were something like a square
Now you rock wit' a clique
Full of snakes, full of squids
Get spanked wit' a six
Big tank for ya crib, ooh
10-4 hit the Lil bro then the big hoes
Foreign case, loose waist, iced neck, wrist froze
One lil b*t*h gone
Cell, text switch phones
F**k a n***a diss song
Whips gettin' bipped on
I'm that n***a in the streets like a speed bump
Had to hit the weight room
Had to beast up
Now we in big place, where they feast up
Couple ninas
Couple n***as throwin' C's up
You know how I do it
I spray 30 rounds
Ain't no name on these bullets
You see lately I been goin' through it
I'm chasing this paper, ridin' round in that scraper
Ready to knockdown
Anybody thinkin' they on top now
You gettin' knocked down
If you ain't got it, you get knocked down
Now I walk with a bank roll
Stackin' my chips
Never worry about a dumb hoe
13 on my pants
F**k around and hit the tango
Got it on my own
I ain't never beg for sh*t hoe
Got no attention for a broke a** b*t*h
All this god damn designer
Got me feelin' like I'm rich
Now I hop out the foreign, with a bag on my wrist
If you ain't payin' you delayin'
Get the f**k out my whip
10 bands out the b*t*h, VVS on my wrist
Red bottoms on yo b*t*h
While she taking all these trips
To the same young n***a,that's just tryna get rich
And I'm talking cash sh*t
Come f**k with the bus down
Better catch up lil n***a
Cause I'm up now
Plottin' on a wraith, can't wait 'til it touch down
My first 100k goin' straight to my momma now
It's strictly only brothers
If you not you get knockdown, n***a
You know how I do it
I spray 30 rounds
Ain't no name on these bullets
You see lately I been goin' through it
I'm chasing this paper, riding 'round in the scraper
Ready to knockdown
Anybody thinkin' they on top now
You gettin' knocked down
If you ain't gang, you get knocked down
That hating sh*t like Cancer
You don't cure it, you gon' die from it
I don't look for funk
But you ain't finna see me hide from it
B*t*h n***as hatin' cause they say that it's my time comin'
Hit the show with shooters
Just wish a n***a would try something
Money in my circle
B*t*h we strictly 'bout the bank roll
G-Bo that's my cousin
But we something like the bang bros
We the ones extorting we don't really like to save hoes
Yo b*t*h call me daddy, when her a** gettin' spanked on
Benji's, don't ever give her sh*t, cause I'm stingy
Ain't trippin' off a b*t*h I got plenty
I f**k her off my name
You can't even f**k her off the Henny
I been touched 10 and I just turned 20
F**k a b*t*h
I really love money
A pretty broke b*t*h hella ugly
I can't love a b*t*h
They only want a n***a cause I'm buzzin'
I only f**k wit' her when I'm f**king, b*t*h
You know how I do it
I spray 30 rounds
Ain't no name on these bullets
You see lately I been goin' through it
I'm chasing this paper, riding 'round in the scraper
Ready to knockdown
Anybody thinkin' they on top now
You gettin' knocked down
If you ain't gang, you get knocked down
Knock Down
When it comes to the guns we got Manni like Pacquiao
40' with the stock couple bodies gettin' caught now
You hangin' out the window
While I'm ridin' with the top down
Been thuggin respect how I live
Chop got kick you were something like a square
Now you rock wit' a clique
Full of snakes, full of squids
Get spanked wit' a six
Big tank for ya crib, ooh
10-4 hit the Lil bro then the big hoes
Foreign case, loose waist, iced neck, wrist froze
One lil b*t*h gone
Cell, text switch phones
F**k a n***a diss song
Whips gettin' bipped on
I'm that n***a in the streets like a speed bump
Had to hit the weight room
Had to beast up
Now we in big place, where they feast up
Couple ninas
Couple n***as throwin' C's up
You know how I do it
I spray 30 rounds
Ain't no name on these bullets
You see lately I been goin' through it
I'm chasing this paper, ridin' round in that scraper
Ready to knockdown
Anybody thinkin' they on top now
You gettin' knocked down
If you ain't got it, you get knocked down
