Knock It Off lyrics

(Verse 1)

Tell me how you want it nigga, Hard or Soft?

My doors up, and you know my roof is off

Thick bitch wit me & you know her top is off

I aim at yo top, then I knock it off

And if you holdin nigga ima snatch ya pockets off

You ain't gone let me fuck, Bitch? Knock it off

You better use yo head fo' I knock it off

Sellin dope, bitch I'm in the trap, gettin this profit off

My prices real low, cuz I knocked it off

Choppa hit that nigga, he get found wit his socks off

Ima cool nigga, but I'm hotter than some hot sauce

Pull up on the opps block, then we let Glocks off

I'm back in the trap house, I gotta get my rocks off

These niggas so bozo they keep poppin thots off

Let a nigga try some fuck shit

And ima show him that I ain't the one to fuck with

We don't like them niggas, always on some tough shit

We invite bitches in mansions to suck dick

17 shots in this Glock, ion need no stick

Cuz it's about 200 shots in this one whip

Fuck nigga whats the hold up?

These big bankrolls don't fold up

I punch a nigga in his eye till it close up

Hunnit shots in the kel tec & it fold up

If he don't pay on that payday, ima go nuts

We all in yo fuckin gang way with them Cobras

I was in the cell, broke as hell eatin cold cuts

Rollin hard off the ecstasy & I couldn't nut

We take yo life, choppa with the knife we be cuttin up

Playin cards, I need one mic, you would think I'm Naz

Free all my niggas, gotta live life behind bars

I grew up around killers shooting niggas off handle bars

All my niggas on some gang shit

So you better watch who the fuck you hang with

Red tape cuz my niggas love to paint shit

No face or no case I say can't shit

I hit the bank and I count figures

Gotta watch for these opp niggas

Cuz niggas out to get me

So I got this Nina Ross with me

You pillow talk to hoes, it don't fit me

You don't really love me, bitch you can't trick me

When we catch a homicide, you hear sirens

Cuz all my niggas wildin, they violent

We done snuck all our poles in the club

And if a nigga mug then you know it go up

I'm a rockstar nigga, and we do high speeds on cop cars nigga

Fuck nigga, what's the hold up?

You say you wit it, you gon have to show us

Travel with unlimited Glocks on this tour bus

They all ears now, they used to ignore us

And you can't name a nigga that's gon extort us

Them hollowtips hit yo whip it's gone blow up

I make a bitch suck my dick til she throw up

Choppa hit his ass, leave him like a white bitch wit no butt

Tires burn, I'm in the foreign doin donuts

Bullets burn, boy you gon learn if you try us

A big worm fuck up a perm, I give no fucks

I confirm, bitch I'm the plug, I need intern

Ridin with this mac on me, that's a 50 shot

Hit the block, wack a opp even tho the cops hot

I done made a whole lotta money out this crock pot

I pulled up on him wit my juvy out now his block hot, block hot

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:#GetWellFoe (2017)