KnockOut lyrics

CFN58Baby T ::

Snake on my collar but never my circle
Break down a wood and I stuff it with purple
All of these drugs got me slow like a turtle
I'm still in the hood with the n*ggas who murder

Ride with some killas my n*ggas got cases
Rollin Backwoods on some straight to the face sh*t
Choppa got ammo, shoot like I'm Rambo
Go hit a lick then it's back to the basics

Really got packs, who the f*ck is yo plug?
Ran up a check then got right with the plug
Flippin some sh*t I turn into the plug
Came straight from nothin, this sh*t out the mud

Need you a feature? I need me a bag
Choppa wet sh*t up, extended the mag
Go hit the store and I'm poppin some tags
Go dumb with the gang got my foot on the gas

b*tch Im out the gutta with robbers and felons
No questions, no b*tch n*ggas off in my section
I stay with the strap just for extra protection
A n*gga run up bet he gon' learn his lesson
n*ggas be hatin but don't want no pressure
Take off on a n*gga don't know where I left em
Throw racks in the air I start changin' the weather
I ball with my n*ggas we on different levels

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Quin NFN ::

b*tch I'm really comin straight out that 4, n*ggas say they want smoke, n*gga know that I'm wit it
How you wanna do a song wit a n*gga but act like a hoe when I give you the ticket?
That's whats wrong wit you n*ggas, you gotta stay down with this sh*t til you get to the finish
b*tch I ball like a pivot, T-Bone ain't disabled but they know the young n*gga crippin

All the opps really pus*y, don't drop no location, so we gotta find where they be
And I just bought a 9 with a beam but this b*tch for defense so its not what it seems
And I brought ya lil thot to the spot slide the di*k in that hoe with a Glock in my jeans
Give a f*ck who want static 'cause we let em have it I promise I slide for the team

n*ggas rookies, lil b*tch I'm a Veteran
You can try jackin, get popped like some medicine
I got the 4 on my back like a Letterman
See through these n*ggas like muhf*ckin Gelatin

I'm tryna bone this lil b*tch like a skeleton
VVS diamonds like f*ck all the weathermen
Break down a P wit my muhf*ckin Mexican
Blessin yo b*tch in the spot like a Reverand
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DJ ::

I be goin so stupid I'm losin my brain n*gga, but I'm stayin maintained n*gga
pus*y n*ggas get mad at the sh*t that I gained n*gga, I'm remaining the same n*gga
Bet she'll f*ck wit my brotha she look at my chain n*gga, see the watches and rings n*gga
I get high like some planes n*gga, he get hit in his top 'cause my n*ggas insane n*gga

Face a 'Wood then I pass out, put the scope in his mouth knock his breath and then lash out
Cop a '4 and I dash out, lil b*tch this ain't no Oppo, I'm bringin the Macs out
Bet she know what this bag 'bout, I do not give a f*ck I will run in yo dad house
You walk in you like "Dad how?" - send 2 shots to his top you can call me yo dad now

I be chasin this bad b*tch, hit her once and I dip now I got me a mad b*tch
I stay poppin these tags b*tch, bet that b*tch n*gga freeze when he look at this 'Mag b*tch
Hit the strip on some drag sh*t, yeah you tryna be flashy I want me some fast sh*t
I pull up on some cash sh*t, you pull up tryna get you a Snap with a bad b*tch