KidWond3r - Knock It Off lyrics

(Verse 1) Tell me how you want it n***a, Hard or Soft? My doors up, and you know my roof is off Thick b**h wit me & you know her top is off I aim at yo top, then I knock it off And if you holdin n***a ima snatch yo pockets off You ain't gone let me f**? b**h knock it off You better use yo head before I knock it off Sellin dope, b**h I'm in the trap gettin this profit off My prices real low, cuz I knocked it off Choppa hit that n***a, he get found wit his socks off Ima cool n***a, 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 n***as so bozo they keep poppin thots off Let a n***a try some f** sh** And ima show him that I ain't the one to f** with We don't like them n***as, always on some tough sh** We invite b**hes in mansions to s** dick 17 shots in this Glock, ion need no stick Cuz it's about 200 shots in this one whip f** n***a whats the hold up? These big bankrolls don't fold up I punch a n***a in his eye till it close up Hunnit shots in the k**tec & it fold up If he don't pay on that payday, ima go nuts We all in yo f**in gang way with them cold rusts 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 n***as, gotta live life behind bars I grew up around k**ers shooting n***as off handle bars All my n***as on some gang sh** So you better watch who the f** you hang with Red tape cuz my n***as love to paint sh** No face or no case I say can't sh** (Chorus) I hit the sank & I count figures Gotta watch for these opp n***as Cuz n***as out to get me So I got this Nina Ross with me We pull up, take the hoes, they don't fit me You don't really love me, b**h you can't trick me When we catch a homicide, you hear sirens Cuz all my n***as wild & they violent We snuck all the poles in the club And if a n***a mug then you know it go up Ima rockstar n***a, and we do hit speeds on cop cars n***a (Verse 2) f** n***a, what's the hold up? You say you wit it, you gon have to show us Travel with many Glocks on this tour bus They all M's now they used to ignore us And you can't name a n***a that's gon extort us Them hollowtips hit yo whip it's gone blow up I make a b**h s** my dick til she throw up Choppa hit his a**, leave him like a white b**h wit no bu*t Tires burn, I'm in the foreign doin donuts Bullets burn, boy you gon learn if you try us A big worm f** up a perm, I give no f**s I confirm, b**h 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