Knock It Off Lyrics

Running thru the city like a lightning bolt

Usain bolt

Aiming at anybody thats talkin most

(Fuck capone) its what the fuck im hearing when im not around

(I love capone) its what the fuck im hearing when i come around

Knock it off

Tell ya pretty lady come and drop them (Draws)

(I come to brawl)

Im ready for scramble

Have you sunny side up

You aint with it for the gamble

And You thinking you a thug, so see ya brother for example nigga

I run it back

Chilling with my niggas from the trap

We the ones who keep surviving from the ghetto thats exact

We never lack

And Cops who keep harassing coming back

Tryna lock me down for something trynna frame for me some crack

You niggas wack

Dont ever try play me in ya life

Trying play me for some sucka shit gone be a genocide

And Thats a fact

Decide ya life in ceelo, with some dice

You must really think you thuggen if you gone be living twice

Im from the jungle streets, coming from the gutta where we starve to eat

Its me and man

Nigga we coming thru like an avalanche

Ill break ya stance

Them Bullets to the floor

Will have you riverdance

Dont fuck with us

Buddha smoke, you know we keep the blunt with us, woah!

(Man alot of ya cats out there be talking that wild shit man

How many of ya niggas got, bouta release a couple tapes in a whole year?

Ya aint bout that life son)

All about my paper all i wanted to see the light

Think about my millions all i wanted was to reach the sky

Young gunna from the bronx im trynna make this paper right

Robbing all you succas better hope that you are sleeping tight

People either clappen with Nine millies or use the eagle

Ima be a legend, walking thru the streets just like a beatle

If you herd of Corleone, just know capone man is the sequel

Im coming thru

Im coming thru homie ill take ya mic

Im coming thru

Im coming thru homie ill take ya mic

herd that music is ya everything

So ima take ya life

Im coming thru

Im coming thru homie ill take ya mic

Herd that music is ya everything

So ima take ya life

Break ya lights

Im the one you pay attention to

Inlove thottianas, and i love my benjis to be blue

You dont ammused

Im calling GLS if theres a squeak

Sippin macken back with L

So cuzzo dont sit next to me

Man im calling up the jawns when i want them in my circle

When i come around ill have ya looking dumb like steven Urkle

Only lemon kush around us, what the fuck is even purple

You are not about that life its past ya time ya late for curfew

(And i say woah!)

(Im coming thru, im coming thru homie ill take ya mic)

(Im coming thru, im coming thru homie ill take ya mic)

(Im coming thru, im coming thru homie ill take ya mic)

(Im coming thru, im coming thru homie ill take ya mic)