808's B Knockin! Lyrics

This that NV Man Man! Shit Man

Man stop playing with them bro

Man

Let me start off like this

Why this bitch so obsessed with me I be dickin & Dunkin she so attached to me

Wanna stay close? But this is not no human centipede

Like the painting of da Vinci I a masterpiece

T slide slide on your block is a catastrophe

100 rounds in the drum better get at me

I don't write send bitch I write tragedies

Had to work that bitch out like an athlete I don't play fair

You're just another nigga Cappin you ain't struggle with the fam we were thugging off the welfare

Eight deep in your bitch we've been there

Climbed up straight to the top you went nowhere

Beat The Pussy out the park bitch I'm Babe Ruth

Found you lit up your car you got stained roof

Thunder bolts up in the gun I feel like Pikachu

Strap with a zap I'm gonna send him to Jesus, I lost it!

Guess what's in my pocket? It's my pocket rocket. Blasting off again yeah you team rocket

Bitch boy better stop it you've been out of pocket

Catch you slipping again I'm that janitor that be mopping

Fit can't cop it

The squad be Mobin

Bitch I once your mouth and your throat, I want noggin

This bitch be bobin this bitch be Slobbing

She a thutor bop this bitch be knockin

Like my Front door or some 808's

You gon starve when my whole team get a plate

Go fetch us some shrimp and steak

She got like 10 minutes bitch on delay

We be Bussin nigga steady ducking

Nigga be yapping on the net but these bullets got him running

Burner squeeze on his chest while I put him to rest

O.K that nigga was screaming at his neck. Aye yo Wait, fuck a prom date

Smoking on the weed come to prom Late

Bad bitch looking like Beyoncé

She gon eat his dick like an entrée

If you're hearing this, you're too late

A young nigga Rose up the crime rate

If you're hearing this, you're too late A young nigga Rose up the crime rate

These 808's be knockin on my mama my nigga

Stop playing with me nigga

Fuck ass nigga