Knocked Off (feat. Birdman)

Yeah
Yeah

Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Ayy

I'm gon' beat that pussy up just like a champion (woo)
I'm a beast inside these streets, like a barbarian (beast)
Told my baby, next February, we married (on Blood)
We laughin' at these pussy boys, they so hilarious (hah)

I might get him knocked off, pull some spaghetti strings (you understand?)
(They ain't gon' play with me, no, no, no)
I might get him knocked off for a double-sealed pint of lean (ya dig?)
(They ain't gon' play with me, no, no, no)
I might get him knocked off while I pull a bank scheme (B's up)
(They ain't gon' play with me, no, no, no)
I might get him knocked off for just tryna join the team (yeah, Stunna)

Yeah
We roll these bitches like they centipedes (damn)
We get this money, flip some hunnids, then we blow some G's (they on my what?)
I gave her life and then I showed her B's (roll it, roll it, roll it)
We fucked the world but now we overseas (woop, woop)

Inside of the car, we stashed a hunnid bricks (Suwoo)
We put it down and hit the town, we 'bout the money trips (woo)
Wait, the ice is rollin' 'cause we rollin', bitch (yah)
Flex, the dope is colder 'cause we polar, bitch (whip)

I answered her call and put her right beside me (skrrt)
Two, we 'bout that woop, like them brand new Spiders (skrrt)
Keep your mouth closed, boy, 'cause we aimin' fire (woah, woah)
I just might one-night her, show her love, and wife her (damn)

Ayy, I'm bangin' green like the lizard at GEICO (woo)
I pull up and wet ya and burn yo' top like Michael (woo)
I got bullets bigger than fingers in rifles (gah, gah)
It's big B's with a hunnid G's in each one of my pockets (blatt)

I'm gon' beat that pussy up just like a champion (woo)
I'm a beast inside these streets, like a barbarian (beast)
Told my baby, next February, we married (on Blood)
We laughin' at these pussy boys, they so hilarious (hah)

I might get him knocked off, pull some spaghetti strings
(They ain't gon' play with me, no, no, no)
I might get him knocked off for a double-sealed pint of lean (on Blood)
(They ain't gon' play with me, no, no, no)
I might get him knocked off while I pull a bank scheme
(They ain't gon' play with me, no, no, no)
I might get him knocked off for just tryna join the team, yeah (gah, gah, gah, gah)

I'm not gon' pass, I'ma smash her (smash)
She want that nut, so I blast her (ooh)
My Bentley grey, like a pastor (woop)
Whippin' that snow, no Alaska (woop)

Good head, she got her Master's (ayy)
Shawty a long way from dumb (dumb)
Yo' money flat, like a plasma (and what?)
Good kush, smoke is the bomb (woah)

I drink that Act' while you be drinkin' red (ooh)
I don't fall in love, I run over it instead (skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, babe, bobble that big ol' head (what?)
Ayy, I'm like, lil' baby, I don't know ya kids

Hey, I keep my pistol, I'll give you the lead
Hey, they 3-deep, I call 'em Ed, Edd, n Eddy (Ed, Edd, n Eddy)
Hey, baby, take a picture, that photo crisp (take a picture)
Hey, she make me lean back like a sofa bed

I'm gon' beat that pussy up just like a champion (woo)
I'm a beast inside these streets, like a barbarian (beast)
Told my baby, next February, we married (on Blood)
We laughin' at these pussy boys, they so hilarious (hah)

I might get him knocked off, pull some spaghetti strings
(They ain't gon' play with me, no, no, no)
I might get him knocked off for a double-sealed pint of lean (on Blood)
(They ain't gon' play with me, no, no, no)
I might get him knocked off while I pull a bank scheme
(They ain't gon' play with me, no, no, no)
I might get him knocked off for just tryna join the team, yeah (gah, gah, gah, gah)



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Wesley Tyler Glass, Ricky Harrell, Jeffery Lamar Williams
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