Lyrics:
can't knock it
I must say that it has got to be concrete
'Cause this is concrete evidence that these are rhymes you cannot beat
I work it out, work it out
of blood, this won't hit
Got no hook, true or false, though you can't spit
Bitter face, Frida Kahlo the Costco remix, you're a case
All you got though free
pull my glock out
He say he want war, so we sendin' them shots out
Not the plug, you a high school dropout
The way I walk with, that stick
I'ma tip-toe
Seeking hardship harborage
But drops anchorage in carnage
You reap and sow
To stop the bleeding in your soul
Cultivating famine
To fill a god sized canyon
an honour, I'm a host of this show
If you want some nightmares, please let me know
I got connections with the devil, I can start a crew(damn)
Your lifeless
a comic
Lips part with bright words you would think I'm Wakandan
I keep it low-key like my brothers Asguardian
Travel at the speed of light cooling down by
Sequencing karma's
Everything's to give to ensure I'm keeping my promise
This very moment I'm Moses, the oceans keep
Being parted
You can (sniff) smell by
across
She hold what you praying for
Breaking thin ice you falling
When your sould is fading out
Remaining until your ending
No remorse when death appear
braids
These Crackers treat you like a slave put you in a room or put you in a cage
Now you got to show that you brave be humble you got it and knock out
By me and my motherfuckin big bro
[BG Knocc Out]
Now Gangsta Dresta can you come and wreck the set ?
[Dresta]
Yes!
[BG Knocc Out]
Now can you
Last Supper
I’m not to point out your speck
When my eyes cleaved by a tree
But you and your cousin have sex?
That’s low even for me
Stop pretending that
her
All the boys are fightin' for her
Knock at the door, they're ringin' the bell
Say, "Hello, my true love are you well?"
Out she comes white
rocks in flip flops
And I produced the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin
'em to pick a side
I bust shots, don't duck if it don't apply
Bae out in Paris, he told me to pick a ride
Sike, made you look, I still didn't pick
Push your shit back, you LeBron, motherfucker
Haha, let’s get on, motherfucker
Knocked ‘em out with one punch
That’s a shitty fight
Getting money,
the remix
Top of the world
Had to get my teeth fixed
Went ahead and bought my momma a crib
By the beach, now she sea sick
Ayyy
DM's from all types of broads
on you
And you aint got enough chip of what I'm sellin you (Ch-ching)
Now get up out them bandanas, try denim (Hm)
Cus if you keep ‘em on you gon die in
They think I'm possessed by demons
Outside the church, they would hand out leaflets (told me turn, ayy)
My step-ma was a bitch
She used to make me beg
the G5
Yee
Scam scam scam for the G5
Why you gon do me like that hoe
Why you gon do a young nigga like that hoe
23 Years I been trapping out the bando
23
bombs in the Bay
Nigga, you ain't safe, I (I) run with niggas like O-Dog
All we do is ball (ball), all we do is ball (ball), now I'm passed out
Lean in
It's The Fuccbois
We greedy as fuck
Bout to roll another one up
Knock you with the Glock
Wheels so high looks like
I'm driving a boulder not a rock
Lost
Yah
Whatever road you walk on in life, Make sure you walk on it right
I walk by faith, walk by faith
Not by sight, not by sight
Block what's wrong,
enslaved cause
I can't even fathom the thought of my neighbor
Askin' me for help, are you insane bra?
The blood, the murder, the carnage, we see it all
up some Olde E, but not a 40
Just a two-two of brew will do, so I can knock it out fast
To make the coldness last
And while you at man see
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