Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Knock It Off, artist - Chief Keef. Date of issue: 12.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Knock It Off |
| I had a 30 in my hollister |
| Now I go with gucci and I cop it all |
| Get out the way if you’re not involved |
| Do me a favor knock it off |
| Bang. Bang bang |
| Don’t approch me if it ain’t bout money |
| Boy you know how I’m coming |
| No I can not pull up |
| She say I’m acting funny |
| Hop out get bags of money |
| Rock out like led zep-pelin |
| Thot like, «what? you won’t do nothin'» |
| She let me fuck this morning |
| Went an picked up a bag |
| These niggas is stealin' swag |
| I can not fuck with you |
| If you don’t fuck with gang |
| Roll up and blow ya brain |
| Roll up its to the brain |
| Your life spent on my chain |
| She unbutton these balmains |
| Its 30 them guys with me |
| We bout it no master P |
| Smoking this celery |
| Counting a salary |
| You did not ride with me |
| Cause you were doubting me |
| You could have had your name on a big falcon tee |
| I’m swervin, I’m not suburban |
| We ain’t worried, yeah we searchin |
| Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit |
| We at it early, mac burning |
| I had a 30 in my hollister |
| Now I go with gucci and I cop it all |
| Get out the way if you’re not involved |
| Do me a favor knock it off |
| Bang. Bang bang |
| You know I got them thousands |
| And they in my trousers |
| I’ll buy a bag of weed |
| With your allowance |
| Buy some kicks it’s gon round me |
| To the nearest thousands |
| Too much damn dino juice |
| I’m feeling lousy |
| You like to copy |
| I have the hobbies |
| Don’t make me sign turbo |
| On your autopsy |
| You’re with your posse |
| We got a shotty |
| I am with ISIS |
| You cannot stop me |
| With gang I blow dope with them |
| We be like on folks and them |
| Sippin all this lean baby |
| Can you tell me something |
| Am I slurrin'? |
| Am I slurrin'? |
| Bitches say I look better in person |
| I’m swervin, I’m not suburban |
| We ain’t worried, yeah we searchin |
| Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit |
| We at it early, mac burning |
| I had a 30 in my hollister |
| Now I go with gucci and I cop it all |
| Get out the way if you’re not involved |
| Do me a favor knock it off |
| Bang. Bang bang |
| I’m riding with my soldiers |
| Fast roller coaster |
| If you don’t understand me |
| Blah go the toaster |
| I’m hard on my motor |
| I am not a loafer |
| You don’t want no cancer |
| I keep the toaster |
| You know I got the piece |
| And a pound of weed |
| This weed ain’t got no seeds |
| Your bed ain’t got no freak |
| I just po’d up four threes |
| You’re runnin out of lean |
| I just wanna be on Forbes |
| I’m runnin out of dreams |
| I’m swervin, I’m not suburban |
| We ain’t worried, yeah we searchin |
| Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit |
| We at it early, mac burning |
| I had a 30 in my hollister |
| Now I go with gucci and I cop it all |
| Get out the way if you’re not involved |
| Do me a favor knock it off |
| Bang. Bang bang |