| Who made this shit?
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| TayTay made the beat
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| Ayy, fuck all you niggas, yeah
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| Yeah, free Choppa Boy (You know the don dada, yeah)
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| We step on anything, and still steppin', nigga (Look)
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| Went to the bank, I left with fifty in my pocket, nigga
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| Gang, I been tryna leave 'em blank, this on your noggin, nigga
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| I got juveniles who steppin', totin' on dirty pistols, yeah
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| All my niggas out here spinnin', tryna leave a nigga dead
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| Fuck nigga, what you said? |
| We puttin' you to sleep in your bed
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| On the bottom the nine, I just put a beam, everything be infrared
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| Talk like Top, get on these meds
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| Get out your top, we bust your head
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| Catch him bad, hop out and spray
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| Jump out and we slumped his ass
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| They can’t run, we on they ass
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| I’m like who want beef? |
| Just show me somethin'
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| I got killers on Front Street and we ain’t runnin'
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| How I come through, shawty, she don’t want no other
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| Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters
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| He say he want smoke with me
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| We gon' get him knocked off
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| These bitch niggas don’t wan' rock with me
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| My brothers blow your block down
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| Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
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| I don’t want you, I got cake now
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| You wasn’t loyal, you can’t stay down
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| I don’t want you in my way now
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| Can’t help you see I’m rich, yeah
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| Say the wrong thing and you bent
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| We got FNs and Glock 10s, ten millimeter
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| YoungBoy hot and I done broke the meter
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| All this money got me blind, I don’t know these people, yeah
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| She wan' be with me, I just won’t date her, won’t date her, go
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| She wan' talk, girl, I don’t have no data, no data, no
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| I stay with that sword just like Darth Vader, Darth Vader, woah
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| Bitch, I keep that stick, but don’t play pole, I let it blow
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| I just tried to kill another nigga the other day
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| I just got another half a million up in my bank
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| Pussy nigga, we ain’t never slippin', bitch, what you think?
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| I got rifles, Dracos, and pistols, blow up a tank
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| On my lil' boy, nigga
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| I’m like who want beef? |
| Just show me somethin'
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| I got killers on Front Street and we ain’t runnin'
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| How I come through, shawty, she don’t want no other
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| Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters
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| He say he want smoke with me
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| We gon' get him knocked off
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| These bitch niggas don’t wan' rock with me
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| My brothers blow your block down
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| Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
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| I don’t want you, I got cake now
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| You wasn’t loyal, you can’t stay down
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| I don’t want you in my way now
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| Who made this shit?
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| TayTay made the beat |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Knocked Off , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album Still Flexin, Still Steppin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп