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Lud Foe "Knock It Off" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lud Foe
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Anthony Vardell Beecham
Songwriter:in
Willie James Akins Jr.
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kid Wonder
Produzent:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ay, gang, gang
Ay, ay
[Verse 2]
T-t-tell me how you want it ****, hard or soft?
My door's up and you know my roof is off
Thick bitch with me and you know her top is off
I aim, aim at your top then I knock it off
And if you holdin', ****, I'ma snatch your pockets off
You ain't gon' let me fuck, bitch?
Knock it off
You better use your head fo' I knock it off
[Verse 3]
S-s-s-sellin' dope, bitch, I'm in the trap
Gettin' this profit off
M-m-my prices real low 'cause I knocked it off
Choppa hit that ****, he get found with his socks off
I'm, I'm a cool **** but I'm hotter than some hot sauce
Pull up on the opps block, then we let Glocks off
I'm back in the trap house, I gotta get my rocks off
This **** so bozo they keep poppin' rocks off
L-let a **** try some fuck shit
And I'ma show him that I ain't the one to fuck with
We don't like them ****, always on some tough shit
We invite bitches in mansions to suck dick
Seventeen shots in this Glock, I don't need no stick
'Cause it's about two-hunned shots in this one whip
Ay, f-f-fuck, **** what's the hold up?
These big bank rolls don't fold up
I punch a **** in his eye till it close up
Hunnid shots in the kel tec and it fold up
If he don't pay on that pay day, I'ma go nuts
We all in your fuckin' gang way with them Cobras
I was in the cell, broke as hell, eatin' cold cuts
Rollin' hard off the ecstasy and I couldn't nut
We take yo' life, choppa with the knife, we be cuttin' up
Playin' cards, I need one mic, you would think I'm Nas
Free all my ****, gotta live life behind bars
I grew up around killers shootin' **** off handle bars
Ay, all my **** on some gang shit
So, you better watch who the fuck you hang with
Red paint 'cause my **** love to paint shit
No face or no case, I can't say shit
[Verse 4]
I hit the bank and I count figures
Gotta watch for these opp ****
'Cause **** out to get me
So, I got this Nina Ross with me
You pillow talk the hoes, it don't fit me
You don't really love me, bitch, you can't trick me
When we catch a homicide, you hear sirens
'Cause all my **** wildin', they violent
[Verse 5]
We just snuck all our poles in the club
And if a **** mug then you know it go up
I'm a rockstar ****
And we do high speeds on cop cars, ****
[Verse 6]
Gang, fuck ****, what's the hold up?
You say you wit' it, you gon' have to show us
Travel with unlimited Glocks on this tour bus
They all ears now, they used to ignore us
And you can't name a **** that's gon' extort us
Them hollow-tips hit yo' whip it's gon' blow up
I make a bitch suck my dick till she throw up
Choppa hit his ass, leave him like a white bitch wit' no butt
Tires born, I'm in a foreign doin' donuts
Bullets burn, boy you gon' learn if you try us
A big worm, fuck up a perm, I give no fucks
I confirm, bitch I'm the plug, I need intern
Ridin' with this mac on me, it's a fifty shot
Hit the block, whack a opp, even though the cops hot
I done made a whole lotta money out this crock pot
I pulled up on him with my juvy out
Now is block hot, block hot
Written by: Willie James Akins Jr.
