Knock Out (feat. Turk & Juvenile)

In the Lex we gettin' blunted, fuckin' hos and countin' money

**** 'bout anythin', head bustin' and rap hustlin'

**** that 17 playin' with cake ****

**** disrespcetin' mine look, we pullin' triggas

Leavin' 'em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin'

**** ya lights out we ain't bout no playin' and laughin'

Whoever try to stop us from shinnin'

Four karat choppers out the window start to firin'

Tag-teamin' is a must for me and my rounds

I catch one, he catch one, that's how it's goin' down

Fuckin' right we do it once, play them hos like that

While I get my dick sucked, he hit the bitch from the back

We spend cash with each other, toss ass with each other

And if a **** play with us, spin a bin with each other

Fuckin' right we click tight, nothin' come in between

Tommy chopper can fall, paper chasin' that green

There once was a **** and his name was Turk

He always shot balled and he put in his work

Until one day he was bustin' with a dude

So he hit 'em with the K, knocked 'em ouuta his shoes

B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s

In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds

It's a must we stay vest up 'cause we worth a lot of chesse

Told them haters we was goin' nation, they didn't believe

Ca$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke

We ain't never been no hos, so run up in ya smoke

I tote a chopper in the trunk, 9 and Mac on the seat

Tuesday and Thursday, I lay low, task force on they sweep

On Sunday I'm out shinnin', on the lake on crome straight blindin'

Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'

Ask them hos where the bar, ya thank I'm lyin'

At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'

Ain't no secret **** hatin' **** dyin', dyin'

There once was a **** name Baby G

He drove around town with a .223

Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude

So he hit 'em with the K and knocked 'em outta his shoes

Playin' with us **** off top we'll hurt cha

Me and the Lil' Turksta down to fuckin' twerk ya

They got a lot of **** hatin' on me and the B.G.

Get in our way we'll smoke ya, leave ya wet in the street

AKs and SK rifles, I tote them

Playa hata and balla blocka, I smoke them

Now when we ride, we ride, fly stunt like a Ac

We love to shine, get down and dirty in black

I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi

Ya need years to prepare to fade me, ya ain't ready

We'll leave ya block shook, fuck ya ho and get a hook

**** who try sizin' up get they life took

I don't play dawg, I got a resume to prove it

Rub me the wrong way, I'ma draw down and start shootin'

For my ****, I'll blast, be the first to hit the set

Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject

There once was some **** out the CMB

Some out the mario, some out that wild T.C

Until one day they was bustin' with some dudes

So they hit 'em with the K, knocked 'em outta they shoes

Uh, knocked 'em outta they shoes

T.C. **** knocked 'em outta they shoes

V.L. **** knocked 'em outta they shoes

They knocked 'em outta they shoes

Hot Boy$ knocked 'em outta they shoes

B.G. knocked 'em outta they shoes

**** Turk knocked 'em outta they shoes

The H.B.s knocked 'em outta they shoes

My ****, Baby, knocked 'em outta they shoes

My ****, Manny, knocked 'em outta they shoes

Knocked 'em outta they shoes

Knocked 'em outta they shoes