Chief Keef - Knock It Off lyrics

[Hook] 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 [Verse 1] Dont approch me if it ain't 'bout money Boy you know how I'm comin' No. I cannot pull up She say I'm actin' funny Hop out, get bags of money Rock out like Led Zep-pelin Thot like, "What? You won't do nothin'" She let me f** this mornin' Went and picked up a bag These n***as is stealin' swag I cannot f** with you If you don't f** with gang Roll up and blow your brain Roll up, it's to the brain Your life spent on my chain She unbu*ton these Balmains It's 30 [?], them guys with me We 'bout it, no Master P Smokin' this celery Countin' a salary You did not ride with me 'Cause you were doubtin' me You could've had your name on a Big Falcon tee [Pre-Hook] I'm swervin', I'm not suburban We ain't worried, yeah, we searchin' Don't get nervous, eat this bird sh** We at it early, mac burnin' [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 feelin' lousy You like to copy

I have the hobbies Don't make me sign Turbo On your autopsy You're with your possé 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 somethin' Am I slurrin'? Am I slurrin'? b**hes say I look better in person [Pre-Hook] I'm swervin', I'm not suburban We ain't worried, yeah, we searchin' Don't get nervous, eat this bird sh** We at it early, mac burnin' [Hook] 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 [Verse 3] I'm ridin' 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 [Pre-Hook] I'm swervin', I'm not suburban We ain't worried, yeah, we searchin' Don't get nervous, eat this bird sh** We at it early, mac burnin' [Hook] 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