Knock 'em Down (feat. Haphazard & THEHOMEBOIII)

I got a Glock with a switch and a cane with a scope When I'm fuckin' this bitch, yeah, I'm grabbin' her throat Stripes he banana, she doin' the most I ain't ridin' away, bitch, I jumped off the boat Fuckin' this ho, put a lil' puss on the floor Made the lil' bitch touch her toes, yeah, I could float I done rapped on all these beats, lil' bitch, you know how it go Yeah, free my dawg, free him off the pen They done locked him down, hunnid rounds Send that bitch your way, I need to stop the clown Big bag, yeah, I'm jumpin' in, I done got the crown Talkin' bout he's tough, but when he put up, bitch, I dropped his hands Why this lil' man talkin' crazy? Nothin' could save him Lil' bitch, when you talkin' down I got a shooter and he from Chicago I make her look all to him, you outta town When I pull up in a scat pack or a Hellcat Let me flockin' around That's that, let me backtrack If I catch him, then we knockin' him down I be knockin' him down just like Chris Brown Yeah, bitches love you cause I be around It's like ten minutes later, she saw my account And she said, f*ck yeah, cause he saw my account I don't give a f*ck about that bitch Cause all she care about is just the cash So I went in the Benz and I fuckin' drove off Because she's just a bitch that doesn't wanna get paid So then I hit up her like, you know how I say You up, bitch, you said, f*ck yeah, now I'm tryna get laid And I pull up to the crib and I open the door And I see her friend there, now that's fuckin' gay So I go back to the car and I open the trunk And I pull out the gate and I go bang, bang Hop in the clutch, the front seat, four on the shelves We turnin' them bitches to slugs Go for the lint, they cash in my pocket They bitches think money, so go show me love My brothers keep shootin', they got the G codes They got the aim, but now we takin' the thugs Brothers got texts, I ain't talkin' computer Hold up my stick like I'm John, I'm a shooter Valves and spit off some steel, it's thin in the mag Look, bitch, I'm gon' need a roller Knock through the door like I crave me an R Look through the seam, now you're catchin' the flaw Cardi, Mardi, my arm, it's proper like lean B from the back, now I'm makin' her scream All of this dough got me saggin' my jeans F*ck on my ass, now you fuckin' with Rich She wanted a taste, but I gave her the piece Diamonds so cold, my nigga might freeze Switchin' the flow real quick Knockin' on down and we woundin' him up Sippin' on water, he was leanin' my cup Gave up his mouth, he had to hush up