Knock It Off - Chief Keef

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

Don’t approch me if it ain’t bout money

Boy you know how I’m coming

No I can not pull up

She say I’m acting funny

Hop out get bags of money

Rock out like led zep-pelin

Thot like, «what? you won’t do nothin'»

She let me fuck this morning

Went an picked up a bag

These niggas is stealin' swag

I can not fuck with you

If you don’t fuck with gang

Roll up and blow ya brain

Roll up its to the brain

Your life spent on my chain

She unbutton these balmains

Its 30 them guys with me

We bout it no master P

Smoking this celery

Counting a salary

You did not ride with me

Cause you were doubting me

You could have had your name on a big falcon tee

I’m swervin, I’m not suburban

We ain’t worried, yeah we searchin

Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit

We at it early, mac burning

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

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 feeling lousy

You like to copy

I have the hobbies

Don’t make me sign turbo

On your autopsy

You’re with your posse

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 something

Am I slurrin'?

Am I slurrin'?

Bitches say I look better in person

I’m swervin, I’m not suburban

We ain’t worried, yeah we searchin

Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit

We at it early, mac burning

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

I’m riding 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

I’m swervin, I’m not suburban

We ain’t worried, yeah we searchin

Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit

We at it early, mac burning

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