Pulp Fiction

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KNOKT

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Yuh, aye, okay
40 my hip and I pump it
All my bullets leave him gushing
Smashing the pussy that bitch got me bussin'
When he talkin', I know he be bluffin'
Aye, I'ma turn all of my rags into riches
So I can keep steady on fuckin' these bitches
Water on my wrist like I swim with the fishes
I pack up a wood, I can't f*ck with them swishers
Aye, aye, bitch I'm fly like a fuckin' bat
Whole lotta ass, baby throw it back
Smokin' on dead opps in the pack
Aim with a red dot on the strap
I hop in the Bentley, then hop in the ghost
Stuff you in your dome if you f*ck with my folks
You always be cappin' and doin' the most
Aye, yuh, where he go
Watch his whole body drop in the floor
I was serving them bricks on the low
Add it up like I'm running the score
Hold up, what's next
Fa-fa, shot him right in the chest
When I'm with her, my dick in her breast
Take shots at your crew, better put on that vest
Yuh, we do not f*ck with the po-po
I keep the beam in my hand, Han Solo
Swear that my brother will shoot if I say so
Feel like El Chapo, how I'm movin' pesos
I be high as the roof
Talk to me crazy, I'll knock out your tooth
I swear that she love me, she wet like some soup
After I f*ck, I'ma give her the boot, aye
Like three or four hoes throwing pussy on the Snapchat
Make it clap back when I tap that
Aye, I was slinging dope out my backpack
Stackin' money up, then I flip, no flapjack
Aye, break a bitch back like a Kit-Kat
If I said it, just know that I meant that
38 at your head, better get back
Where the f*ck is your set at
So I said, f*ck that, finna bust back at your bitch
I don't trust all of that fake shit you be with
Got a Mac-10 that will rip you into bits
Bitch, I be drippin' Versace
I been the shit ever since kamikaze
Now I got all these girls on my body
Neck is on flood, need a boat like I'm Yachty
They say my eyes as red as a demon
45K, I'ma spend in one weekend
Get the f*ck outta my face, boy you tweakin'
Yuh, aye
Told her get low
Bounce that ass, baby, right to the floor
They know I'm the man when I walk through the door
Give me the ounce, ima smoke it fasho
Shorty got cherry flavored lip gloss
Baguettes in my neck, I drip Voss
If you not makin' paper, then get lost
Pockets so fat, had to call em' Rick Ross
Aye, man, f*ck anyone who don't like me
They always gon' envy and spite me
Better bring your whole crew if you fight me
Blood splattered all over my white tee
Wait, let me switch the flow
They say Knokt, man, you finna blow
Opps gon' flock when they see my pole
He got shot, had to take his soul
Yuh, aye, 40 my hip and I pump it
All my bullets leave him gushing
Smashing the pussy that bitch got me bussin'
When he talkin', I know he be bluffin'
Aye, I'ma turn all of my rags into riches
So I can keep steady on fuckin' these bitches
Water on my wrist like I swim with the fishes
I pack up a wood, I can't f*ck with them swishers
Aye, aye, bitch I'm fly like a fuckin' bat
Whole lotta ass, baby throw it back
Smokin' on dead opps in the pack
Aim with a red dot on the strap
I hop in the Bentley, then hop in the ghost
Stuff you in your dome if you f*ck with my folks
You always be cappin' and doin' the most

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