Knokk Outt

I'm tryna get in the crib Too gone off the pills, now I'm locked out Yes, I feel the perky in my rib I'm too gone off the shit, I might knock out Go in a Percocet coma I'm too high I can't see, got glaucoma Got that sprite, yeah, I'm sippin' that soda Bitch, Ima Doc but don't got a diploma Send me a drop, man, send that shit over I got a Glock on my hip, ima soldier Bitch, I been making money, even in corona I be sippin' that muddy Not sippin' corona I pour up that bloody inside Arizona Ima paint a lil bitch face, like she was Mona Smoking dope to the damn face Smell the aroma You's a mufuckin' disgrace Boy, you're a loner Your bitch got a big brain Choke on my boner You know I got big bank I don't need to do my homework Bitch ima get cranked Yeah, ima stoner My liver need a replace I need a donor Boy don't act like that's your place You're not the owner Upgraded my diamonds Yeah, they just got colder Started off a lil rock But I got me a boulder Didn't have me no money, but now I got older It was a mess, but I got it in order Can't have less than before, never shorter I remember I was saving quarters Yeah, myself is my only supporter Blowing bands like a fuckin' recorder Bought a pack Came from across the boarder Off the crack, I might have a disorder I've been having withdrawals, and it's torture Ooh Aah Ima get angry I don't mean orchard Bitch I'm not eating no hors d'oeuvres Bitch I'm not taking no orders Bitch ima just take this perky Then I turn into a snorer Ooh Aah I'm asleep Im so fuckin' knocked out I'm too fuckin' geeked, I can't find my keys Man, I'm locked out I'm tryna get in the crib Too gone off the pills, now I'm locked out Yes, I feel the perky in my rib I'm too gone off the shit, I might knock out Ima boss, so I don't gotta clock out Pull up to the block, put it on lock down We got the big guns, boy, put that Glock down We do not play 'round This is not playground We in the battlefield Ima get a takedown I got a drum on the gun, it holds eight rounds Fucked your slut, ass up, face down Where do you think you're going? You gon' get chased down Bodies dropping Lay down Ima chop it Breakdown Go in a Percocet coma I'm too high I can't see, got glaucoma Got that sprite, yeah, I'm sippin' that soda Bitch, Ima Doc but don't got a diploma Send me a drop, man, send that shit over I got a Glock on my hip, ima soldier Bitch, I been making money, even in corona I be sippin' that muddy Not sippin' corona I pour up that bloody inside an Arizona Ima paint a lil bitch face, like she was Mona Smoking dope to the damn face Smell the aroma You's a mufuckin' disgrace Boy, you're a loner What? Ooh Aah I'm asleep Im so fuckin' knocked out I'm too fuckin' geeked, I can't find my keys Man, I'm locked out I'm tryna get in the crib Too gone off the pills, now I'm locked out Yes, I feel the perky in my rib I'm too gone off the shit, I might knock out