Lyrics Quin NFN – KnockOut

CFN58Baby T:
Snake on my collar but never my circle
Break down a wood and I stuff it with purple
All of these drugs got me slow like a turtle

Ride with some killas my niggas got cases
Rollin Backwoods on some straight to the face shit
Choppa got ammo, shoot like I’m Rambo
Go hit a lick then it’s back to the basics

Really got packs, who the fuck is yo plug?
Ran up a check then got right with the plug
Flippin some shit I turn into the plug
Came straight from nothin, this shit out the mud

Need you a feature? I need me a bag
Choppa wet shit up, extended the mag
Go hit the store and I’m poppin some tags
Go dumb with the gang got my foot on the gas

Bitch Im out the gutta with robbers and felons
No questions, no bitch niggas off in my section
I stay with the strap just for extra protection
A nigga run up bet he gon’ learn his lesson

Niggas be hatin but don’t want no pressure
Take off on a nigga don’t know where I left em
Throw racks in the air I start changin’ the weather
I ball with my niggas we on different levels

Quin NFN:
Bitch I’m really comin straight out that 4, niggas say they want smoke, nigga know that I’m wit it
How you wanna do a song wit a nigga but act like a hoe when I give you the ticket?
That’s whats wrong wit you niggas, you gotta stay down with this shit til you get to the finish
Bitch I ball like a pivot, T-Bone ain’t disabled but they know the young nigga crippin

All the opps really pussy, don’t drop no location, so we gotta find where they be
And I just bought a 9 with a beam but this bitch for defense so its not what it seems
And I brought ya lil thot to the spot slide the dick in that hoe with a Glock in my jeans
Give a fuck who want static ’cause we let em have it I promise I slide for the team

Niggas rookies, lil bitch I’m a Veteran
You can try jackin, get popped like some medicine
I got the 4 on my back like a Letterman
See through these niggas like muhfuckin Gelatin

I’m tryna bone this lil bitch like a skeleton
VVS diamonds like fuck all the weathermen
Break down a P wit my muhfuckin Mexican
Blessin yo bitch in the spot like a Reverand

DJ:
I be goin so stupid I’m losin my brain nigga, but I’m stayin maintained nigga
Pussy niggas get mad at the shit that I gained nigga, I’m remaining the same nigga
Bet she’ll fuck wit my brotha she look at my chain nigga, see the watches and rings nigga
I get high like some planes nigga, he get hit in his top ’cause my niggas insane nigga

Face a ‘Wood then I pass out, put the scope in his mouth knock his breath and then lash out
Cop a ‘4 and I dash out, lil bitch this ain’t no Oppo, I’m bringin the Macs out
Bet she know what this bag ’bout, I do not give a fuck I will run in yo dad house
You walk in you like «Dad how?» — send 2 shots to his top you can call me yo dad now

I be chasin this bad bitch, hit her once and I dip now I got me a mad bitch
I stay poppin these tags bitch, bet that bitch nigga freeze when he look at this ‘Mag bitch
Hit the strip on some drag shit, yeah you tryna be flashy I want me some fast shit
I pull up on some cash shit, you pull up tryna get you a Snap with a bad bitch