Lyrics SOB x RBE – Knockdown

Kiing Rod:
Broke as I was
Now I walk with a bank roll
Stackin’ my chips

Benny:
You know how I do it
I spray 30 rounds

Mike Sherm:
That hating shit like Cancer
You don’t cure it, you gon’ die from it
I don’t look for funk
But you ain’t finna see me hide from it
Bitch niggas hatin’ cause they say that it’s my time comin’
Hit the show with shooters
Just wish a nigga would try something
Money in my circle
Bitch we strictly ’bout the bank roll
G-Bo that’s my cousin
But we something like the bang bros
We the ones extorting we don’t really like to save hoes
Yo bitch call me daddy, when her ass gettin’ spanked on
Benji’s, don’t ever give her shit, cause I’m stingy
Ain’t trippin’ off a bitch I got plenty
I fuck her off my name
You can’t even fuck her off the Henny
I been touched 10 and I just turned 20
Fuck a bitch
I really love money
A pretty broke bitch hella ugly
I can’t love a bitch
They only want a nigga cause I’m buzzin’
I only fuck wit’ her when I’m fucking, bitch

Benny:
You know how I do it
I spray 30 rounds
Ain’t no name on these bullets
You see lately I been goin’ through it
I’m chasing this paper, riding ’round in the scraper
Ready to knockdown
Anybody thinkin’ they on top now
You gettin’ knocked down
If you ain’t gang, you get knocked down

Knock down
When it comes to the guns we got Manni like Pacquiao
40′ with the stock couple bodies gettin’ caught now
You hangin’ out the window
While I’m ridin’ with the top down
Been thuggin respect how I live
Chop got kick you were something like a square
Now you rock wit’ a clique
Full of snakes, full of squids
Get spanked wit’ a six
Big tank for ya crib, ooh
10-4 hit the Lil bro then the big hoes
Foreign case, loose waist, iced neck, wrist froze
One lil bitch gone
Cell, text switch phones
Fuck a nigga diss song
Whips gettin’ bipped on
I’m that nigga in the streets like a speed bump
Had to hit the weight room
Had to beast up
Now we in big place, where they feast up
Couple ninas
Couple niggas throwin’ C’s up

You know how I do it
I spray 30 rounds
Ain’t no name on these bullets
You see lately I been goin’ through it
I’m chasing this paper, ridin’ round in that scraper
Ready to knockdown
Anybody thinkin’ they on top now
You gettin’ knocked down
If you ain’t got it, you get knocked down