Knock It Off Lyrics - 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 

Dont approch me if it ain't bout money 

Boy you know how I'm coming 

No I can not pull up 

She say im 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 dont 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've had your name on a big falcon tee 

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Im swervin, I'm not suburban 

We ain't worried, yeah we searchin 

Dont 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 

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Im swervin, I'm not suburban 

We ain't worried, yeah we searchin 

Dont 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 

Im swervin, I'm not suburban 

We ain't worried, yeah we searchin 

Dont 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