T-Money - Knock off they head (feat. M.D.B) Lyrics

Yeah, let me talk to em, nigga
T-MoneyMann, I'ma give it to him, let's go
They keep testing this shit, they ain't stopping shit
You can be what you want, you ain't bulletproof
And my bitch like to drink, so I'm drinking too
When she pour her a shot, I'ma pour up too I like getting high, rolling a bamboo
Shit, we ride with them K's, we a clan too
Why you pop out with her, she ain't nothing new
Why you ain't never step, you had the chance to

M, I'm pulling these f*ck niggas cards and I'm tapping his chin
If this nigga act hard
Doing backflips and shit, we was in Grandma yard
M, he talk like a bitch, gangsta shit, he ain't on

Where you going when them shots get to rolling
It's chasing you down till your bitch ass gon' fall on the floor
When I tell you this gangsta shit real, and my gun in your grill
I'ma send your bitch ass to the lord
Why they watching so much what I do
Cause I live what I rap and I'm speaking the truth

Why they put my ass back in the booth
Cause I live what I rap and I'm speaking the truth
Why I make my bitch ride in the coupe
Why I make my bitch do what I want her to do
Why they tell me I'm sick, I'm the shit, got the flu
They ain't tell him that bullets will hit his ass (Phew)

They ain't tell him that Harley would nuke his ass
So we talk about the elephant in the room
He claiming that he's sending shots, I send em too
I need to hop up on ah yacht, ocean view
Them niggas know I got the sauce and the juice
I love it when she eat the dick it make her puke
I love it when my weed sticky, and it booth
I love to smoke like a chimney, f*ck a roof

Them bitches know I been a dog, I do it rough
I treat the mic like the exhaust, it's burning up
I'm feeling like I'm the exhaust, I'm burning up
I'm counting up all of this money, no paper cuts

I'm in the gym, I be with Harley, she pull me up
I told them hoes you drinking Casa, so pour me up
I told them hoes I'm handy-mandy, my toolie tuck
I told his ass stop acting savage, for Harley bust

I told his ass she hitting harder than uppercuts
I told his ass that she don't know where her father was
I don't care who you with, I'ma hit you and you
Where that chopper at M man dat bitch go Cadouche

I'm the hardest young nigga, I'm speaking the truth
We banana our clips, we belong in the zoo
M I'm back in the stu and I get high as wiz
And I'm touching the roof, you don't gotta ride with me Just say who to shoot

Got a chopper riding with me
Bitch, I'm looking for your crew, said you gon' die for me
Gotta show me some proof
Ma I'm lunching and shit
I be high as a bitch for a nigga, take me

I'ma empty my clip, know I'm standing on business
You know what it is, think you tough
Till them bullets come eat up your ribs
Think you tough till them gunnas outside of your crib

Have you hit up cause some shit that your brova did
M I'm standing on law, I don't talk to the pig
I be tripping and shit, thinking bout how to knock off they head
They keep testing this shit, they ain't stopping shit

You can be what you want, you ain't bulletproof
And my bitch like to drink, so I'm drinking too
When she pour her a shot, I'ma pour up too
I like getting high, rolling a bamboo

Shit, we ride with them K's, we a clan too
Why you pop out with her, she ain't nothing new
Why you ain't never step, you had the chance to
M I'm pulling these f*ck niggas cards

And I'm tapping his chin, if this nigga act hard
Doing backflips and shit, we was in grandma yard
M he talk like a bitch, gangsta shit, he ain't on
Where you going when them shots get to rolling

It's chasing you down till your bitch ass gon' fall on the floor
When I tell you this gangsta shit real and
My gun in your grill, I'ma send your bitch ass to the lord
Why they watching so much what I do
Cause I live what rap and I'm speaking the truth