Knockdown lyrics

[Intro]
(Antbeatz)

[Verse 1: KiingRod]
Broke as I was, now I walk with a bankroll
Stackin' my chips, never worried 'bout a dumb hoe
13 in my pants, f*ck around and hit the tango
Got it on my own, I ain't never beg for sh*t
I don't got no attention for a broke ass b*tch
All this goddamn designer got me feelin' like I'm rich
Now I hop out the foreign with a bag on my wrist
If you ain't payin' you delayin', get the f*ck out my whip
Ten bands out the b*tch, VVS on my wrist
Red bottoms on your b*tch while she taking all these trips
Still the same young n*gga that's just tryna get rich
And I'm talking cash sh*t, come f*ck with the bust down
Better catch up, lil n*gga, 'cause I'm up now
Plottin' on a wraith, can't wait 'til it touch down
My first hundred K goin' straight to my mama now
It's strictly only brothers, if you not you'll get knocked down, n*gga

[Chorus: Benny]
You know how I do it
I spray thirty 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 knock down anybody thinkin' they on top now
You gettin' knocked down
If you ain't gang, you'll get knocked down
[Verse 2: Mike Sherm]
That hating sh*t 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
b*tch n*ggas hatin' 'cause they see that it's my time comin'
Hit the show with shooters, just wish a n*gga'd try something
Money in my circle, b*tch, we strictly 'bout the bankroll
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
Yeah, your b*tch call me daddy when her ass gettin' spanked on
Benjis, don't ever give her sh*t 'cause I'm stingy
Ain't trippin' off a b*tch, I got plenty
I f*ck her off my name, you can't even f*ck her off the Henny
I been touched ten and I just turned 20
f*ck a b*tch, I really love money
A pretty broke b*tch hella ugly
I can't love a b*tch, they only want a n*gga 'cause I'm buzzin'
I only f*ck with her when I'm f*cking, b*tch

[Chorus: Benny]
You know how I do it
I spray thirty 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 knock down anybody thinkin' they on top now
You gettin' knocked down
If you ain't gang, you'll get knocked down
[Verse 3: Benny]
Get the knockdown
When it comes to the guns we got many like Pacquiao
40 with a stock, got the box, gotta cut now
You hangin' out the window while I'm ridin' with the top down
Been thugging, respect how I live
Chop got kick, you were something like a square
Now you rock with a clique, full of snakes, full of squids
Get spanked with a SIG, big tank for your crib, oh
10-4, hit the lil bro then the big hoes
Foreign case, loose waist, iced neck, wrist froze
One lil b*tch gone, cell text, switch phones
f*ck a n*gga diss song, whips gettin' bipped on
I'm that n*gga in the streets like a speed bump
Had to hit the weight room, had to beast up
Now we eating big plates, brodie, feast up
Couple ninas, couple n*ggas throwin' C's up

[Chorus: Benny]
You know how I do it
I spray thirty 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 knock down anybody thinkin' they on top now
You gettin' knocked down
If you ain't gang, you'll get knocked down