Can’t Be Knocked Off lyrics

Damn, Damn, Damn
Fortyyy

[Hook:]
Can’t be knocked off
n*gga I’m the Top Dawg
b*tch, I’m the big boss
Pockets on Rick Ross
b*tch, got my di*k, in her mouth, like she floss teeth
I don’t give a f*ck, you’re a day, n*gga too weak (week)
I don’t gotta speak, n*ggas trynna get my technique
b*tches call me chance, when they be looking at my photo
Switch it up, they got him on the rhythm and the flow show
Put him on a tee, we turn a opp into a logo

[Verse 1:]
f*ck her in the backseat, n*gga I’m the black sheep
This right here
Is some sh*t that you can’t keep
Why tote guns?
When the gang roll six deep
Problem with a n*gga?
Make a n*gga go six feet
I need love, feel like L-L Cool J
Talk, to her nice
Just to get into thе Coochie
Set it off, in this b*tch, like my namе Boosie
Left foot slide, make him dance like Toosie
Right foot creep, now I’m feeling like Youngboy
I can take her heart, and I can play it like a Gameboy
(Hold on)
n*ggas wanna talk sh*t
Kids see ghosts
Guess a n*gga got a sixth sense
Kids see ghost
Guess I’m Billy and you Mandy
Savage ass n*gga, got me feeling like Randy
Damn, I just snapped
n*ggas just hating, when they say I can’t rap, hm
(Damn, Damn, yuh)

[Hook:]
Can’t be knocked off
n*gga I’m the Top Dawg
b*tch, I’m the big boss
Pockets on Rick Ross
b*tch, got my di*k, in her mouth, like she floss teeth
I don’t give a f*ck, you’re a day, n*gga too weak (week)
I don’t gotta speak, n*ggas trynna get my technique
b*tches call me chance, when they be looking at my photo
Switch it up, they got him on the rhythm and the flow show
Put him on a tee, we turn a opp into a logo

[Verse 2: Tropi Holic]
Talk to me, Ralph Lauren
I’m rocking Polo
Race tires, my foreign
Yeah bro they Toyo
She date a bum n*gga, she date a hobo
Bounce on my di*k like a muhf*ckin’ pogo
She don’t wanna tell him, so we keep it on the low low
b*tch i’m so famous she wan’ take some photos
Uh, Polaroid me in a lotus
I’m higher than Brad Pitt, I’m higher than Yoda
I’m mixing cough syrup with my favorite soda
I’m f*cking this pretty b*tch in her Toyota
She text me one day, told me she doing yoga
Wants me to pull up and f*ck her on the sofa
These n*ggas is snakes, know a couple of Cobras
Got so high now I think i’m in a coma
n*gga told me that he furious
I don’t care, I drive my car fast and furious
I cannot take you too serious
Ask anybody and they will all say i’m delirious
Can’t be knocked off, n*gga we the top dogs
Pull up with the choppa and that n*gga try to run off
Getting hella money, I don’t even have a f*cking job
f*ck that girl, break her heart, I can’t fall in love with broads
You must be crazy if you think i’m not a god
Just dropped an album think I deserve and applause
Ice on my chest, I don’t think it’ll ever thaw
Out ran a bunch of cops, cause n*gga f*ck the law
I gotta go to court cause I said, “f*ck the law”
Race me, I added some mods on my f*cking car
Phone blowing up, thirty missed calls
Whoops that’s yo b*tch?, I beat down her walls
(Damn, Damn, yuh)

[Hook:]
Can’t be knocked off
n*gga I’m the Top Dawg
b*tch, I’m the big boss
Pockets on Rick Ross
b*tch, got my di*k, in her mouth, like she floss teeth
I don’t give a f*ck, you’re a day, n*gga too weak (week)
I don’t gotta speak, n*ggas trynna get my technique
b*tches call me chance, when they be looking at my photo
Switch it up, they got him on the rhythm and the flow show
Put him on a tee, we turn a opp into a logo