Lyrics Knock It Off - Chief Keef

Turbo
You turn up the music for me Kray?
Turbo on the track

I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you're not involved (skrr)
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang-bang

Don't approch me if it ain't 'bout money, boy you know how I'm comin'
No, I cannot pull up, she say I'm actin' funny
I hop out, get bags of money, rock out like Led Zep-pelin
Thot like, "What you up to?" Nothin', she let me fuck this mornin'

Went and picked up a bag, these niggas is stealin' swag
I cannot fuck with you, if you don't fuck with gang
Roll up and blow your brain, roll up, it's to the brain
Your life spent on my chain, she unbutton these Balmains

It's 300, them guys with me, we 'bout it, no Master P
Smokin' this celery, countin' a salary
You did not ride with me 'cause you were doubtin' me
You could've had your name on a Big Falcon tee

I'm swervin', I'm not suburban
We ain't worried, yeah, we searchin'
Don't get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin'

I had a .30 in my Hollister (yeah)
Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all (Gucci, Gucci)
Get out the way if you're not involved (yeah, yeah)
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 feelin' lousy

You like to copy, I have the hobbies
Don't make me sign Turbo on your autopsy
You're with your possé, we got a shawty
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 somethin'?
Am I slurrin'? Am I slurrin'? Ay
Bitches say I look better in person

I'm swervin', I'm not suburban (nah)
We ain't worried, yeah, we searchin'
Don't get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin'

I had a .30 in my Hollister (yeah)
Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all (Gucci, Gucci)
Get out the way if you're not involved (yeah, yeah)
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang-bang

I'm ridin' 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

I'm swervin', I'm not suburban (nah)
We ain't worried, yeah, we searchin'
Don't get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin'

I had a .30 in my Hollister (yeah)
Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all (Gucci, Gucci)
Get out the way if you're not involved (yeah, yeah)
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang-bang

Can you turn the music up for me, Kray?
Turbo