Knock Out


featuring Juvenile, Turk

Verse One: Turk

In the Lex we gettin blunted

Fuckin hoes and countin money

Niggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin

Niggas that seventeen playin wit cake nigga

Nigga disrespcetin mine look we pullin triggas

Leavin em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin

Nigga ya lights out we aint bout no playin and laughin

Whoever try ta stop us from shinnin

Four karat choppers out the window start to firing

Tag-teamin is a must for me and my rounds

I catch one he catch one thats how its goin down

Fuckin right we do it once play them hoes like that

While I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back

We spend cash with each other

Toss ass with each other

And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other

Fuckin right

We click tight

Nothin come in between

Tommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green

Chorus: Juvenile

There once was a nigga and his name was Turk

He always shot balled and he put in his work

Until one dy he was bustin' with a dude

Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes

Verse Two: B.G.

B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s

In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds

Its a must we stay vest up cuz we worth a lot of chesse

Told them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe

Ca$h Money worth figuers and it aint no joke

We aint never been no hoe

So run up in ya smoke

I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat

Tuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweep

On Sunday I'm out shinnin'

On the lake on crome straight blindin'

Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'