Knuckle Up (Matt U Remix)

We slang kilos, eighths to them shorties, bring G loads
Of paper to the hood, we got you, cop three of those
And get your hustle right (yeah), whether you a trapper
Or a gun clapper, make sure your weapon is hype
We got all kinds of shooters, sprayers, bitches
Niggas who hit playa, catch you in ya gators
Haters that love rockin' niggas for bread, lead fly
Hit in you back of your head, he gettin' dough, all that's dead now, yo
No more hallucinatin', we just used to hatin'
Go 'head and violate, we murder clicks, who you takin'?
Not none of us, you know my gun'll bust
And every town state, niggas pull they guns for us
And peel somethin' up and kill somethin' up
We "Go Hard" like Tennessee boys, hit 'em up
We get it every day and it's like a matinee and
We on the block hard, Allah said, "Rae, you made it"

It's Donnie, I get lots of bread, though as far as that block
I got it locked like a Rasta's dreads
And I will infra-beam dot ya head
Put a couple of shots inside your top, tryna stop my spread
Fuck cops, I just watch for feds
'Cause I know they be hatin' on how I'm cakin'
Want me boxed or dead
I move with birds by the flock instead
D.c., I keep whoopin', keep cookin', 'til the pots is red
Keep pushin', I don't stop at reds, fuck a red light
It's red light specials when I pop that lead
I can even make a boxer beg, catch ya pops in bed
Pop his legs while you watch him beg
The name's Donnie, I was mobster bred
So you know I'm a don, plus I was born with that shotta's edge
I keep that chopper filled with copperheads
I bust a couple of shots, it'll leave a couple coppers dead
And you can run a couple blocks ahead, and won't get away

Real niggas don't brag a lot 
We put that work in and smash the block
You got a problem then the Maga pop
We could knuckle up or we could spark it out
You little bitch made niggas better walk it out
Most of these rappers only acting tough
These niggas ass or what
Fuck a round of applause but we could clap it up
Or we could knuckle up or we could spark it out
You little bitch made niggas better walk it out
Essence of murder lingers, shots off the roof hit 'em
It's like a video shoot, somebody bring the rhythm
Don't nobody miss him, don't go against the system
Levitation, shots penetrate and lift him
Watch how you talk to killers, words produce war
Niggas is loose like bogey's from the corner store
A weed connoisseur, indeed, an extreme thinker
Precise move makers, wrong move, dead nigga
Black suits and coffins, robes and Bible scriptures
Paint red pictures our brushes got air triggers
Picasso price his head
I got some killers that'll love to take his life for bread
Get on 'em, we want him dead (uh)

Step up yo' game (game), you off the square (square)
You can't be a pimp just 'cause you got long hair (hair)
'Lacs don't make macks, AK's don't make killas
Scary niggas shoot first, if you a G, it's a curse (curse)
Last of a dying breed like Brad Jordan
Pimp C, bitch, words nuts and my foreign
If I say it in the streets, I'll say it to ya face (face)
Knock ya whole muthafucka off, take my case (case)
Never give up my connects, never hit P.C. (C.)
I'm a young fuckin' hog, bitch, the game belong to me
Dick ain't free, fuck a promo show
You ain't got fifty thousand cash, bitch, fuck the radio

Real niggas don't brag a lot 
We put that work in and smash the block
You got a problem then the Maga pop

We could knuckle up or we could spark it out
And only bitch made niggas wanna talk it out
Most of these rappers only acting tough
These niggas ass or what
Fuck a round of applause but we could clap it up
Or we could knuckle up or we could spark it out
You little bitch made niggas better walk it out