Damn, Damn, Damn
Fortyyy

[Hook:]
Can’t be knocked off
N***a I’m the Top Dawg
Bitch, I’m the big boss
Pockets on Rick Ross
Bitch, got my dick, in her mouth, like she floss teeth
I don’t give a fuck, you’re a day, n***a too weak (week)
I don’t gotta speak, n***as trynna get my technique
Bitches 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:]
Fuck her in the backseat, n***a I’m the black sheep
This right here
Is some shit that you can’t keep
Why tote guns?
When the gang roll six deep
Problem with a n***a?
Make a n***a 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 bitch, 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***as wanna talk shit
Kids see ghosts
Guess a n***a got a sixth sense
Kids see ghost
Guess I’m Billy and you Mandy
Savage ass n***a, got me feeling like Randy
Damn, I just snapped
N***as just hating, when they say I can’t rap, hm
(Damn, Damn, yuh)

[Hook:]
Can’t be knocked off
N***a I’m the Top Dawg
Bitch, I’m the big boss
Pockets on Rick Ross
Bitch, got my dick, in her mouth, like she floss teeth
I don’t give a fuck, you’re a day, n***a too weak (week)
I don’t gotta speak, n***as trynna get my technique
Bitches 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***a, she date a hobo
Bounce on my dick like a muhfuckin’ pogo
She don’t wanna tell him, so we keep it on the low low
Bitch 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 fucking this pretty bitch in her Toyota
She text me one day, told me she doing yoga
Wants me to pull up and fuck her on the sofa
These n***as is snakes, know a couple of Cobras
Got so high now I think i’m in a coma
N***a 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***a we the top dogs
Pull up with the choppa and that n***a try to run off
Getting hella money, I don’t even have a fucking job
Fuck 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***a fuck the law
I gotta go to court cause I said, “fuck the law”
Race me, I added some mods on my fucking car
Phone blowing up, thirty missed calls
Whoops that’s yo bitch?, I beat down her walls
(Damn, Damn, yuh)

[Hook:]
Can’t be knocked off
N***a I’m the Top Dawg
Bitch, I’m the big boss
Pockets on Rick Ross
Bitch, got my dick, in her mouth, like she floss teeth
I don’t give a fuck, you’re a day, n***a too weak (week)
I don’t gotta speak, n***as trynna get my technique
Bitches 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