Junkies (feat. ChaseRhyme & Young G.p)

Who that knockin' at the
Who that, who that knockin' at the do'
Probably a couple, couple
Who that knockin' at the
Who that, who that knocking at the do'
Who that knockin' at the do'
Probably a couple junkies

They must be feinin' well I got that dope
I'm a hard time heathen I ain't got no hope
Sell my angels to my demons I ain't right no mo'
Got me jumpin' off the deep end I ain't got no float
I'm just, scoopin' cream like I'm servin' all these dope fiends
On my lean I got that crack that made Joe clean
Watch them lines, get to high might get a nose bleed
The way I ride makes niggas and hoes freeze
I'm on my OZ
Follow Dorothy
Yellow bricks across the road can feed a couple flunkies
I'll make a twister of my own ain't my cadence something
Put my cities on, Ok we're up to something
Stankin up anotha on with anotha blunt fire ass drums ok we got double trouble
Quiet, someone's knockin'

Probably a couple, couple
Who that knockin' at the
Who that, who that knockin' at the do'
Probably a couple, couple
Who that knockin' at the
Who that, who that knocking at the do'
Who that knockin' at the do'
Probably a couple junkies

Give me sixteen I'll flip it to a 32
On my codeine chop it DJ Skrew
This aint trappin' but I'm rappin' like I'm servin' you
All the junkies askin' for that crack, Imma serve 'em too
I got clientele my bars get em high as hell
Everything I sell keeps em coming to the wishing well
Well, I guess I gotta give 'em hell
Well, they'll never see me sign a deal
RIP to PimpC, what up BunB
On my UGK the game good to me
On my Rakim, I need my Eric B.
I tried to tell these niggas I'm a microphone fiend
The way I rhyme so mean
They all know I'm dope, who else as high as me
They coming back for more all I see is green
Now who that at the do'

Probably a couple, couple
Who that knockin' at the
Who that, who that knockin' at the do'
Probably a couple, couple
Who that knockin' at the
Who that, who that knocking at the do'
Who that knockin' at the do'
Probably a couple junkies

Knock knock knock knock who there
Ya neighborhood nigga with the dabs on deck, that's the honey in the pot like pooh bear
I'm in the cut, blunt got the runts
Riik in the trap like nigga what you do there
He told me he be flipping like an acrobat, and he got the loud pack
This gone be the soundtrack
Only for them niggas smokin backwoods back to back
I be on my shit, what you want
Half a zip, candy flip, couple tabs for the trip
Man you trigging if you get high on your own supply
Ya girl get high with some bros of mine
Back up if you aint holding
I aint supporting ney, nigga if the money ain't their motive
Make a movie bout the culture
Could've swore I was the dopest
I think someone's at the door only open for the money
Cuz ain't nothing else important nigga

Tires turning we leaving tire marks in the street
When fires burning we count our earnings out for the week
That's not concerning the ones observing us when we move
I got them tracking me now they watching me in a room
If imma drive it right off the lot I expect it to soon
I hate you niggas you talk a lot of shit in the room
You making movies that's coming soon and nobody cares
We unaware with some groupies that was just over there
I seen them stares and told the hoes ayo grab a chair
Man she was thick and I love the fact she has real hair
But I don't care because every woman is beautiful
Love what you got it ain't usual to get lucky shots
I took the L from the plot just to have some dirty pots
I couldn't hide from the old
While duckin' dodgin' the police
Controlling me can't get hold of me
Every moment I'm freaking you
That's that Jodeci beautiful
Free the youth me and beetle juice
Fuck a truck I disrupt the booth
Looking High wear a suit and tie
Before I go shoot a guy who is I
Just a common guy with a high
I got good supply tell them guys