Knock Knock

Ooh
I refuse to lose
Fuck dem 22's
I got homies in dat rojo
I got homies in azul
Still I'm whippin dolo
Nina front seat of the coupe
Miss me wit that bullshit
Don't wanna split yo cap in two
Hey
From Cali to the country boy
I rep my town in Tennessee
Tacos or catfish and fries
I chug dat beer and sip Chablis
Please
I'm a beat
I'm becoming what I eat
I'm a beast
Eating everything
My paper must increase
If you's a non believer
Please believe it
Soon you all will see
If you's a solid reader
You would see
Between my lines is deep
Breathe mama breathe
While I rep the golden state
Show you how I started up to how it's going current-lay
My mama had a baby on a winter morning
Who would know that he'd grow up
And spit that winter cold wind
Kill the beat like R.I.P
Them basic raps is frozen
Catch'em
Whipping thru beats like his grammar stolen

Where I'm from they kick doors
They don't knock knock knock knock
Gangstas pull up and dem guns
They go pop pop pop pop
Talk shit they beat yo ass
Like bop bop bop bop
And when 12 pull you over u see
Cop cop cop cop
Ohhhhhhh
They do it for the currency
Ohhhhhh
Hustle flowin thru our circuitry
Ohhhhhhh
They do it for the currency
Ohhhhhh
Hustle flowin thru our circuitry

I refuse to lose
Don't need these hoes to choose
Hit the block and hustled up
Took my family on a cruise
Hit the gas
And whip the coupe
Like that shit is stolen too
Can't afford for shit to slow up
So my grind is thru the roof
Woohah
I'm cashin all my checks
If you try to knock my hustle
My foot on all y'all necks
Bruh I made it out the jungle
So my turn up next
My whole style made of muscle
I ain't see yo flex
I'm a killer wit da genius
Spitting dis uniqueness
Bitches want the penis
These rappers causin diabetes
Too much sugar in ya wheaties
So y'all can Michael Jackson beat it
Ain't no freebies
Ain't no treaties
Just this gin in my martinis
Aye
I rep the golden state
Where you pay for sunshine
But that's overrated
Betta be about you cheddar
And your conversation
Cuz everybody got a plug and ain't collaborating
My mama had a baby on that winter morning
Who would know that he'd grow up
And spit that winter cold wind
Kill the beat like R.I.P
Them basic raps is frozen
Catch'em whipping thru these beats like his grammar stolen

Where I'm from they kick doors
They don't knock knock knock knock
Gangstas pull up and dem guns
They go pop pop pop pop
Talk shit they beat yo ass
Like bop bop bop bop
And when 12 pull you over u see
Cop cop cop cop
Ohhhhhhh
They do it for the currency
Ohhhhhh
Hustle flowin thru our circuitry
Ohhhhhhh
They do it for the currency
Ohhhhhh
Hustle flowin thru our circuitry



Credits
Writer(s): David Manago Jr
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