Knockin

It's Clay Raw on the track man

Oh shit what is that sound got feins at the door and they knocking it down (They knocking they knocking)
Word on the block Mr. Raw back in town
I'm flooding the streets watch out you might drown

Oh shit what is that sound got feins at the door and they knocking it down (They Knocking they knocking)
Word on the block Mr. Raw back in town
I'm flooding the streets watch out you might drown

Oh shit what is that sound Clay Raw in the trap he serving the pounds (serving the Pounds)
I fuck on ur bitch cuz her booty was round
I took lots of losses but always got found
Oh shit my water is great (Splash)
I get to the guala no elaborate
I go out to eat hella steak on my plate
I go do a drill with my K not a drake

Oh shit my cocaine unrivaled
Yo girl is a slut but she still read the Bible
I use to be down bad my life ina spiral
Now the party do not start until my arrival
Oh shit boy ain't u heard?
Got runners in Nova & Fredricksbrug (they runnin they runnin)
My boy park the u haul right on the curb
And we ain't worried about shit cuz our product insured (LLC)

I'll get u knocked off don't play w my payment
Nobody gon say shit like what is a statement
I'm puffin on zoonies exotic my fragrance
This bitch suck my dick to my song when I play it

She come to my crib say the Feng shui immortal
I'm high off a perk so I fuck like a turtle
You surrounded by rats ur whole squad full of gerbils
And u ain't smoking gas unless that shit purple

Shut out to the White House our system archaic
They going backwards taking rights that are basic
They don't get the picture we need a mosaic
And abortion illegal so watch who you lay with
I stay in the trap cuz the trap is my residence
Cut off my old shooter he left too much evidence
You counting them sheep while I'm dead counting presidents
The feins at the door man somebody let them in

Oh shit what is that sound got feins at the door and they knocking it down (They Knocking they knocking)
Word on the block Mr. Raw back in town
I'm flooding the streets watch out you might drown

Oh shit what is that sound got feins at the door and they knocking it down (they Knocking they knocking)
Word on the block Mr. Raw back in town
I'm flooding the streets watch out you might drown

What u know about trapping till the birds start chirping
My best fein snored so much that his nose stopped working
My trap like Chuck E. Cheese cuz I need all the tokens
So much power on my hands think a nigga need lotion

Yea I been down bad I ain't never going back
On the weekends I watch T.V eat some chicken or serve crack
They see my Gucci n my Loui and ask me "how is that"
Well I get it for the low & then I sell it for the tax

When I'm driving thru the lane I feel like Jordan mixed with Shaq
And if I take ur bitch or money u ain't getting either back
I gave a fein a sample yesterday he still running laps
And when I ask em why he running he say "Clay Raw on the track"

When I'm driving thru the lane I feel like Jordan mixed with Shaq
And if I take ur bitch or money u ain't getting either back
I gave a fein a sample yesterday he still running laps
And when I ask em why he running he say "Clay Raw on the track"

And when I ask them why he running he say "Clay Raw on the track



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Writer(s): Clayton Bellamy
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