Knocking At the Door V2
(Knocking)
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
(Knocking)
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Somebody knocking at the doe
It better not be the police
It better be that motherfucka
Bringing what he owe me
20s in the pill bottles
Ounces in the crown bags
Bricks in the fridgerator
100s in a brown bag
Lemon squeeze hands guns
You can get the whole clip
30 out this 40 turn niggas to Nicole swift
That's what a happen to a stray dog
(woof-woof)
Hands on my plate a get that mf ate off
Trap jumping harder
Than a god damn moon walk
Work so fire
Make fiends do the moon walk
Money coming faster than
These nymphomaniacs
Work so fire man
These fiends coming back
I don't do hands on
Street niggas feel me
And if I catch a case
It gotta be conspiracy
I stick to the same code
Get money stress later
Better known as
Get hoes fuck haters
(Knocking)
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
(Knocking)
I'm the motherfucker knocking at the doe
And I ain't the police
Fuck what he owe you
Now nigga you owe me
I need them $20's in them pill bottles
Them ounces in the crown bag
Them bricks in the fridgerator
And them hundreds in that brown bag
Them lemon squeeze hand guns
You can give me that to
A round from this slug
A turn you boys to waigu
And if yo partner reach for anything
He Wacked to
Send A shot thru the TV
The next one bad news
Fiends at the doe
Trap shut down Ho
Ain't no mo serving
Move yo ass around bro
Up'd when I was leaving
Had to let some rounds go
Pointed at my chest
But he shooting the ground Ho
Holding on for dear life
Trying not to let the pounds go
We ain't leaving empty handed
We can shoot it out tonight
And if I catch yo ass in heaven
You getting robbed in the afterlife
Got a pound in my hand
And I still bust the pipe (goddamn)
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
(Knocking)
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Somebody knocking at the doe
It better not be the police
It better be that motherfucka
Bringing what he owe me
20s in the pill bottles
Ounces in the crown bags
Bricks in the fridgerator
100s in a brown bag
Lemon squeeze hands guns
You can get the whole clip
30 out this 40 turn niggas to Nicole swift
That's what a happen to a stray dog
(woof-woof)
Hands on my plate a get that mf ate off
Trap jumping harder
Than a god damn moon walk
Work so fire
Make fiends do the moon walk
Money coming faster than
These nymphomaniacs
Work so fire man
These fiends coming back
I don't do hands on
Street niggas feel me
And if I catch a case
It gotta be conspiracy
I stick to the same code
Get money stress later
Better known as
Get hoes fuck haters
(Knocking)
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
(Knocking)
I'm the motherfucker knocking at the doe
And I ain't the police
Fuck what he owe you
Now nigga you owe me
I need them $20's in them pill bottles
Them ounces in the crown bag
Them bricks in the fridgerator
And them hundreds in that brown bag
Them lemon squeeze hand guns
You can give me that to
A round from this slug
A turn you boys to waigu
And if yo partner reach for anything
He Wacked to
Send A shot thru the TV
The next one bad news
Fiends at the doe
Trap shut down Ho
Ain't no mo serving
Move yo ass around bro
Up'd when I was leaving
Had to let some rounds go
Pointed at my chest
But he shooting the ground Ho
Holding on for dear life
Trying not to let the pounds go
We ain't leaving empty handed
We can shoot it out tonight
And if I catch yo ass in heaven
You getting robbed in the afterlife
Got a pound in my hand
And I still bust the pipe (goddamn)
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
Who that is man
They knocking at the door
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