He Knockin Lyrics

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Knock knock, bitch, he knockin' like a 808 drum

Turn that Christian Le on and let that 808 bump

Off Azul high as fuck, I ain't even ate

none

He asked if the dick his and I don't even say none

I might look him in his face and lie might even play dumb

Get him home, clothes off, I might even play drunk

Learned it all from the streets, got it from my great unk

When my shit come on the radio, none of these niggas passin' it

Rollin' 35, blowin' clouds and then I'm passin it

I be on the road, private trips up in the

Vatican

Glock on me, make him stand still like a mannequin

He tell me that I make him feel good, I'm his medicine

I'm a handsome nigga, I'm a ten and that's evident

Face card never don't decline, that's the evidence

Niggas askin' why he want me say that I'm his preference

Bougie hood nigga, big dick with the elegance

Submissive in the crib

Only time that I'm delicate,

All big shit round here like a elephant

He gon' make shit shake, don't get shot like a gelatin

Designer in my closet, but I got a couple skeletons

And that's facts though, I'm spittin' heat, but I ain't met a match though

Sixteen when I let him in the back door

Still love him but for damn sure don't want him back though

Still gotta text him every blue moon just to let go

Niggas hear my music and they be like, I'm on that flow

If I ex a nigga, then they be like, I want that hoe

I just need security and green like a gecko, gecko

Knock knock, bitch, he knockin' like a 808 drum

Turn that Christian Lee on and let that 808 bump

Off of Azul, highest fuck, I ain't even ate none

He asked if the dick his and I don't even say none

I might look him in his face and lie I might even play dumb

Get him home, clothes off, I might even play drunk

Learned it all from the streets, got it from my great unc

When my shit come on the radio, none of you niggas passing me

Five years in, no hits, niggas should tap out

Put me in coach and tell these niggas to sit back down

I took a little break from the game, but I'm back now

I don't wanna hear shit from no niggas in the background

I'm eatin' niggas, but I ain't dieting

These some little fish inside the pan I been fryin in

Poochy sheets I'm lyin' in, pussy niggas keep tryin' it

Claiming that they tops, bottom line, I ain't buyin' it

You keep postin' your songs up on the gram why they ain't buyin' it

Bitches young, but rappin' my old shit like a vinyl

Tried to school niggas, but yet they failing they finals

So I'm never worried about em' or who's behind em', uh

Don't let my engineer drop me another 808

I get to trippin' in this bitch it's like a change of state

He got his feet all in my business, ain't got no stable place

I gotta count up all this cash, bitch, I need table space

I could never fuck with you or none of your stable mates

I would never eat from your crib, you can keep them paper plates

I be on the move, makin' plays that I make day to day

I been on my grind since young Jock and Bathing Ape

If you wasn't always movin' funny, then your pay be straight

I don't give a fuck if I'm on foot, I'm on a paper chase

These niggas is alchis, drive more boats then a naval base

Like these niggas up and slap them straight, they better not make a face

Knock knock, bitch, he knockin' like a 808 drum

Turn that Christian Lee on and let that 808 bump

Off of Azul, highest fuck, I ain't even ate none

He asked if the dick his and I don't even say none

I might look him in his face and lie I might even play dumb

Get him home, clothes off, I might even play drunk

Learned it all from the streets, got it from my great unc

When my shit come on the radio, none of you niggas passing me

None of you niggas passin' me

And that's just period