Knock Knock

By Chetta

On War: Time 2

Released on July 8, 2019

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[Intro]

You can't be so serious all the time

Does it bother you, Mr. Amdursky?

Yeah, yeah, it does well

Well, would you like to hear me tell a joke?

Yeah, yeah, we'd love to hear a joke from you

Knock knock

Who's there?

Go fuck yourselves


[Chorus]

Man, they ain't poppin' like they used to

Send hits, hit licks, bitch, boo-hoo

Ten K in my pocket, all Blue's Clues

Guess who, guess who, bitch, guess who

Like damn, you ain't poppin' like you used to

And these drugs don't hit like they used to

Need some shit that won't quit, that ooh-ooh

Guess who, guess who, bitch, guess who


[Verse 1]

Spend a check in it, get some neck in it

I ain't a rookie, lil' boy, a big lieutenant

I'ma drip with it, Hi-Tech in it

Cigarette-dippin', codeine-itchin'

And the trigger finger with it, you want it, just come and get it

I'm high but I won't admit it, go dumb when I go up in it

Spend a check on it, none of you bitches want it

Have me pop the whole thing, ho, I'm from New Orleans

Woadie coppin' cocaine like we on the border

I'ma chop the whole thing, sashimi shawty

Throw the fours on it, pour the four, homie

I'm in south texas sippin' on some dope shawty (Dope shawty)

And I need the whole thing

Heard you lookin' for me, well, come and find me

I'ma get it back, got the Gucci with no strings

Sell yourself for some racks, you can keep the fucking change

I don't want a fucking thing


[Chorus]

Man, they ain't poppin' like they used to

Send hits, hit licks, bitch, boo-hoo

Ten K in my pocket, all Blue's Clues

Guess who, guess who, bitch, guess who

Like damn, you ain't poppin' like you used to

And these drugs don't hit like they used to

Need some shit that won't quit, that ooh-ooh

Guess who, guess who, bitch, guess who


[Verse 2]

Choppa style with it, running wild with it

Big racks, no cap, I'ma have to get it

Triple beam pinching, clear the scene ignant

I go dumb with it, Percocet-splittin'

I don't need her but she want me, I promise, I keep it on me

No stylist been lookin' lovely, Promethazine in my tummy

Spent a check for it, all you bitches boring

Knock knock, kicking doors, they don't fuckin' want it (No)


[Chorus]

Man, they ain't poppin' like they used to

Send hits, hit licks, bitch, boo-hoo

Ten K in my pocket, all Blue's Clues

Guess who, guess who, bitch, guess who

Like damn, you ain't poppin' like you used to

And these drugs don't hit like they used to

Need some shit that won't quit, that ooh-ooh

Guess who, guess who, bitch, guess who