BBGB – Knock Knock Lyrics
Who that? Who’s in my house?
I’m the Devil, who’s askin’?
The Devil is not welcome here
One, two, three and to the four
They don’t wanna let us through these doors
Still, we made some noise
Yeah, still, we stack that guala
One, two, three and to the four
We got bitches by the [?]
Knock, knock, who’s there?
Knock, knock, who’s there? Hoo
I’m that pretty jiggy niggy, BLESSED, I’m heaven sent (BLESSED)
They bite my style for a while, got the evidence (Whoo)
I got her slutted out, you thought she was innocent (From the back)
I told her “Nah, we ain’t kissin’, that’s too intimate” (Mwah)
She gon’ suck it anyway, babies on my résumé
We [?], all my niggas on the way up
Pass the mic, pass the mic, that’s a layup
Give and go, rain or snow, we get paper
I’m a spiritual nigga, ain’t no juju (Ju)
I give her pins, give her needles, got that voodoo (Ooh)
My new girl probably think a nigga cuckoo (Ooh)
‘Cause I’ma make a billi ‘fore I’m fourty-two, ooh
One, two, three and to the four
They don’t wanna let us through these doors
Still, we made some noise
Yeah, still, we stack that guala
One, two, three and to the four
We got bitches by the [?]
Knock, knock, who’s there?
Knock, knock, who’s there? Hoo (Huh? Huh?)
Open up, I’m at the door, bitch, I’m here (Hello)
Big Space out the chair, double fours in the— ([?])
There’s no chillin’ over here
I make a couple phone calls, make the work disa— ([?])
Gone (Ayy), kick the door down like squad (Huh?)
Kick the door down, the door down like “What?” (Bah)
Ayy, it could go down like rough (Let’s go)
No cigarettes, pass the light, I got the smoke, get ya— (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bah)
Always makin’ the block hot, pussy nigga get knocked off
All white with the stethoscope, bitch, I look like a doctor (Mm)
Never bang with a bluffer, let it hang off a chopper
Take dough out the oven, then break bread with my brothers, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
[Chorus: Manu Crooks, B Wise]
One, two, three and to the four
They don’t wanna let us through these doors
Still, we made some noise
Yeah, still, we stack that guala
One, two, three and to the four
We got bitches by the [?]
Knock, knock, who’s there? (Yeah)
Knock, knock, who’s there? Oi
I ain’t worried, I’ma leave it to the Lord
Knees on the floor, Devil try to call, I press ignore
You will never block the blessings, take the L, that’s just a lesson
Tuck my words into a weapon, suit up before every session, mm (Yeah)
I came from a place that there was not a way out
Still I had to come up, at the same time, I’ma stay down
What you put out is what you receive, bet it gon’ come round
When it come to guala, that’s somethin’ that we don’t play ’bout
Bussin’, bussin’, all the hot girls in the session
Like I’m independent, same time, she can take direction
If she let me link, that’s a one-up, let’s just call it that
Never been one for affection, ain’t no need to run it back, mm
Ayy, Kwame, just run me over that line up, that “Bussin’, bussin'”
Just like two times on top of that
Uh
Fuck a knock, niggas kickin’ down your door
Runnin’ through your mother’s house, give a fuck about a law
Four fours and heavy fillers, niggas searchin’ for a [?]
Forensic tents, there’s a murder on your block, uh
[?], D up in the Z
The cocaine gettin’ heavy on the scene
I mean, this what you want, you leanin’ off the lean
This crack pipe got you movin’ like a fiend
