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Good Gas

Knock Knock

 

Knock Knock

(album: Good Gas, Vol. 3 - 2019)


(1st done geeked it up)

I came in with sticks so I split up the party
Shoot at an opp, I'm not missing a target
Nigga talk tough but I'm begging his pardon
Two opps in one, yeah, that's a good bargain
Kicking the door, I won't ask for nothing
Glock got a kick like 1st started busting
This chopper on repeat like bullets rehearsing
12 on his block so these killers still lurking

My gun look like a pack-a-punch
Soft ass rappers I eat up for lunch
Out here lacking, go get you a gun
You missing a stain, I won't let up for nothing
Bitches gon' boot up for bands
Already fucked, so she is not staying
I cannot cuff 'cause bitches be playing
That's not my ho, I don't know where she staying
I got a bag, if you bold, come and take it
You like to pass, I like to face it
I'm in the 'Cat, I might crash if I race it
I'm on the ave, do the dash in the spaceship
This not a Honda, boy, this is a 'Rari
I'm in LA, 'bout to pick up a Barbie
We smoking good gas, we rolling safari
I'm in my mode and I pour up Bacardi

I came in with sticks so I split up the party
Shoot at an opp, I'm not missing a target
Nigga talk tough but I'm begging his pardon
Two opps in one, yeah, that's a good bargain
Kicking the door, I won't ask for nothing
Glock got a kick like 1st started busting
This chopper on repeat like bullets rehearsing
12 on his block so these killers still lurking

I slide on the opps with no mask on
I'm in the function four bags strong
I'm on the block standing all day long
You stressing that ho, boy, leave her alone
I got a chopper, it stay in the back
But it's in the front when that bitch on attack
He talking hard but I'm smelling the cap
You not in the streets, boy, stick to the rap
I came to get lit, where is the Henny?
She think she slick, I'm wearing a jimmy
You a lil' ho, he a lil' timmy
I got a bag, I'm keeping it with me
She a lil' fiend, she off the Whitney
I'm off the Wock', I'm losing a kidney
She like the drugs, then bitch, we got plenty
This chopper on auto, it's never on semi

I came in with sticks so I split up the party
Shoot at an opp, I'm not missing a target
Nigga talk tough but I'm begging his pardon
Two opps in one, yeah, that's a good bargain
Kicking the door, I won't ask for nothing
Glock got a kick like 1st started busting
This chopper on repeat like bullets rehearsing
12 on his block so these killers still lurking

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