Knots - Thouxanbanfauni

Pop, pop, pop, Glock like chicken grease

Big bands, guap don’t fold, bills with no crease

Paid lawyer fees, get commissary til' release

Rainy days I’m ready for em' saved my Kraft cheese

Stacked up, she wanna' go shopping, bitch please

Penthouse, thirty thousand down, fresh lease

Skrt, skrt, vroomin' off the lot, Charger car keys

Sticks jammed, packed up in the trunk like some Sardines

I’m a gentleman, just aggressive with the Wock

Got good manners just no patience for thes thots

She say «pull up on me» I say «yeah» but I’m not

Million-dollar confrence call, no time for twat

Your baby daddy hate me cause' I’m everything he not

Your baby momma want me cause' I’m everything you not

Not to say I’m cocky but my shoes got more knots

Diamonds interracial, Meagan Good, Megan Fox

Pulling up on you, don’t even need no mask, give me what you got

Nigga get his ass beat fucking up my vibe

Talking about making some money, okay pull up, let’s ride out

Niggas be thinking they real-life

Baby I came up by myself, no talent scout

Running your mouth, buddy best know what I’m about, we take you out

AR-15, remind me of your bitch, scream and shout

Couldn’t get no pick, these niggas be acting like hoes, he put up a pout

Self-love, got a whole lot of that, no self-doubt

Fuck what you about, fuck what you about, nigga we run in your house

Run in your house, nigga we run in your house

Run in your house, nigga we run in your house

Run in your house, pussy we run in your house