Knockin’ lyrics

[Intro: Lancey Foux]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah‚ yeah
Yeah‚ yeah
Yeah‚ yes
Psyke

[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]
I ain't gonna talk too much (No, no)
I ain't gonna talk too much (Oh, no)
I ain't even makin' a fuss (Oh‚ no)
I ain't even doin' too much (Oh, no)
My daddy told me talk is cheap (Is cheap)
I let my girlfriend speak (Shine)
It's a big wave, it go ocean deep (Go deep)
One man gang‚ I ain't rollin' deep
Bad b*tch came out of Mozambique (Psyke)
And she wanna be with the African gene
I'm ready to die, I can't roll in peace
Two man big bag, they know it's me (Me)
And I ain't doin' fraud, I just swipe and delete
You might see me with Skep', n*gga, ultimate greaze
Little boy, how did I turn into me?
Paps in my face and I won't say cheese
Yeah, took off the ice and I'm still freezin'
I was rollin' the dice, slide in the streets
[Chorus: Swoosh God]
Look how my life turnt out to be
This sh*t amazin' you wouldn't believe
My new b*tch, she from Belize
Choke on the di*k, she just come up to breathe
I got sauce PERinaise (Peri)
Just like Nando's, your b*tch is my side dish
You won't believe what she did in private
Get on her knees, look up to the sky, b*tch
Tomorrow I'm gon' shut down Wireless
They talkin' bag, I'll be there in a quickie
She just pulled up, I back out and she suck on the willy
I'm in the stu' and I got Lancey with me
You not a friend, you a foux, you not quicker
This sh*t is slappin', the beat is by Ricci
And I got racks, yeah, I swear all that hits me
Cause a scene everyday, too hard to miss me
Repercussions to pay if you ever diss me

[Verse 2: Lancey Foux]
Glovebox in the whip, that's where the grip be
All my bestfriends ride, let's sing like Tipsy
Can't come this side, this way get slippery
I've seen this sh*t, I'm just livin' my image
I seen through life and livin' my dream
All type of money, red, yellow and green
Bad b*tch a honey, she keepin' it sweet
Mr. Miyagi, I wax, I clean it, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus: Swoosh God]
Look how my life turnt out to be
This sh*t amazin' you wouldn't believe
My new b*tch, she from Belize
Choke on the di*k, she just come up to breathe
I got sauce PERinaise (Peri)
Just like Nando's, your b*tch is my side dish
You won't believe what she did in private
Get on her knees, look up to the sky, b*tch
I just shut down Wireless
They talkin' bag, I'll be there in a quickie
I just back out and she suck on the willy
I'm in the stu' and I got Lancey with me
You not a friend, you a foux, you not quicker
This sh*t is slappin', the beat is by Ricci
And I got racks, yeah, I swear all that hits me
Always causin' scenes, it's too hard to miss me
Pay repercussions if you ever diss me
You owe me money, I'm actin' like 50