CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Knock Knock
Okay, okay
One, Two, Three, Four
They'll just bite me, like a Beast Bar, and my flow’s mid, but the beat’s hard
Come and take it from me, like a piece of candy
I feel more than dandy, serendipitous even
I get paranoid and afraid of collaborating
You get silly and hop on the wave of violent hating
I'm afraid the world ain't ready for the type of popstar I am
And that's a damn shame, I just want the champagne, drama, trauma, and bank
I don't have a good weekend unless I'm on the airplane
I don't have a good day unless someone say my damn name
Say it well, you better come clean, there's a grave in hell
Found myself in the dirt, I'm crawling back up
I need music to work, don't got a backup
I take d**k til it hurts, and throw my back up
Caught you up in your lie, I take a front dump
are tryna fill my lungs with toxin
I make waves in the place you play Roblox in
I make gay people come out of the woodwork
I do things with my throat that you wish could work
Uh, I'm trying to change flows
Every 30 seconds so that I can change clothes
Every 30 seconds so that I estrange hoes
Every 30 minutes, got another Van Gogh
Haters cut your ear off, leave it in a basket
Kill this beat like David C*ck, I need a casket
Every 30 days I got an entire new vision
With these pleasant new decisions
But it's hard to task it
Knock, knock, knock, knock
Who's there?
Popster RYL0, b*t*h I'm here
You scared? Of a girlie from jersey
That's fair
I might knock at your pearlies
I'm riding dirty in my 'Yoti Corollie
Facepalm, as I drive to the city
Don't give a f**k, I might pop out a millie
At a stop sign, [?]
Think it's funny, I'm hilarious
Ask any and everyone on the internet
I'm a popstar, I'm aimless
I'm deada**, I'm serious
I'm out here, I made it
I might just start saying sh*t
It's not luck, if you can prove it
You spread lies, I say information
One, Two, Three, Four
They'll just bite me, like a Beast Bar, and my flow’s mid, but the beat’s hard
Come and take it from me, like a piece of candy
I feel more than dandy, serendipitous even
I get paranoid and afraid of collaborating
You get silly and hop on the wave of violent hating
I'm afraid the world ain't ready for the type of popstar I am
And that's a damn shame, I just want the champagne, drama, trauma, and bank
I don't have a good weekend unless I'm on the airplane
I don't have a good day unless someone say my damn name
Say it well, you better come clean, there's a grave in hell
Found myself in the dirt, I'm crawling back up
I need music to work, don't got a backup
I take d**k til it hurts, and throw my back up
Caught you up in your lie, I take a front dump
are tryna fill my lungs with toxin
I make waves in the place you play Roblox in
I make gay people come out of the woodwork
I do things with my throat that you wish could work
Uh, I'm trying to change flows
Every 30 seconds so that I can change clothes
Every 30 seconds so that I estrange hoes
Every 30 minutes, got another Van Gogh
Haters cut your ear off, leave it in a basket
Kill this beat like David C*ck, I need a casket
Every 30 days I got an entire new vision
With these pleasant new decisions
But it's hard to task it
Knock, knock, knock, knock
Who's there?
Popster RYL0, b*t*h I'm here
You scared? Of a girlie from jersey
That's fair
I might knock at your pearlies
I'm riding dirty in my 'Yoti Corollie
Facepalm, as I drive to the city
Don't give a f**k, I might pop out a millie
At a stop sign, [?]
Think it's funny, I'm hilarious
Ask any and everyone on the internet
I'm a popstar, I'm aimless
I'm deada**, I'm serious
I'm out here, I made it
I might just start saying sh*t
It's not luck, if you can prove it
You spread lies, I say information
