M Row & FaZe Kaysan - Knock Knock

〈intro〉
(kaysan)
(haha, it's-it's-it's shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin', man)
(that's what i'm talking about, that's why he's the mvp)
(that's why he's the g.o.a.t., the g.o.a.t.)
(24 is the g.o.a.t.)
Shots where the—, damn, damn
Shots where the floor at, like, like
(faze kaysan, drop that shit)
M row, damn

〈chorus〉
When i drop stunt, i was showin' i really be spinnin'
Numerous niggas i got in my blunt
In the streets, niggas know we up one and we winnin'
Spin through the back, bro spin through the front
Under my mask, i be smiling and grinnin' (blitz, blitz, blitz)
Let's see who i catch when i go on a hunt
You know i still pray even though i be sinnin'
All the opps keep spinnin', sendin' shots where the floor at
Got the drop on— shh, now we know where your door at
Knock, knock, get shot
Close-up range, now we know where to score at
When you look through the peephole, face shot, free throw
How you lack on that block where y'all all go to war at?
Shh— got shot, all the bullets was hot
He was layin' right there in the cut where the store at (aha)
〈verse〉
No-no cap, this is before that
I was always front line when it came to the mission
Used to live on the opps' side, where i was born at
Always made it home safe, always had ammunition
On ten-four, we threw ten times four that
Go shot for shot, now we in competition (baow, baow, baow)
Now we on the next spot, where we throw more at
Don't mention my block when you think about dissin'
How you run down and you bluff?
You think that we runnin' from nothin'?
Cap in your rap, you know you not tough
Send shots by the buildings, stop doin' that bluffin'
We threw like ten, but that wasn't enough
Channel 1 knew, said we threw twenty-somethin'
Took off from the scene 〈.?.〉
Next time you push up, just don't stop clutchin'
Do drills on foot, bikes, whips
They know my bop and they know what i'm into
Nine millimeter got good hollow tips
They go throw his body, inside of the rib through (damn)
Good grips, 'xtended clips
Red tip bullets lookin' like colored pencils
I know that they hate when we takin' them trips
I still be spinnin' when i rock presidential
Free b-rah fetti, you know that's the rolla (rollin)
Big chop lookin' like a controller
Light-skin mami, she cute and bipolar
Whenever we walk, baby nine in her stroller
Lil'— shh, got hit in his shoulder
Got left on the floor, body had a lil' odor
I been up in the range, i ain't talkin' no rover
The way that i boom, you would think i'm a soldier (baow, baow, baow)
〈chorus〉
When i drop stunt, i was showin' i really be spinnin'
Numerous niggas i got in my blunt
In the streets, niggas know we up one and we winnin'
Spin through the back, bro spin through the front
Under my mask, i be smiling and grinnin'
Let's see who i catch when i go on a hunt
You know i still pray even though i be sinnin'
All the opps keep spinnin', sendin' shots where the floor at
Got the drop on— shh, now we know where your door at
Knock, knock, get shot
Close-up range, now we know where to score at
When you look through the peephole, face shot, free throw
How you lack on that block where y'all all go to war at?
Shh— got shot, all the bullets was hot
He was layin' right there in the cut where the store at

〈outro〉
Lay in the cut right there in the cut where the store at
Lay in the cut right there in the cut where the store at