Letra Knock Knock - Bootleg

Knock Knock

Knocking at your door
It’s them niggas in black masks
With them chrome .44s
We heard about the coke
And we heard about the 'dro
We know about the dough
That’s what the fuck we’re here for
I met some balling ass niggas on the other side of town
Fake nigga had bricks
But he was breaking them all down
Used to push the pounds
Now he got the soften the hard
Big rims
Four or five cars in his mama’s back yard
And his broad was a dime piece
He had diamonds in his chain
He had diamonds in his (what)
Diamonds in his fucking teeth
And if you stealing cause you’re broke
Then you’re not a thief
I watch him where he works
Where he eats
And where he fucking sleeps
I even know where he’s cooking up the crack
Where it’s at Where his 9s
Where his 'caine's
Where his MACs at And I can’t wait to lay him on his back
Duct tape
His arms and legs
And whisper, «Where's the dope at?»
(FLEX)
I’m The Problem Solver
I smoke ho niggas on credit
Call the paramedics
He trippin'
Come get him
Strip him, I wet him (wet him)
Full clipped him and hit him (hit him)
Yeah, Problem Solver did it Hit him with that chrome Beretta
Now he foreheaded
Now I see where he was headed
He’ll never wear a fitted again
You niggas talking hard (hard)
Then nigga come and get it (get it)
You’re talking out your ass
Cause your mouth knows better
You know what I’m here for nigga
That’s the burst of cheddar
(SHOTGUN)
Knock knock guess who is it It’s 'Gun, nigga
It’s a stick-up
I.D, Flex, pick the money and the bricks up If anybody makes a move
Then they’re going to get touched
Give it up smooth
You know the rules
Or eat a clip up Come through with the .44
Smack you and your bitch up You know what the fuck we came for, nigga
So give that shit up We want the money and the llello
So when that door bust
If you ain’t got that snow stuff…
I got this bitch nigga thinking I’m the cable man
But the plan
Is to get the money off the table
And leave them all disabled, man
I didn’t come to hook your HBO up, or Cinemax
I’m dealing with internal facts
I’m coming for the coca packs
This MAC
Is guaranteed to hit you back
And have you bitch ass niggas on the block
Doing jumping jacks
So exercise your rights
Jump up bitch, give me the scratch
He took me to the safe
Anxious and patient
Couldn’t wait
Man it’s either the cash
The bricks, or your fucking face
Pistol in his back
I felt his hands shaking on the safe
28 to the right
32 to the left
46 to the right
It opened up (/click)
Kiss that bitch goodnight
I’m on a Top Flight like T. A On the plane with his yey
Headed out to GA
Got to see my (???)
Nigga, I hit a lick
Came up on 14 bricks
We’re the shit