Don’t Come Knockin’

[Intro]
Ah, shit
God, this mug
It rings all day, I get text messages all day
I can't edit nothing, I can't write nothing
I can't call nobody I want to
This shit has gotten out of control
(Why don't you answer my call, bro?)
Yo, ayy

[Verse 1]
My bow tie look futuristic, snake skins when I talk the business
Got a couple people at my household that'll put a hole in y'all's common senses
My driveway like Carl Black, some shit ain't drove in a couple weeks
Got a Mustang GT, runs and drives
Gettin' lost, it disappears in the weeds
'Cause people pullin' up droppin' off their problems
On my doorstep like a bunch of fuckin' Mormons
Still, I'm goin' crazy sittin' in my closet
Smokin' all my weed and I don't feel like talkin'
Noise, I can't escape it, even in my head
Homies want my money, bitches want my bed
All I want is silence just to clear my head
But I can't even get it, why I gotta beg?

[Chorus]
But I ain't gonna beg no more, and I won't ask permission
And I ain't gonna feel bad for success that wasn't given
If you shit talk behind closed doors, your room is full of bitches
My household hold a savage and some savages live with me
So don't come knockin', oh-oh
So don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin'
So don't, so don't, so don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin' on it

[Verse 2]
Footsteps walkin' on my front porch
I can see it on surveillance when I take a shit
As soon as I roll out my silky sheets
Somebody tryna yank me to a meet and greet
My fuckin' driveway a mile long, got twenty-six trespassin' signs
I got two gates you gotta open yourself
With a loggin' chain that's wrapped around
Made plenty posts sayin', "Leave me be"
And if I don't know you, don't come knock-knock-knockin'
Eventually, I'ma pop pop, stop it
Then somebody finna pop, lock, drop it
My symphony don't play sympathy
If you seekin' me to get a cent from me
You gon' finally see that I ain't the me
That I used to be, so get used to me 'cause I'm Church

[Chorus]
But I ain't gonna beg no more, and I won't ask permission
And I ain't gonna feel bad for success that wasn't given
If you shit talk behind closed doors, your room is full of bitches
My household hold a savage and some savages live with me
So don't come knockin', oh-oh
So don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin'
So don't, so don't, so don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin' on it

[Verse 3]
Look, take my advice since day one
You fuckboys worried 'bout the wrong one
Conduct yourself like a gentleman
On a white horse with a boss gun
Don't point to shoot if it ain't worth the time
'Cause silence is a secret deadly weapon
I'm a mystery to the whole world
'Cause I only let 'em see a small percentage
I'm creek raised, got a couple demons
But I killed 'em, tossed their darkness in the deep valley
Now I'm cruisin' in a coupe, deep dark
Two-toned, gettin' parked by the valet
Fuck opinions like they're starrin' in a porn
My bitch bad and she let me click record
I stay sweatin' even when I don't perform
I'm on a track, and I trapped a country boy

[Chorus]
But I ain't gonna beg no more, and I won't ask permission
And I ain't gonna feel bad for success that wasn't given
If you shit talk behind closed doors, your room is full of bitches
My household hold a savage and some savages live with me
So don't come knockin', oh-oh
So don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin'
So don't, so don't, so don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin' on it