Knock In My Hand

[Chorus]
They know my bop, Mr. Hop-Out-The-Van
Actin’ bad wit’ the knock in my hand
I throw a shot and that lil nigga ran
Twin throw it too he gon’ boom at his mans
Damn, y’all niggas don’t understand
Got your bitch tryna go in my pants
Stop it, I’ma just pass her to my mans
‘Cause my bitch too bad I can’t take that chance
Look, I cannot fuck wit’ a keta
Like, I’m tryna vibe wit’ a eater
Brownskin bitch in the back named Tina
Like, she tryna get in the Beamer
Pass her a thot drink, margarita
She got a man but I know she a cheater
Bitch, I’m a Taurus can’t fuck on a Libra
Like, I need a beautiful diva

[Verse 1]
Mori creep through the front, I creep through the back
The first one we see, he better throw back
Big No Luv, I can’t link wit’ the Rips
Maneuver, 8 Balls straight gettin’ cracked
Jah Stacks head got left in his lap
He got punched in his face ‘cause we thought he was Hat
And Dior, that is original pack
And I’m every opp shot I’ma leave it at-
We don’t stop for no lights
See a opp put the dot on his head
Ayo, Rah, make that-
See Briscoe, on bro, I’ma fill him wit’ lead
[?] dead and he fed
That’s a fact got shot in my-
Like, fuck all them niggas that wanted me dead
I’m on your block tryna catch me some rexk, look

[Verse 2]
Don’t call my twin ‘cause I know he [?]
Bro start glitchin’, I cannot control him
Renegade Goon, y’all niggas know this
Gbaby my twin touch him and I’m throwin’
Slide on 21st, y’all better focus
See me a Crip, on Folk he get toasted
Oh, the 9 outside? Spin back again
Boom at they old head that was a bonus
Like, damn, wait, eyes on us in the function
Damn, shorty ass fat like a dumpling
Like, give her one lick then we rumpin’
Sunny just caught him a skee though
Like, what up? She tryna deepthroat
It’s a party when I bring in the Tito’s
She like, “Wal, I’ma drink Casamigos”

[Verse 3]
Fuck her good now a bitch got a limp
Like, come here, one more round
Pussy wet it be shakin’ the ship
Damn, keep rumpin’, I ain’t hearin’ no sound
Bitch, thot get fucked on the ground
Bring your bestie I’m tryna get hound
Call my phone, I’ma take it to pound
My mother is home don’t be too loud, like
Brodie caught him a body he doin’ like ten
He got killed just for dissin’ my friend
New chop on me it gotta extend
And that’s word to Shareef I ain’t lackin’ again
I’m outside and I’m blastin’ again
Oh, he lackin’? Twin start taggin’ his friend
Ain’t gon’ stop ‘til we clap one of them
21st been tight ‘cause we shot some of them

[Verse 4]
She callin’ my phone tryna see what’s the word
Like, my phone on do not disturb
You ain’t fuckin’ the guys then that bitch gettin’ curved
Like, fuck it, call me a bird
Damn, Khiskii a [?]
Got some tuggy’s outside and they stay on the 3rd
Are you linin’ the opps, what’s the word?
If I give you some dick what I get in return?

[Chorus]
They know my bop, Mr. Hop-Out-The-Van
Actin’ bad wit’ the knock in my hand
I throw a shot and that lil nigga ran
Twin throw it too he gon’ boom at his mans
Damn, y’all niggas don’t understand
Got your bitch tryna go in my pants
Stop it, I’ma just pass her to my mans
‘Cause my bitch too bad I can’t take that chance
Look, I cannot fuck wit’ a keta
Like, I’m tryna vibe wit’ a eater
Brownskin bitch in the back named Tina
Like, she tryna get in the Beamer
Pass her a thot drink, margarita
She got a man but I know she a cheater
Bitch, I’m a Taurus can’t fuck on a Libra
Like, I need a beautiful diva