Knockin

[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a-, Danny G on the beat)
Cocaine?
Methamphetamine
But I'm-, I'm-, I'm a manufacturer, I'm not a dealer
(Fuck with 'em, Bill)

[Verse]
I be touchin' more cheese than the Packers
I'm the type to manufacture, you're the type to be a matcher
It's safe to say you can never match my stature
Got my workers servin' fiends like Skinny P and Badger
Glock-22 on me like I'm Hank
So much cash in the stash, they won't accept it at the bank
Started off hand-to-hand and then I levelеd up my rank
Nah, I'm rackin' in the Franks while I watch my [?]
Started off with thе Ls, but lately it's been wins
Three-hundred SRT, 'bout to take you for a spin
Two sticks on me, everywhere I go like I'm Flin
I'll mag dump em both, and toss them in the bin

[Chorus]
I'll make my own hours, I don't ever clock in
The opps know they fucked up when big Sweet comes aknockin'
Shoot you at your doorstep or maybe drop you with toxins
I gotta get you out the picture, 'cause conflict ain't a option
There's some different types of people: the sellers and they buyers
I'm on my own tier, producin' for suppliers
My role requires fulfillin' their desires
Havin' convos with my girl like [?] and Skylar

[Interlude]
No
There are a lot of angles to this, okay it's complicated
Right? So please, listen
Please, listen, let's just, sit back down

[Verse 2]
I won't juug in the lab if it's dirty, I gotta keep it spick and span
My name ain't Gus, but you can call me the chicken man
I'm tryna get these Ms, I had to pick a plan
Now I'm movin' contraband, with the blick in hand
You'll never catch me lackin', I got the thirty-eight of nina
When I hit the arena, all my opps turn like Tina
Will bake it up, the blood, meth, and tears, shout-out to Felina
Wack the witness out of court and nullify the subpoena
My chop' built like Hule, I don't think you want to duel
I get it out the streets but I could probably teach you in school
Yeah, I could probably teach in Yale
Or I could kick your door in, and drop you like Gale

[Chorus]
I'll make my own hours, I don't ever clock in
The opps know they fucked up when big Sweet comes aknockin'
Shoot you at your doorstep or maybe drop you with toxins
I gotta get you out the picture, 'cause conflict ain't a option

[Outro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a-, Danny G on the beat)
(Fuck with 'em, Bill)