really who's knockin
comin down knockin
whole block jumpin whole city stompin
knockin
really whos knockin
really whos knockin
knockin down the block i could really sell something
the salesman comin
hop in
windows down
the salesman comin


knockin with the heavy orchestration, woofers pumpin air, speakers louder than a crowd of twisted haitians
lust for life in big expensive cars with roof optional and i'm
ugly but the car - lovelier
just got out the shop, need to cruise around the block crank the volume to the top
see how much glass this bitch can shatter
yeah hoe i am a bastard [Gordon Ramsey], trunk chop like a cooking contest,
play it when u cook it & stretch
any reason just hop in & jet
everytime that bitch got on my nerves i hop inside and swerve
broke the knob so i ain't really heard bitch whats the word?
and i wont change it for the world, my trunk & weed my closest girls
swear i'd tell em bout the suicide, i tell em bout killin these birds
but the trunk can't keep dat mouth shut so she talkin out the ass
talking about fuck the police like im straight outta locash
and my new girl don't love it when i pull up on some punk shit
leanin lower so obnoxious parents like "is that ur future husband?"

really who's knockin
comin down knockin
whole block jumpin whole city stompin
knockin
really whos knockin
really whos knockin
knockin down the block i could really sell something
the salesman comin

i came in turnt up then I knocked out the windows
drove in swagged out left a ho legs up like flamingo
can't see the floor past the singles, she in love with my Pringles
but those cymbals - I done hit those
I'm in the bucket with my bucket list
another bitch with some bucket tits, ribs on ribs to lift this shit
we cruisin with no GPS
success without the coordinates
so whats the point of rollin with no orchestra to go with it
opera house in my trunk
yo tragedy in my trunk
you comedy in my face, bitch i leave when I'm done
i'm a leave when i'm faded
the parking lot look like mayhem
these vintage shades they Versaycee, outside the club fuck the bacon
riding in my new baby
got a trunk full of crazies, thunder hit em - trunk shakin
lay the buildin flat
like a tornado
this a family fight the doors go off the hinges
ay call the police the salesman in the building
opened like a new dimension
made mo bitches think im handsome
the trunk scream like a banshee
i pull up - & stick they hands up