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sus - knock knock lyrics

[intro]
(h1k made this)
(hl8)

[verse 1: suspect]
a+active not into acting

3 man 4 door usual tactic
run dat over, jump out splash it, pack it

he just a actor,
, dotts and a zk
now we got sk’s, have they got g+locks?
have they got ak’s? but they can’t beat off
guess it was
pop headie, caught a vacay, f+ck

may day, may day, i’m on your estate
a way, a way, protect your chest plate
he say, she say, i heard the streets say
that sus done all dem drills like
bando bakin’ on my b+day
no brakеs,
lеt’s go hunting, passed him a blade
then broski passed that stick like relay
he say, she say, i heard the neeks say
that we don’t bang it’s filling these grave
[chorus]

gang don’t talkin, unspoken,
knock, knock, who’s there? it’s
f+cks sake, there’s no escape
chased and duck, we’re smoking 18 years (?)
, heard the rumour
reaper got a k!ller sense of humour
knock, knock, who’s there? it’s
this camden, culprit come like
pop them doors, i get to chasing
if i win this race, you’ll die a loser
pop them doors, i get to chasing
if i win this race, you’ll die a loser

[verse 2: suspect]

don’t need 10 man
three knife men with one skeng+man
more than enough for a dead man
a man tried dash but the zombie hooked him back
stopped him dead in his tracks
i got the g, they gassed

smoke him

chest shot choke him
4 door broke him
headshot turned him walking corpse
5 with the 1 already been done
we can’t get enough, we gotta get more
we circle the borough, thorough

[verse 3: trigz hrb]
gucci got shot couldn’t get back up
mlo got shot couldn’t get back up
tank got shot couldn’t get back up
hr, ag, that’s get+back stuff
got it on me, i ain’t parking it off
see a , i’m barking it off
b1’s too tapped, why you starting him up?
gave bro 18 like half of a box

i never listened what mom said
so i spent all them years on a
facetime and my bad one undressed
jailhouse getting my + compressed
don’t lack or you might get tanned
you ain’t gotta go spain or get on a sunbed
f+ck this b+tch, sent her home in a uber
3 knife man and a shooter
soon as we lock eyes on the target

pop this door and get to chasing
if i win this race you’ll die a loser
pop this door and get to chasing
if i win this race you’ll die a loser
[chorus]
bro was a youngboy with a .38 (.38)
ayy, 2k19, no nba
would’ve been 3 if i didn’t fly jka
leave that wasted, real+life gta
gang don’t talkin, unspoken, nda
knock, knock, who’s there? it’s nca
f+cks sake, eight floor, there’s no escape
chased and duck, we’re smoking 18 years (?)
sus like freddy, heard the rumour
reaper got a k!ller sense of humour
knock, knock, who’s there? it’s kenny krueger
this camden, culprit come like tooka
pop them doors, i get to chasing
if i win this race, you’ll die a loser
pop them doors, i get to chasing
if i win this race, you’ll die a loser
(die a loser, die a loser, die a loser, die a loser)

[outro]
(hl8)
(h1k made this)

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