Knock - Curren$y, Cornerboy P

All our shit knock, all our shit knock

All our shit knock, all our shit knock

Every time that we drop, all our shit hot

All our shit knock, all our shit knock

All stand in the driveway, from my blue six-tre

Low rider problems them bitches break every day

If you really bout it you gotta pay to play

Cost to be the boss, ain’t that what they say?

Diamonds, Voss water, gloss, candy paint

Sweet tooth, you get cavities from my Chevrolet

14 karat gold Rollie, skates on the Wraith, motherfucker I don’t play

Never did any day, more cake on the way

Nigga paper plates or fine China

It don’t matter it don’t make me, no never mind bruh

We gon' turn the whole industry into a diner

All our shit knock, all our shit knock (la-di-da, la-di-da)

All our shit knock (jet life, jet life), all our shit knock (jet life, jet life)

It ain’t no motherfuckin' question, you see it, know it’s P

All of our shit knock, all of our shit clean

Got the whole parkin' lot candy and on D’s

Mine triple gold and only plays Underground Kings

Gettin' mainstream dough off these underground rhymes

Still bustin' O’s down, got a couple on me now

20 for the wipe down, got me feeling like I’m Boosie

Gas tank on E but my pockets hella Blueski’s

Brought not built, if I buy it I rebuild

Know it dropped this year and I copped this year

Got the '96 tucked, might pull out this year

Been broke, came up shit I outlived my fears

Like if it’s there cheap, what’s gon' take to get it here?

That bitch know I’ma cheat so she can miss me with them tears

I’m tryna come through foreign then pull up and disappear

Like first class alright, but ain’t nothing like them Lear’s

All our shit knock (la-di-da, la-di-da), all our shit knock (jet life, jet life)

All our shit knock (jet life)

All our shit knock (la-di-da, la-di-da), all our shit knock (jet life, jet life)

All our shit knock (jet life)

La-di-da, la-di-da, jet life, jet life

La-di-da, la-di-da, jet life, jet life