Tion Wayne & M24 – Knock Knock Lyrics

Mm-mm, yo
Hello, it’s a Glock, knock knock
Pen-peng ting wanna (peng ting wanna)
(Andy on the Beat)
Brah, brah, brah

Hello, it’s a Glock, knock knock, who’s there? (Bow)
Baddie wanna do shop-shop, move here (ay)
What you gonna do?, stop-stop, who cares? (Ay)
You ain’t gonna shoot that gun, you scared (brah, brah, brah)

Pen-peng ting wanna, (uh-huh)
Got an Afrikaans girl that wanna, (uh-huh)
Even got a Mali that wanna, (uh-uh)
Even got a Yardie that wanna, (uh-huh)

Might take my Mali girl to the guri
Or I might get freaky with it in a gaari (yes)
Stepped out of xabsi, back to the lacag
Broski still tryna score, Vardy (yup)
You know I got love for my Afrikaans girls
But I love me a yardie (uh-huh)
And I got one from the States with nyash
She a real bad B like Cardi B (Cardi)

You ain’t gonna beat that shit, you’re scared
I bet you won’t act like that in the flesh
In a field like Sterling, causin’ pressure
I went ’round ‘dem sides, you know the rest (uh-huh)
I got so much gyal obsessed (facts)
What do you expect? Look at my neck (uh)
Look at my wrist (uh), look how it lit (uh, mm-mm, yo)
Made another big bag, got niggas depressed

What the fuck have you done? Don’t lie
When your brudda get bun, don’t cry
Take a look at that– (uh-huh)
Take a look at that bum, oh my
Weapon in a ride ’cause eye for an eye (mm-mm)
Never I brought Ed down to the nine (brah, brah)
Tell KSI he can slide anytime (grrt)
I ain’t got time to reply to bitch niggas (aye)

Opps tryna claim they’re big hitters (woo)
But they signed six albums for six figures (bruck)
Said she wanna chill with the big boys (aye)
Baby, come chill with rich niggas (brah)
Racks on the crib, let’s renovate (aye, aye)
But when I wan’ pop mine, it’s heavyweight (boom)
Pree all my opp streams all last year (brah, brah, brah)
And my manager made more anyway

Hello, it’s a Glock, knock knock, who’s there?
Baddie wanna do shop-shop, move here (mm-mm)
What you gonna do?, stop-stop, who cares? (Yo)
You ain’t gonna shoot that gun, you scared

Pen-peng ting wanna, (uh-huh)
Got an Afrikaans girl that wanna, (uh-huh)
Even got a Mali that wanna, (uh-uh)
Even got a Yardie that wanna, (uh-huh)

I got Europeans singin’ my tunes (no cap)
I got Asians singin’ my tunes (uh-huh)
Even got the opps singin’ my tunes
In jail, I had the CM singin’ my tunes (yes, yes, yes)
Fill it up with gyal til’ there’s no more room (made a mil’)
Made a mil’, still, you can get plugged like Fumez
Bad B, she just wanna shake it, bend that back
Let’s take that shit to the room (uh-uh-huh)

Heard a man got shot, R. Kelly (sorry)
All these streams, now, I’m on telly (mm-mm)
So when I back my shank like eh-eh (eh-eh?)
They’re like “Kilonshele?” (Bow)
I was in JA, Tivoli Gardens
Crocodile teeth with the rifle sounds
Bang so hard, I was shittin’ myself (brah, brah)
‘Cah I thought he was dead on the ground (brah)

Hello, it’s a Glock, knock knock, who’s there?
Baddie wanna do shop-shop, move here (mm-mm)
What you gonna do?, stop-stop, who cares? (Yo)
You ain’t gonna shoot that gun, you scared

Pen-peng ting wanna, (uh-huh)
Got an Afrikaans girl that wanna, (uh-huh)
Even got a Mali that wanna, (uh-uh)
Even got a Yardie that wanna, (uh-huh)

Hello, it’s a Glock, knock knock
Pen-peng ting wanna (mm-mm)
What you gonna do? Stop-stop
Got an Afrikaans girl that wanna
Pen-peng ting wanna
Got an Afrikaans girl that wanna
Even got a Mali that wanna
Even got a yardie that wanna

Hello, it’s a Glock, knock knock, who’s there?
Baddie wanna do shop-shop, move here (mm-mm)
What you gonna do?, stop-stop, who cares? (Yo)
You ain’t gonna shoot that gun, you scared (brah, brah, brah, brah)

Pen-peng ting wanna, (uh-huh)
Got an Afrikaans girl that wanna, (uh-huh)
Even got a Mali that wanna, (uh-uh)
Even got a Yardie that wanna, (uh-huh)