EXTRA LOUD (ft. FLUXX)
Hook:
Everybody wanna f** around wit this clique
We be getting extra loud in this b**h
Pull up to the house party like “Yo”
I'ma roll a f**ing ounce in this crib
Swear to God I'm tryna f** around wit this b**h
Play my song she said that's my sh**
Giving no f**s every time we show up
Ain't no turning down in this b**h
FLUXX
All about the money, all about the money
Cause I ain't f**ing wit these thotties they all sound the same
God dam
Time to twist up
They watching if I slip up
Hopping out of bed still shining in my slippers yo
f** them other n***as cause I'm down for n***as yo
f** them other n***as they ain't riding in my vehicle
Text from the ex tryna holla back
I used to really love the s** now I'm off that
I'm trying to explain that I'm just doing me
It's better for ya to ignore the insecurities
Stop acting up tweeting all that crazy sh**
Looking like a crazy b**h
You should know I hate that sh**
A lot of people I ain't f**ing wit
Cutting everyone off that comes across suspect
Up by sunrise going hard till sunset
In my grind mode putting on for my set
Talk is cheap
You awfully weak
I outta leave
Bring your b**h back to the crib commit robbery
Sipping this gla** wit some weed man that's all I need
Everybody rollin' n***a welcome to the Northeast
KNOCKOUT
Tryna make a mothaf**ing cloud in this b**h
Sip a bunch of liquor might drown in this sh**
Still grabbing my cup straight downing this sh**
Every time I hit the stage they get down wit the kid
D-down wit kid
Is you down wit this sh** or nah
I need a b**h that can sip Ciroc and twist the weed
Lighting up Christmas trees
b**h it's Knock when I rock
500 degrees make it hot don't stop
I'm coming off the top when I'm dropping this so properly
I hear these other rappers and I'm thinking
I am probably the sickest twenty year old jumping on the beat
So stop it when you think of f**ing crossing me
I ought be chilling like boss driving fast a** cars
But that's what I'm working hard for
There really ain't no stopping me
Ima make sure my momma proud of me
Doing what I got to do to get these rhymes up outta me
Like f** the economy I'm bouta hit the lottery
Looking at these stars like I'm studying astronomy
But honestly these co*ks**ers really ain't as hot as me
If you really f** wit Knock then come rock wit me
I just pop up cause a bunch of f**ing ruckus then I roll
Just a bunch of young mothaf**ers living in the moment
I break a bunch of bud up then I roll
FinnaRAGE is the movement
You can't control it