[Intro] Ah, shit God, this mug It rings all day, I get text messages all day I cant edit nothing, I cant write nothing I cant call nobody I want to This shit has gotten out of control Why dont you answer my call, bro? Yo, ayy [Verse 1] My bow tie look futuristic, snake skins when I talk the business Got a couple people at my household thatll put a hole in yalls common senses My driveway like Carl Black, some shit aint drove in a couple weeks Got a Mustang GT, runs and drives Gettin lost, it disappears in the weeds Cause people pullin up droppin off their problems On my doorstep like a bunch of fuckin Mormons Still, Im goin crazy sittin in my closet Smokin all my weed and I dont feel like talkin Noise, I cant escape it, even in my head Homies want my money, bitches want my bed All I want is silence just to clear my head But I cant even get it, why I gotta beg? [Chorus] But I aint gonna beg no more, and I wont ask permission And I aint gonna feel bad for success that wasnt given If you shit talk behind closed doors, your room is full of bitches My household hold a savage and some savages live with me So dont come knockin, ohoh So dont come knockin So dont come knockin So dont, so dont, so dont come knockin So dont come knockin on it [Verse 2] Footsteps walkin on my front porch I can see it on surveillance when I take a shit As soon as I roll out my silky sheets Somebody tryna yank me to a meet and greet My fuckin driveway a mile long, got 26 trespassin signs I got two gates you gotta open yourself With a loggin chain thats wrapped around Made plenty posts sayin, Leave me be And if I dont know you, dont come knockknockknockin Eventually, Ima pop pop, stop it Then somebody finna pop, lock, drop it My symphony dont play sympathy If you seekin me to get a cent from me You gon finally see that I aint the me That I used to be, so get used to me cause Im Church [Chorus] But I aint gonna beg no more, and I wont ask permission And I aint gonna feel bad for success that wasnt given If you shit talk behind closed doors, your room is full of bitches My household hold a savage and some savages live with me So dont come knockin, ohoh So dont come knockin So dont come knockin So dont, so dont, so dont come knockin So dont come knockin on it [Verse 3] Look, take my advice since day one You fuckboys worried bout the wrong one Conduct yourself like a gentleman On a white horse with a boss gun Dont point to shoot if it aint worth the time Cause silence is a secret deadly weapon Im a mystery to the whole world Cause I only let em see a small percentage Im creek raised, got a couple demons But I killed em, tossed their darkness in the deep valley Now Im cruisin in a coupe, deep dark Twotoned, gettin parked by the valet Fuck opinions like theyre starrin in a porn My bitch bad and she let me click record I stay sweatin even when I dont perform Im on a track, and I trapped a country boy [Chorus] But I aint gonna beg no more, and I wont ask permission And I aint gonna feel bad for success that wasnt given If you shit talk behind closed doors, your room is full of bitches My household hold a savage and some savages live with me So dont come knockin, ohoh So dont come knockin So dont come knockin So dont, so dont, so dont come knockin So dont come knockin on it
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