Knock Knock Lyrics – M24 & Tion Wayne

Knock Knock Lyrics – M24 & Tion Wayne is the latest English song, produced by M24 & Tion Wayne. Knock Knock Lyrics are written by M24 & Tion Wayne.

Knock Knock Song Details:

Knock Knock Lyrics

Mm-mm, yo
Hello, it’s a Glock, knock knock
Pen-peng ting wanna (Peng ting wanna)
(Andy [?] 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? (Ay), stop-stop, who cares?
You ain’t gonna shoot that gun, you scared (Brah, brah, brah)
Pen-peng ting wanna uh-huh
Got an African girl that wanna uh-huh
Even got a Mali that wanna uh-uh
Even got a yardy 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 lag
Broski still tryna score (Yup), Vardy
You know I got love for my African girls
But I love me a yardy (Uh-huh)
And I got one from the States with me
And 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
Whippin’ in a ride ’cause eye for eye (Mm-mm)
Never eyed bro, head down to the 9 (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 their statics are bunned to a 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)
Bop when I walk, pon’ man is heavy weight (Boom)
Pree all my opp streams all last year (Brah, brah, brah)
And my manager made more anyway

Hello, it’s a Glock (Brah), knock knock, who’s there?
Baddie wanna do shop-shop (Mm-mm), move here
What you gonna do? (Yo), stop-stop, who cares?
You ain’t gonna shoot that gun, you scared (Brah, brah, brah, brah)
Pen-peng ting wanna uh-huh
Got an African girl that wanna uh-huh
Even got a Mali that wanna uh-uh
Even got a yardy 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 [?], Tivoli gardens
Crocodile teeth on a ride full of sounds
Banged 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? (Yo), stop-stop, who cares?
You ain’t gonna shoot that gun, you scared
Pen-peng ting wanna uh-huh
Got an African girl that wanna uh-huh
Even got a Mali that wanna uh-uh
Even got a yardy 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 African girl that wanna
Pen-peng ting wanna
Got an African girl that wanna
Even got a Mali that wanna
Even got a yardy that wanna

Hello, it’s a Glock, knock knock, who’s there?
Baddie wanna do shop-shop (Mm-mm), move here
What you gonna do? (Yo), stop-stop, who cares?
You ain’t gonna shoot that gun, you scared (Brah, brah, brah, brah)
Pen-peng ting wanna uh-huh
Got an African girl that wanna uh-huh
Even got a Mali that wanna uh-uh
Even got a yardy that wanna uh-huh

Knock Knock Music Video