Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Knotts, artist - UnoTheActivist.
Date of issue: 27.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Knotts |
Damn, I’m like |
It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you, I’m just too high |
Too high to talk to you, for real |
(Sound different) |
Looking in my pockets, wondering why it got some knots in it |
I ain’t capping, ain’t you say you a shooter? |
Ain’t shot nobody yet (Cap) |
Big cap, know the life you live a lot of façade in it (Cap) |
Niggas know I stay with juice like my name was Project Pat (Swear) |
Heard you made it out and lost it like you brought the projects back |
Sent my bro some dogfood, turned him to a copycat (Dig?) |
Sent lil' baby a football, stay in the pocket like quarterback |
Sippin' on some Morton Grove, too high to talk, I’ll call you back |
The more I be sippin', the more I get fat (What?) |
The more I be whippin', the more I get racks |
The more that she spitting, the harder I get |
She melted my heart with a bottle of Tech |
She rubbed me like I’m a genie in bottle, she pushed it and showed it a little |
affection |
Nigga be owing me money and fiending, bitch, you know when I pull up, |
it’s time to collect (What?) |
Go double codeine, it’s time to get lit |
Go dump in the dump, I got Glock on the hip |
I’m not a slave, but got chains in the whip |
Spin the whole block, you gon' pay for this shit |
The chopper get sent to the grave off rip |
Yeah, we takin' his chains off rip |
Chase him down the block, seventeen in clip |
You better watch how you be moving your lip |
Looking in my pockets, wondering why it got some knots in it |
I ain’t capping, ain’t you say you a shooter? |
Ain’t shot nobody yet |
Big cap, know the life you live a lot of façade in it |
Niggas know I stay with juice like my name was Project Pat (What?) |
Heard you made it out and lost it like you brought the projects back |
Sent my bro some dogfood, turned him to a copycat |
Sent lil' baby a football, stay in the pocket like quarterback |
Sippin' on some Morton Grove, too high to talk, I’ll call you back |