Still Knockin lyrics

[Hook: Lil Keke]
Still knocking that BeatKing, grippin' wood when I roll up
Still reppin' that purp sh*t, hater n*gga better hold up

[Verse 1: BeatKing]
Still knocking that BeatKing, riding slab with three screens
With a mixed b*tch she on coke, she on lean, she see things
Studewood that H-sh*t
Trill n*gga no fake sh*t
Broke n*ggas on my di*k but that's why I used to kiss your b*tch face with
Northside I rep that, like Keke I'm a don n*gga
I don't smoke I'm paranoid in VIP I got a gun n*gga
Been shot at, I shot back, on the road try to stack that mill
These thirsty hoes be at all my shows, throwin' ass these n*gga wanna kill me
My manager is my baby mama, she with that drama
We want that check, if you ain't got that paper, no conversation
Don't say sh*t to me, no disrespect
5 years deep in the game
Still stackin' cheese for the fam
2 15's in the back, let my trunk wave [?]

[Hook: Lil Keke]
Still knocking that BeatKing, grippin' wood when I roll up
Still reppin' that purp sh*t, hater n*gga better hold up

[Verse 2: BeatKing]
Still reppin' that purp sh*t
Top down at a limelight
b*tch you get in my slab you sucking di*k hoe get your mind right
I shine bright like eight suns
V life hoe shake some
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Northside we texan
What's up to that Southside, they top down, they drippin' sauce
My whip clean paint drippy gloss
b*tches to boss, but I'm not Slim (ha)
My pockets the opposite, curve a boppy b*tch at Metropolis
My wrist on some hockey sh*t, skate hoe
Club God I stack pesos
Flow hard like [?]
My di*k in your b*tch face tho
And she kiss you in your mouth she fake bro
That's f*cked up
Texas Hammer Gangs what's up
It's f*ck you if it's f*ck us
I'm too trill, still packing and still
[Hook: Lil Keke]
Still knocking that BeatKing, grippin' wood when I roll up
Still reppin' that purp sh*t, hater n*gga better hold up