Don’t Come Knockin’ Upchurch

[Intro]
Ah, shit
God, this mug
It rings all day, I get text messages all day
I can't edit nothing, I can't write nothing
I can't call nobody I want to
This shit has gotten out of control
(Why don't 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 that'll put a hole in y'all's common senses
My driveway like Carl Black, some shit ain't 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, I'm goin' crazy sittin' in my closet
Smokin' all my weed and I don't feel like talkin'
Noise, I can't 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 can't even get it, why I gotta beg?

[Chorus]
But I ain't gonna beg no more, and I won't ask permission
And I ain't gonna feel bad for success that wasn't 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 don't come knockin', oh-oh
So don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin'
So don't, so don't, so don't come knockin'
So don't come knockin' on it