Knots Weiland

[Intro]
She want my knots
Yeah, yeah, turn me up, bro
She want my knots, she want my knots, she want my knots
Oh, shit, I'm fuckin' with this, turn me up
Yeah, she want my knots
She want my knots

[Chorus]
Movin' with the scales, yeah, I do that a lot
Pulled up in a foreign 'cause I'm chasin' my knots
Up my clientele, yeah, I do that a lot
Don't do lots of talkin' 'cause I can't fuck with opps

[Verse]
Pull up to your block and I make that shit hot
Baby, if I pull up, then you gotta serve top
Helmut Lang jeans, yeah, I keep 'em cropped
Vetements on me, yeah, ya know how I rock (How I rock)
And I'm taxin' five bands just to fuck me (Just to fuck)
My people hate that my soul ugly (Juug, juug)
But I'm just sad that they won't love me (Won't love me)
The way I hit these juugs, I feel so lucky (Feel so lucky)
Yes, I'm off the Xans', so I guess I am a barhead (Barhead)
Hundred-round drum, if I pull up then they all dead (Knots)
Run off on the plug with the gang, and we break bread (She want my knots)
I won't stop finessin' till I know my whole team fed