Who's that knocking at my window
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
Who's that knocking at my window
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
Sittin' on my left
Sittin' on my right
Who that who this, mixed lineage in sight
And slighted, might just
Be copping feels off Midas
In the field of reeds, disclose my deeds turn wrongs into writings
Cause see the lex was menudo and the civic pilaf
Porsche cayenne dinero 56 grams of drop
I'm hot
Plus I'm down if my homie calls
But I'ma goddamn bum so I hope my homie balls
Five three seven eight, rocking double zeros
Salada de vinete and the vegan gyros
Just duality, my intellect is my hourly
So think twice and get right before knocking my salary
Bring the hammer down on soft pavement
Gunning with a Caucasian
Caught cases fakie switch
Lots left vacant
Just some doom with some ill will
Live for some cheap thrills wheels off the ground
Tryna find my head space like
Who's that knocking at my window
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
I'm talking to you
See right through black hole where the stylus chewed up
Misused when the crew come, cut loose
Two to the head clipped tight, see the red eyes
No need for night crawl hand in a side bar
Take a stand up and dive bomb
What's left is what you right for, no life wrong
Insight forms, mic call
Ring Mike Thai
I bite pads to keep my life on
Past cycle through the sights sought
Back and my guns are loaded
Can't f*ck with the shit I'm toting
Bitch I carry heavy got a bop loaded in the trigger
Best believe I make it hot
I'm a R&B singer make that shit linger in your mind
Hit me one more time it should be a crime way I beat the beat so cold
This the shit I live for, I don't keep score
I'm just tryna reach inside your soul and make you feel more
Knocking on my shit
Knocking on my shit
Knocking on my shit
Knocking on my
Who's that knocking at my window
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
Who's that knocking at my window
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
Who's That Video (MV)
Performed By: Adobe House
Length: 2:54
Written by: Danish Faizi, Elias Faizi, Elias Wiley, John Ricker, Jonathan Galdamez
Adobe House - Who's That Lyrics
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Who's that knocking at my window
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
Who's that knocking at my window
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
Sittin' on my left
Sittin' on my right
Who that who this, mixed lineage in sight
And slighted, might just
Be copping feels off Midas
In the field of reeds, disclose my deeds turn wrongs into writings
Cause see the lex was menudo and the civic pilaf
Porsche cayenne dinero 56 grams of drop
I'm hot
Plus I'm down if my homie calls
But I'ma goddamn bum so I hope my homie balls
Five three seven eight, rocking double zeros
Salada de vinete and the vegan gyros
Just duality, my intellect is my hourly
So think twice and get right before knocking my salary
Bring the hammer down on soft pavement
Gunning with a Caucasian
Caught cases fakie switch
Lots left vacant
Just some doom with some ill will
Live for some cheap thrills wheels off the ground
Tryna find my head space like
Who's that knocking at my window
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
I'm talking to you
See right through black hole where the stylus chewed up
Misused when the crew come, cut loose
Two to the head clipped tight, see the red eyes
No need for night crawl hand in a side bar
Take a stand up and dive bomb
What's left is what you right for, no life wrong
Insight forms, mic call
Ring Mike Thai
I bite pads to keep my life on
Past cycle through the sights sought
Back and my guns are loaded
Can't f*ck with the shit I'm toting
Bitch I carry heavy got a bop loaded in the trigger
Best believe I make it hot
I'm a R&B singer make that shit linger in your mind
Hit me one more time it should be a crime way I beat the beat so cold
This the shit I live for, I don't keep score
I'm just tryna reach inside your soul and make you feel more
Knocking on my shit
Knocking on my shit
Knocking on my shit
Knocking on my
Who's that knocking at my window
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
Who's that knocking at my window
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
Who's that knocking at my window
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
Sittin' on my left
Sittin' on my right
Who that who this, mixed lineage in sight
And slighted, might just
Be copping feels off Midas
In the field of reeds, disclose my deeds turn wrongs into writings
Cause see the lex was menudo and the civic pilaf
Porsche cayenne dinero 56 grams of drop
I'm hot
Plus I'm down if my homie calls
But I'ma goddamn bum so I hope my homie balls
Five three seven eight, rocking double zeros
Salada de vinete and the vegan gyros
Just duality, my intellect is my hourly
So think twice and get right before knocking my salary
Bring the hammer down on soft pavement
Gunning with a Caucasian
Caught cases fakie switch
Lots left vacant
Just some doom with some ill will
Live for some cheap thrills wheels off the ground
Tryna find my head space like
Who's that knocking at my window
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
I'm talking to you
See right through black hole where the stylus chewed up
Misused when the crew come, cut loose
Two to the head clipped tight, see the red eyes
No need for night crawl hand in a side bar
Take a stand up and dive bomb
What's left is what you right for, no life wrong
Insight forms, mic call
Ring Mike Thai
I bite pads to keep my life on
Past cycle through the sights sought
Back and my guns are loaded
Can't f*ck with the shit I'm toting
Bitch I carry heavy got a bop loaded in the trigger
Best believe I make it hot
I'm a R&B singer make that shit linger in your mind
Hit me one more time it should be a crime way I beat the beat so cold
This the shit I live for, I don't keep score
I'm just tryna reach inside your soul and make you feel more
Knocking on my shit
Knocking on my shit
Knocking on my shit
Knocking on my
Who's that knocking at my window
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
Who's that knocking at my window
Who's that banging on my inbox shit
Who's that gunning with no ammo
Who's that running with no stamina
Writer: Danish Faizi, Elias Faizi, Elias Wiley, John Ricker, Jonathan Galdamez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid