Sophia Scott, Iggy Azalea & Renee Blair Knock Yourself Out

Quit wasting all my damn time
You got one toe in, let me teach you how to swim
Keep your nickels, baby, I’m a dime
With thick hips, pink lips, like salt around the rim

Honestly, this is overdue
I’m making your mind up for you
Gonna do you, then do you

Knock yourself out
If you wanna fall from heaven just to go land yourself a seven
Yeah, knock yourself out
Go take a look around

I don’t got no doubts
You’re gonna be in for lonely weather
So I packed up your favorite sweater
‘Cause it’s cold out

You sure found a sure way to let yourself down
So go ahead, knock, knock, knock yourself out

(Come on Renee) Ooh
Oh, oh, oh, yeah (Come on)

I don’t mean to pump my own tires
But I’m the truth times two
A girl you’re gonna hate to lose

Look behind you, there’s a long line
Of good men, no boys
Yeah, I’m canceling the noise

Honestly, this is overdue
I’m making your mind up for you
If you’re gonna do you, then do you (Come on)

Knock yourself out
If you wanna fall from heaven just to go land yourself a seven
Yeah, knock yourself out
Go take a look around

I don’t got no doubts
You’re gonna be in for lonely weather
So I packed up your favorite sweater
‘Cause it’s cold out

You sure found a sure way to let yourself down
So go ahead, knock, knock, knock yourself out

Look
All loyalty ever got me was getting sloppy
Waking up, crying tears in my Irish coffee
If disrespect was a weapon, then I think you shot me
And yeah, you having fun with Brandy but this bitch is not me

Baby, I’m grown, I’m well equipped to hold my own
And I’ll be quick to block your number when I see it on my phone
They say that life’s a joke that’s why I’m laughing at you now
You better stop the circus act, nobody wanna fuck a clown, lil’ bitch

Who do you think you, who do you think you
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you, who do you think you
Who do you think you are?

Knock yourself out
If you wanna fall from heaven just to go land yourself a seven
Yeah, knock yourself out
Go take a look around

I don’t got no doubts
You’re gonna be in for lonely weather
So I packed up your favorite sweater
‘Cause it’s cold out

You sure found a sure way to let yourself down
So go ahead, knock, knock, knock yourself out

Hey
Knock, knock, knock yourself out

Written by: Derek Fuhrmann, Iggy Azalea, Jason Saenz, Renee Blair, Sophia Scott