TURNUPTHEKNOB (feat. 808dash!)
(Aight Dash, I need you on this mothafucka for me real quick)
(There ain't nobody that can turn this up like 808!)
(Let's get it, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!)
Knock, knock, knock
Why the fuck you let me in?
Pussy nigga, No I'm not ya friend
Watch me put these pussies to an end
Know they see this money coming in
I been steady thumbing through the M's
No shouldn't fuck her but I did
Dear god forgive me for my sins
But I might have to fuck his bitch again
Yeah I'm from the trenches bitch the dens
Jakes they got pops up in the pen
I can only see him through the lens
I'll stomp all the snakes up in my timbs
Yes, I'm in a foreign peep the rims
Fuck with me I hope that you can swim
Niggas call me reaper cause I'm grim
Play with me I'm taking off ya limbs
Turn up the knob
Drifting through St. Louis with it
Turn up the knob
We never leave no witnesses we
Turn up the knob
We the two you wouldn't wanna fuck with
Turn up the knob
Fucking psychopathic schizophrenic
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch killas (Aye, aye)
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch smacking killas (Goddamn)
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch killas (Let's go)
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch smacking killas (Aye)
My shits that cinematic instant classic Michael Jackson thriller
When she throw that ass its like elastic aint plastic she realer
Credit cards are maxed but she be counting stacks think she a strippa
You won't catch me asking keep the music blasting through St. Louis
Bitch go turn it up never turn it down you always hear us
We straight burning runts, fucking pounding shots of ever clear
You Gotta problem with the way we do this shit you'll disappear
I'll Toss your pussy ass up in the back of Dash's cavalier
And Spin the wheels
Cause thats just how we roll I hope I've made it clear
You cant touch this mothafucka I'm quick with it like Holyfield
Anybody tryna get a couple rounds you know im here
I'll beat that ass and leave you in the past good luck on a new career
I ain't got no fear
Turn up the knob
Drifting through St. Louis with it
Turn up the knob
We never leave no witnesses we
Turn up the knob
We the two you wouldn't wanna fuck with
Turn up the knob
We some psychopathic schizophrenic
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch killas (Aye, aye)
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch smacking killas (Goddamn)
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch killas (Let's go)
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch smacking killas (Aye)
(There ain't nobody that can turn this up like 808!)
(Let's get it, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!)
Knock, knock, knock
Why the fuck you let me in?
Pussy nigga, No I'm not ya friend
Watch me put these pussies to an end
Know they see this money coming in
I been steady thumbing through the M's
No shouldn't fuck her but I did
Dear god forgive me for my sins
But I might have to fuck his bitch again
Yeah I'm from the trenches bitch the dens
Jakes they got pops up in the pen
I can only see him through the lens
I'll stomp all the snakes up in my timbs
Yes, I'm in a foreign peep the rims
Fuck with me I hope that you can swim
Niggas call me reaper cause I'm grim
Play with me I'm taking off ya limbs
Turn up the knob
Drifting through St. Louis with it
Turn up the knob
We never leave no witnesses we
Turn up the knob
We the two you wouldn't wanna fuck with
Turn up the knob
Fucking psychopathic schizophrenic
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch killas (Aye, aye)
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch smacking killas (Goddamn)
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch killas (Let's go)
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch smacking killas (Aye)
My shits that cinematic instant classic Michael Jackson thriller
When she throw that ass its like elastic aint plastic she realer
Credit cards are maxed but she be counting stacks think she a strippa
You won't catch me asking keep the music blasting through St. Louis
Bitch go turn it up never turn it down you always hear us
We straight burning runts, fucking pounding shots of ever clear
You Gotta problem with the way we do this shit you'll disappear
I'll Toss your pussy ass up in the back of Dash's cavalier
And Spin the wheels
Cause thats just how we roll I hope I've made it clear
You cant touch this mothafucka I'm quick with it like Holyfield
Anybody tryna get a couple rounds you know im here
I'll beat that ass and leave you in the past good luck on a new career
I ain't got no fear
Turn up the knob
Drifting through St. Louis with it
Turn up the knob
We never leave no witnesses we
Turn up the knob
We the two you wouldn't wanna fuck with
Turn up the knob
We some psychopathic schizophrenic
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch killas (Aye, aye)
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch smacking killas (Goddamn)
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch killas (Let's go)
Pistol packing, number stacking, bitch smacking killas (Aye)
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Writer(s): Micah Sanders
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