TURNUPTHEKNOB Lyrics

(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)