Slob on My Knob ft. Stonergang Loco & Twicee Lyrics

Okay gang gang gang up in this muthafucka

I'm a backwood rollin' ass double cuppa

And when you haters back the fuck up off my nutsack I'ma need you to

Slob on my knob like corn on the cob

Okay bad bitch pop it on the split now that's a cold one

She gon' shake that ass all on the stick while Jay-O smoke some

Thought she was the shooter when she told me she wan blow some

She gon' rock the mic I'm the hype man when she go dumb

My pockets fat like Biggie they wanna hit em up

Mop stick a wet the floor I'm tryna clean the kitchen up

Loco look we ballin' on these niggas and we 20 up

Banana clip I'm in a givin mood I donate 50 bucks

I taught myself how not to give a fuck

A couple grands I can get this bitch slammin' not the Denny's brunch

I wake up early rollin' Goofy's pourin' Henny up

Nasty ass nigga tryna fuck like I ain't get enough

Yeah baby pull up if you need it we got plenty stuff

Can't stop cause I won't stop shit I can't get enough

You don't really do this actin' dumb like you ain't did it huh

Slob on my knob like corn on the cob

All My fiends they just wanna shop we givin' testers out

Teach a fiend how to spend they cash we givin' lessons out

CPS nigga fuck yo' kids we'll stretch em out

Niggas always talkin' shootin' shit until the weapon out

That a scare a nigga and his dreams like a haunted house

Hit her then I leave to the block cause it's time to bounce

Jay-O off these five woods we a burn a ounce

Cherries so big if it drop it can burn a house

This lil bitch mouth so fire she probably burn the couch

Naw I'll never snitch but that's word to mouth

Twice let's hit her ass twice then tell her bounce

Niggas think cause I'm pourin' up I be sellin' ounces

I could have some niggas in yo' crib like we sellin' houses

With some hoes that love to give head I call it tongue massages

If you make my toes curl up then you might get a stylist

Suck it up now go watch me bust it like a pistol probably

Slob on my knob like corn on the cob

I feel better when I make it like the last shot do

Watch me shoot up from the bottom just like ass shots do

Come with everything you need like the stash box do

She ain't want it with the jimmy gotta blast off

Tryna reach me I'm too high I'm way out of your sky

Where's your sky New York skies even in the dark

I shine Britling baguettes ten bricks on my wrist

Bitch don't you ever forget like a dog with some sense

And since you had your good time while me and J.J. were just tryin

To fuck this game and then stick a dynamite up your behind

I Anthony Otis and got a money pussy and love

Came back on this here track to say I'm back to fuck y'all up

Don't get it twisted it is crazy enough or must I come rough

Stop playin come on go deep but she like yo' hands too rough

But I'm sayin' tryna see if it's true how you say it how you do with no hands

Slob slob on my knob like corn on the cob