La Di Da Di Da Slob On My Knob Lyrics was Officially sung by Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar, Future & James Blake and this song was released in January 11, 2018.
La Di Da Di Da Slob On My Knob Lyrics
[Chorus]
Miss me with that b^llSh^t (b^llSh^t)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist)
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made five-hundred-thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (The weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)
[Verse 1]
And it's like that, lil' bi^^h
MVP, I don't get no sleep, no, I don't like that, lil' bi^^h
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah, that bite back, lil' bi^^h
Do it bite back, lil' bi^^h? Need two life jackets, lil' bi^^h
I ain't gon' hold you, I ain't gon' press you, never control you
I ain't gon' front you, keep it one-hundred, I don't know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin' over
Stutter steppin', got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I've been ready, my whip been ready, my bi^^h been ready, my clique been
ready
My sh^t's been ready, my check's been ready, my shot's on full, that's
Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y'all ready, my tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get
it
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up, my name gon' hold up, my team
gon' hold up
My shots gon' fire, my team gon' roll up, ménage à trois, my queen gon' roll
up
I hope y'all ready, you know I'm ready, I reign all day, you know,
confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it,
skrrt
[Chorus]
Miss me with that b^llSh^t (b^llSh^t)
You're not a gang member, you's a tourist (A tourist)
I be blackin' out, I be blackin' out
Bought an '83 Cutlass for the weekend (For the weekend)
I got a hundred-thousand, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it)
I made five-hundred-thousand, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
f^^k his baby mama, tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it)
I haven't made my mind up, should I keep it? (Should I keep it?)
I got big dawg status, it ain't no secret
[Bridge]
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, f^^k me in the car
La di da di da, mothaf^^k the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
bi^^h, I'm on a roll, and I put that on the gang
[Chorus]
Yeah, miss me with that b^llSh^t (b^llSh^t)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist)
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made five-hundred-thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (The weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)
[Interlude]
Changes
Is you gon' do somethin'?
(What you want?)
[Refrain]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like
[Verse 2]
We like fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin' ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin' for euphoria
But I don't see it, I don't feel it, I'm paraplegic
Tapped in when I'm maxed in Comp-Town with the MAC-10s
And the pumps in the background I was absent
Never OG, standout, I was lackin'
Everything else, but doubt in the Magnum
Holdin' Magnums with a Magnum
ni^^a, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, "Nope," I was like, "Bùyào, bùyào"
(Yeah, God)
Tee off the day, know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, "Off ya head"
Well ate, on C4, I'm way off the edge
f^^k integrity, f^^k your pedigree, f^^k your feelings, f^^k your culture
f^^k your moral, f^^k your family, f^^k your tribe
f^^k your land, f^^k your children, f^^k your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y'all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
[Refrain]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars
Writer(s): Twon Beatz, 30 Roc, James Blake, Future, Jay Rock, Sounwave, Mike WiLL Made-It, Teddy Walton & Kendrick Lamar.