Kill Switch Lyrics - Singles - Sir Michael Rocks

It's the skinny nigga, Triple Six 

Fuck I got 'em horrified 

Run up on 'em with the stick, i'm bussin till the morning time 

Drill a nigga like a loose socket, yeah it's turtle time 

Shells on top of shells, running pockets like a suicide 

I'm in love with the bangers 

Yeah it's boy meets world and I'm fucking Topanga 

If you run up I'll change ya 

Got my gun up from sun up to sun up 

I never knew another motherfucker who could ride against me 

Whole lotta money from the bottom with me 

You try to get me, drive a Bentley to the side of Kennedy 

Nigga act a fool 

Howling at the moon, keeping vipers as pets 

I'm hella picky with the bitches that I like to select 

But if you got peas or them cookies then we might could connect 

And you will get your ass changed like your diaper was wet 

You run up on us with dat boy 

Two cannons strapped on my shoulder like a Blastoise 

What the fuck was that noise 

When the Glock pop, nigga 9 shots to your body 

Now you're food for the earthworm 

Chop chop, move fast when i'm coming for that ass 

I'ma blast, I'ma buck, I'ma let it burn 

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Fuck school nigga, kill shit 

Hit the kill switch 

Kill Bill shit 

Not the one you wanna deal with 

Well I be posted with a selected few 

Pop that pussy, that's a nice ass view 

My homies are real and you really ain't true 

Met a bitch by the bay, never say "I do" 

She wanna get with me, she wanna be in my city 

Shit, I don't even know her like that 

So get back 'fore your ass get attacked by the pack 

And I never do slack 

2 Phones Shawty, they be dancing like the need a pole 

My niggas shoot (shoot) bitch, like they need a ghost 

Bought 2 phones, 2 cups stowed so I fucked her twice 

See my niggas face the blunt, she can't even face life 

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I say bitch it's lil Pouya, no need for no rumors 

No need for no losers, my bitch cool but i'm cooler 

Fifty-five pussy old cougar 

Oh my God, I really can't breathe 

Walk over me, i'ma break your knees 

Miami is where I be 

And bitch it's double cleaned in bleach 

Need a zanpakuto just to cut it 

And if a nigga try to run up 

Finna leave his ass looking like a hollow 

Bands, by the lead singer 

Went solo and got made 

And "Keeping Up With Kim K." the only time you seen 'ye