Kill Switch - Sir Michael Rocks, Robb Bank$, Pouya

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 P’s of 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

Fuck school nigga, kill shit

Hit the kill switch

Kill Bill shit

Not the one you wanna deal with

Fuck school nigga, kill shit

Hit the kill switch

Kill Bill shit

Not the one you wanna deal with

Not the one you wanna deal with

Not the one you wanna deal with

Not the one you wanna deal with

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

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

Fuck school nigga, kill shit

Hit the kill switch

Kill Bill shit

Not the one you wanna deal with

Fuck school nigga, kill shit

Hit the kill switch

Kill Bill shit

Not the one you wanna deal with

Not the one you wanna deal with

Not the one you wanna deal with

Not the one you wanna deal with

Not the one you wanna deal with