When we on road, we just kill shit

When we on go, hit the kill switch

When we on road, we just kill shit

When we on go, hit the kill switch

Me and my bros hit the kill switch

When we on road, we just kill shit

When we on road, we just kill shit

Goons say go, hit the kill switch

Came a long way from being wild as a shorty

At the ATM trippin', tappin' pockets with the .40 out

Bandana 'round the face,

Outlaw, Jesse James

Get caught, beat the case

Life's nothin' but a game

Spin your whole block with the Glock out

Hop out, pop **** even if the cops out

Dropouts run the city, shoot him out his socks

Now pops and his moms next, city go on lockdown

Damn, hit another lick with the broskies

Duffle bag trips, spend yo cheese

Got your baby momma on both knees

She wanna get a text back, ho please

Me and my bros hit the kill switch, kill shit

Feds wanna take us on a field trip

They be spying on the low and we just like man

Damn Daniel, back at it with the white vans?

When we on road, we just kill shit

When we on go, hit the kill switch

When we on road, we just kill shit

When we on go, hit the kill switch

Me and my bros hit the kill switch

When we on road, we just kill shit

When we on road, we just kill shit

Goons say go, hit the kill switch

Hank Trilla, pull up in your villa

I'm your villa villain

I go hard in the jungle just like a gorilla

Smoke residue up on my ceiling

I'm fishin' on IG, yeah I got them reels in

Pull up in a Gucci cardigan

Burn down the Mega Lo Mart again

Smoking on crack out a cart man

You got no bread boy you starving

Wet 'em up like a hurricane

I been smoking on crack cocaine

Leave a boy neck broken, I am not joking

Smokin' on a pack of your dead homie Logan

Hit the kill switch, fill 'em up with lead

Leave a fella dead, .39 in the head

Bodies in my shed, takin' meds

Sippin' red, I got butane bread

When we on road, we just kill shit

When we on go, hit the kill switch

When we on road, we just kill shit

When we on go, hit the kill switch

Me and my bros hit the kill switch

When we on road, we just kill shit

When we on road, we just kill shit

Goons say go, hit the kill switch

Goons say go, hit the kill switch

Goons say go, hit the kill switch

Take it back to the days on the block

Chillin' on the couch with the pump

While the bro cook thangs on the pot

We just getting to the money

Powder to bread is a miracle, boys got spiritual

Crib by the beach, got waves in my living room

Clip within reach, get slayed, I aint feelin' you

Get to the cheese, go ahead sign a deal or two

Wrist on freeze, yellow diamonds'll peek atchu

Damn shame, let it flame for the gang gang

Let it bang then take his chain, make his brains hang

Shells hot, they gon' pray for the rain rain

If we don't know who did it, we play the blame game

And I be like who at the top of this

Tower like I am, protectin' Metropolis

When we ride out, it's apocalypse

Sockin' you ****, I'm Tormentor Obelisk

She be like you want it sloppily papi

And I be like no, sit on top of it

Money a lot of it, she come around when we throw it

It looks like a lotto pick

And these dudes bitches like Fido

Girls say you boring, and I thrill her, no Michael

And then when I give her that D

It's just like therapy, we ended on a high note

Caught that fella lackin'

I stay pistol packin'

Always keep a concealed carry up in my jacket

I stay ready to crack it

That's a sawed off, I've been trippin' my balls off

Residue on my walls, yeah

I've been countin' up squalla

Propane powered Impala

I turn that muhfucka into a grave

Nobody safe when I got the AK

All of my percs laced, I just burned me a J

I'm throwin' dice, dirty my sprite

Oh shite, got you in my sight

I'm running lights, cookin' up rice

High like a kite, Peggy's my wife

I'm cookin' up white

Crack in my crib, no top on my whip

I chug and I sip

Smokin a zip, high like a blimp

Bobby a simp, I'm eatin my shrimp

Aim the chopper at yo belly button

Don't wanna hear it, don't tell me nothin

My base thumpin, my draco bumpin

Gotta take the crack out the oven

Always keep a piece, that's the truth

Gold up on my tooth

I just pulled up with the .22, hiding meth in my shoe

Peggy loose in the booth

Spittin' heat in the stew

The Feds don't know who, yeah they aint got a clue