Kill Switch (feat. Hank Trill)

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 niggas 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 niggas, 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