[Verse 1: 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 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
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