Infamous Moon and Nicole Tripp - Kill Switch

I said where you from what hood you ain't official
Ima smoke your dumb ass up and put you right up in a swisher
Yea you talking like you bout it but ain't never met the reaper
It's gone be some repercussions since he laughing at them pictures
Man I told them turn me up since a war started
Preaching in the booth when I get loose I go retarted
It's a viral death wish for all them niggas who been plotting
I approved this message YST bitch ain't no stopping
Trenches Screaming telling me let's go
This for my brother 7boy we gone blow
To all my jungle killas
We gone start the show
We steppin for big Scotty Jay gang till I go
And I get tired of all these rappers fake dissing
I chose my card now I'm big ballin every season
My bitch get nasty Michael Jackson how I beat it
We scamming niggas in her DMs ain't no secret
That boy my son he fucking up he need a spanking
And fuck them schools the only thing I learned was bag chasing
The type of money that's gone make a bitch get ass naked
And only niggas from the trenches get what I'm saying
You see me smoking thugga we don't fuck with dezzy
He couldn't match my rap cuz we don't do the capping
He ain't from Compton it's the liggas he be repping
Man
And how you fuck on my big niece and then go flex it
You damn near 30 I ain't worrying bout what you texting
You think I'm dumb them little guns ain't gone blast shit
And y'all ain't never seen me like this let's get ratchet
Yea let's get ratchet
Starting these new habits
Like put all these hundreds and this glizzy in my mattress
They said I be capping nah I'm spazzing with my fashion
Ask that little nigga who got knocked in Donnas traffic
I walk the walk and talk the talk so what you trynna do
That asian boy be snitching talking like a interview
I'm with the action so far all this shit offended you
But you ain't make no type of comeback so let's get rid of you
I don't know why they live behind a fake page
Like we don't see them faces run around in LA
You not a rapper you a bitch that just be trolling
Set hopping, false claiming, little boy no city rolling
Bullets hit like idroprofun bitch cutthroat
Bitch I never been raided bitch you don't want no gun smoke
Yea float like a butterfly sting like a bee
Laughing at the opps cuz they big brother on a tee
I said where you from what hood you ain't official
Ima smoke your dumb ass up and put you right up in a swisher
Yea you talking like you bout it but ain't never met the reaper
It's gone be some repercussions since he laughing at them pictures
Man I told them turn me up since a war started
Preaching in the booth when I get loose I go retarted
It's a viral death wish for all them niggas who been plotting
I approved this message YST bitch ain't no stopping

Written by:
Lemoon Ford, Nicole Tripp

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