Sir Michael Rocks - FYE lyrics

[Pouya] Pull up with that .44 right side of my hip You keep on talkin' bout' your money but your money a myth Plus you a busta' Lollipop s**a Wu-Tang with your honey I'm bringing the ruckus Hop out the whip when I dip out the function Hoes gon' follow Swallow bottles sh**ty models Got me feelin' like I won the lotto Lookin' down on you rappers I am Aristotle I am the goat I am the one that yo momma gon' quote I am the reason your girl got hand prints on her throat The reason your life is a joke Chokin' her out Slappin' her mouth Still reppin' that South Side Slugs Time to put stunna way deep in the mug Cut your neck then quit to lick the sticky blood Nobody can flow like me You can try your best I'll respect that You take drop I neglect that super hot fire like I'm not a rapper get back If you ain't the one signing my check I'm whippin' the foreign Your life is a wreck She givin' me tongue she a pain in my neck Runnin' the underground and I ain't breakin' a sweat b**h! It's only been an hour since nice to meet ya And that p**y boy already askin' fora feature Triple S gonna put me in a different atmosphere I'm on another level Ho I'm out of here like three strikes Went to sleep with two dikes Who converted for one night because I was too nice with it Admit it, you love me Chopity chop you up and send the bullets to your stomach [Sir Michael Rocks] We just tryna' get rich and s** some tities Comein' up from the suburbs from the city Signin' into that a** without a pa**word Break your wall down and sell you the plaster To patch it up and back to business I'm only oversea first cla** or business but That's enough lets take the metaphysical The red crystals in my window sill keep the spirits out When girls talk make sure you only hear her heart no hearin' the mouth Never talk to a [?]boy (There it is) Only thing that get me paranoid is kids Now everybody having a look like (I'm crazy!) My pullout game is Tom Brady, I can't miss Might sound kinda racist but head feel better from an Indian girl meditatin' Swear I wouldn't steer wrong my n***as Never put it in a song my n***as SS n***as when they with me on god I'm set man Shoot my machine gun and duck when they up f** Columbia dropped outta school on my momma Because homie I swear I'm with the sharks in the water Oh damn then it slows down