Silencer

[Intro]
(Expensive)
Kutthroat Bill, Kutthroat Bill, yeah
KTB, nigga
Kutthroat business
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Go in all the opps' bios, ayy, we been feelin' on we long lives
We been steppin' for this whole year
Back to back smack, I got no chill
I go get dirty in designer gear
Hop out, pop a thirty, ain't talkin' 'bout a pill
Bitch, I'm a gangster, don't care 'bout your tears
I'ma spank a nigga like he my kid
And I'ma keep it a brick
I got the itch 'cause I popped me a glitch
Robin Jeans, I had to rob for a fit
Don't like how these niggas be talkin', he sis
Back to back, droppin' hits
They can't keep up, the Scat Pack got the kit
Talkin' too much, I got somethin' for that bitch
Silencer on the stick

[Verse 1]
I tried to kill me a nigga on his birthday
I just want twеnty-five bodies for Christmas
Popped too much Pеrcs with the water, I'm pissy
We just found him, but he still end up missin'
I put the bag on the bitch, that's a fifty
I pull up crashin' on shit, that's collision
Oh, it's a bag on this shit? What's the total?
I pull up crashin' on shit, that's a total
This what we reppin', dog, this what we steppin' 'bout, KTB, Lauderkill, bitch, Pompanolia
Swap out a hip, cross a bitch nigga over
Rock out and hit, take his arm off his shoulder
Bae, come over, what you say? Let's do lunch
Come and let me shoot this nut in your gut
Muffler on the cutter, everybody hush
I swing that Blackout, this bitch like a punch

[Bridge]
I'ma leave you right there where you had me fucked up at, if play, there you lay was a person
I be takin' so much Percs, I love takin' Percs, I should just turn to a Perky
I'ma leave you right there where you had me fucked up at, if play, there you lay was a person
I be takin' so much Percs, I love takin' Percs, I should just turn to a Perky

[Refrain]
I'm tryna kill me a fuck nigga grandma, I'm tryna break me a fuck nigga heart
Pop out, I hop out and rock out on camera and I ain't sparin' no nigga, that's art
Ain't get no letter from you in the slammer, all I remember three hots and a cot
Now I'm back out, so much extravaganza, ran so much M's up, I know there's a God
I'm tryna kill me a fuck nigga grandma, I'm tryna break me a fuck nigga heart
Pop out, I hop out and rock out on camera and I ain't sparin' no nigga, that's art
Ain't get no letter from you in the slammer, all I remember three hots and a cot
Now I'm back out, so much extravaganza, ran so much M's up, I know there's a God

[Chorus]
Go in all the opps' bios, ayy, we been feelin' on we long lives
We been steppin' for this whole year
Back to back smack, I got no chill
I go get dirty in designer gear
Hop out, pop a thirty, ain't talkin' 'bout a pill
Bitch, I'm a gangster, don't care 'bout your tears
I'ma spank a nigga like he my kid
And I'ma keep it a brick
I got the itch 'cause I popped me a glitch
Just to get high, he gon' rob for a fit
You jump in this ride, better know how to shift
Back to back, droppin' hits
They can't keep up, the Scat Pack got the kit
Talkin' too much, I got somethin' for that bitch
What? Silencer on the stick