Silverware (Remix)

[Intro: Moneybagg Yo]
Yeah yeah, all that
The dumb way
Dumb flow, whatever you want to call it, stupid
Yeah

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Told Larry Live take me back to the trap
I used to live in there
Spent such and such on a whip it's coupe-ish
I told the bitch get in there
All white futon in the trap
You can't even sit in there
All blue-tipped bullets in the Glock
They don't 'posed to be in there
Drake, carbon, Dillingers
Wrist cold, Frigidaire
I whip the dope with silverware
She gangster, woah, I'm feelin' her
I got on flip flops and a Rollie
I'm rocking rocks like Hova
Heard you want war, I'm a soldier
I'm at your door like Jehovah, yeah

[Verse 1: T.I.]
My niggas ain't nothin' but extortionists
Why you 'posed to finesse the play, don't go to forcin' shit
Kill the shit 'fore it can start like abortionists
Droppin' babies in her mouth like an orphanage
Jack get on your ass, it's gon' be unfortunate
Killin' that pussy like Doctor Kevorkian
Back to my origins
Dope boy academy, valedictorian
Droppin' cash on the whatever store we in
Brand new DeLorean, back to the future
I fuck with real niggas, really kill niggas
No disrespect but I can't introduce you
Only watch out when you with me, it's simple
Don't make me look stupid, don't do nothing goofy
Only speak when you're spoken to
Don't be name dropping, that's some ho shit
And who you smoke weed in the studio with
Don't nobody need to know that
Hollerin' money bag, finna run a bag, way up, way up
Nigga talk down on me, told my youngins let it go, they still done him bad
I felt bad for the man, then I said fuck it, good for his ass

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Told Larry Live take me back to the trap
I used to live in there
Spent such and such on a whip it's coupe-ish
I told the bitch get in there
All white futon in the trap
You can't even sit in there
All blue-tipped bullets in the Glock
They don't 'posed to be in there
Drake, carbon, Dillingers
Wrist cold, Frigidaire
I whip the dope with silverware
She gangster, woah, I'm feelin' her
I got on flip flops and a Rollie
I'm rocking rocks like Hova
Heard you want war, I'm a soldier
I'm at your door like Jehovah, yeah

[Verse 2: MoneyBagg Yo]
I'm at your door like you owe me
Might pimp a bitch like I'm Goldie
Told that lil bitch you better act right
You can get left like Ginobili
Fuck nigga can never expose me
I'm certified, niggas know me
You pussy, you 12, you told it
You say you know the grind, show me
I'm in the trap with some Ferragamo house shoes
A Glock, and a Rollie watch
All I know is I'ma get me some extras
If I scrape the bottom of the pot
Hit from the back, watch her titties jiggle
Rocks on like I fuck with Jigga
Come around tryna steal the juice
That's the reason I don't fuck with niggas
These niggas they focus on this and that
I was focused on how to get the pack in
Kill a show then count the backend
They say I left the streets, well I'm back then
I'm getting money, how you ain't notice?
How much you told, stop being owed
Diamonds on me got frostbite
What I'm sippin' on it get the cough right, ooh

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo]
Told Larry Live take me back to the trap
I used to live in there
Spent such and such on a whip it's coupe-ish
I told the bitch get in there
All white futon in the trap
You can't even sit in there
All blue-tipped bullets in the Glock
They don't 'posed to be in there
Drake, carbon, Dillingers
Wrist cold, Frigidaire
I whip the dope with silverware
She gangster, woah, I'm feelin' her
I got on flip flops and a Rollie
I'm rocking rocks like Hova
Heard you want war, I'm a soldier
I'm at your door like Jehovah, yeah