Kodak Black, Kendrick Lamar - Silent Hill lyrics

[Kodak Black, Kendrick Lamar - Silent Hill lyrics]

Hey, oh, yo why oh, why oh, why oh
Why you keep fuckin' with me?
You gon' make me jump out my skin
Believe me

Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes
I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh" (yeah)

Aha, I be immune to shit (Aha)
Tucking the broom and shit (Aha)
They want to assume and shit (Aha)
Know you a choke, my ancestor close
I howl at the moon and shit (Aha)
Know the rеsults, the ballot is in, man
I'm 'bout to boom again (Aha)
You funny, dawg
Peek-a boo, can't hide behind your monеy
Dawg
A week or two, I meditate on runnin' lost
Swerve, swerve, swerve, shake
The currents off, yeah

Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes
I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' them all off me like, "Huh" (yeah)

Head up, chest out
Silence, I'm stressed out
Shh, be quiet, I'm stressed out
Stressed out, stressed out, stressed

Pick my daughter up, she need all the love
I need all the love, I mean all of us
It's like six o'clock, bitch
You talk too much
You makin' it awkward, love
I mean, it's hard enough, I mean, it's

They don't fuck with me even if they could
Pull out the stick, hit a bitch with the wood
First to park Rolls Royce, 'vert in the hood
Don't worry about us, over here we good
The AP Roman numeral, everywhere I go
I need pharmaceuticals
I ran my whole conglomerate
I was just mappin' shit out in the cubicle
Suicide coupe was a funeral
Trackhawk launch like a slingshot
Big ol' ruby diamond on my pinky finger
That bitch look like a Ring Pop
Money on my mind, money on your head
Can't ride three times while you
Comin' through the 'jects
Red Cross kept a nigga fed
In the studio with K dot fresh out the feds
Yeah, you niggas can't stand the rain
You niggas don't stand a chance
Yeah, Chevrolet candy paint
I spin the bend in the Benz
I caught a bale off a Google app
I'm the type to get my shooter whacked
I had to survive off a tuna pack
Five percent tint on the whip like
"Who was that?"
Coupe take off like it's mad
Beat the dope with a fork
I'm whippin' up Sudafed
I'm doin' scams in the lab
Every Thursday, girl's day, spendin'
Time with my daughter, make me go harder
Every Sunday's son's day, teach my
Boy to be a man, i ain't had no father
Fell in the love with the block, I ain't
Have no pop, just a sawed-off shotgun
Mossberg we stackin' that money up
Proper, awkward diamonds, look like marbles
Audemars water, aqua
Beatin' the block up 'til we spot 'em
I don't want your ice, boy, I
Want your life, but fuck it
I still might rob 'em

Yo push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
Push these bitches off me like, "Huh"
Push these niggas off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes
I'm pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh"
Pushin' 'em all off me like, "Huh" (yeah)

Head up, chest out
Silence, I'm stressed out
Shh, be quiet, I'm stressed out
Stressed out, stressed out, stressed out

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