Kodak Black - Silencer lyrics

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Kutthroat Bill, Kutthroat Bill, yeah
KTB, nigga kutthroat business yeah, yeah

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' hit's
They can't keep up
The Scat Pack got the kit talkin' too much
I got somethin' for that bitch
Silencer on the stick

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

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

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

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' hit's
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