Silencer

(Expensive)
Cutthroat business, cutthroat business, yeah
KTB, nigga
Cutthroat business
Yeah, yeah

Go in all the opp’s bios (Ayy)
We been feelin’ all the, “Long lives”
We been steppin’ for this whole year
Back to back smack, I got no chill
I go get dirty in designer gear
I pop a .30, I 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 a itch ’cause I popped me a glitch
Robbin’ jeans, I had to rob for a fit
Don’t like how these nigga be talkin’
He sits back to back droppin’ hits
They can’t keep up the Scat Pack got a kit
Talkin’ too much, I got somethin’ for that bitch
Silencer on the stick

I tried to kill me a nigga in my birthday
I just want twenty-five bodies for Christmas
Pop too much Percs 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? Where’s the toilet?
I pull up cashin’ on shit, that’s a total
This what we rappin’ all day, what we steepin’ ’bout
KTB [?] kill a bitch, pump a [?]
Swap out a hit, cross a bitch nigga [?]
Rock out and hit, take his arm off his shoulder
They came over, what you say? Let’s do lunch
Come on, let me shoot this nut in yo’ gut
Muffler on the cutter, everybody, hush
I swing that [?], bitch like a punch

I’ma leave you right there where you had me fucked up at
[?] was a person
I be takin’ so much Percs, I love takin’ Percs
I should just turn to a Perc’ head
I’ma leave you right there where you had me fucked up at
[?] was a person
I be takin’ so much Percs, I love takin’ Percs
I should just turn to a Perc’ head

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, let’s [?]
Ain’t get no letter from you in the slammer
All I remember three hearts and a cup
Now I’m back out, so much extravaganza
Wrist so much Ms [?]
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, let’s [?]
Ain’t get no letter from you in the slammer
All I remember three hearts and a cup
Now I’m back out, so much extravaganza
Wrist so much Ms [?]

Go in all the opp’s bios (Ayy)
We been feelin’ all the, “Long lives”
We been steppin’ for this whole year
Back to back smack, I got no chill
I go get dirty in designer gear
I pop a .30, I 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 a itch ’cause I popped me a glitch
Robbin’ jeans, I had to rob for a fit
Don’t like how these nigga be talkin’
He sits back to back droppin’ hits
They can’t keep up the Scat Pack got a kit
Talkin’ too much, I got somethin’ for that bitch (What?)
Silencer on the stick