Silencer Lyrics

Silencer - Kodak Black

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(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