Silent Killer (feat. Skuta Bangg)
Aye yea
Pop Percs til I over d
Smoke this weed til go to
Sleep
Wake up smelling
Oh gee yea yea
Yea
Aye
Pop these percs til I over'd
Smoke this weed til I go
To sleep sip this drank til
I feel a little woozy
Everybody round me on
Fo's of drink
I ain't got shit for these
But I'll prove choppa
Gone sing like jodeci
I'll catch a body real life
No movie won't nobody
In this bitch know it's me
Silent killer violent nigga
My bitch got a glock
And im riding wit ha
How you figure
My money so big yo
Shìt so small my eyes
Get little it's cool
If he try me kill em
Obviously I got no
Problem wit sending
My guys where he
Living told em to just
Bring me one of his
Fingers a real mob
Nigga not one of these
Singers
Real big rapper
Real big trapper
Little boy try me
I will kidnap em
Little man
I'm alpha
No hand no doubt
I'll stomp the shìt out
A pussy ass capper
Now look at my foot
Af1
Mama always told me
Stay wit a gun
Jack this fool
He a jackoff
Play wit yourself
Don't play
With her son
I gotta white bitch
She like to stay in the sun
If you ask her my name
She gone say
He the one
Talk hot shit
My dick stay on her tongue
I pop shìt
My opps
They on the run
I just talk shit
Niggas ain't saying
None
I keep my hand on my
Handgun
He played it foul
I shot threw the crowd
I'm tryna hit
His niggas
And one
Shit
Pop these percs til I over'd
Smoke this weed til I go
To sleep sip this drank til
I feel a little woozy
Everybody round me on
Fo's of drink
I ain't got shit for these
But I'll prove choppa
Gone sing like jodeci
I'll catch a body real life
No movie won't nobody
In this bitch know it's me
Silent killer violent nigga
My bitch got a glock
And im riding wit ha
How you figure
My money so big yo
Shìt so small my eyes
Get little it's cool
If he try me kill em
Obviously I got no
Problem wit sending
My guys where he
Living told em to just
Bring me one of his
Fingers a real mob
Nigga not one of these
Singers
Bang bang
Thief in the night
Creep wit a pipe
All my young niggas
Shoot free for a strike
I'll meet her today
She be freaky tonight
Had to learn to get
Cheese in the streets
With the mice
Real big scammer
Real example
Shittin on niggas
Is he still in pampers
Put this on wax
Like ten lit candles
Tryna get in with the
Popes cuz he still hitting
Scandals we got chickens
In the back like a farm
I woke em up ion need
No alarm I get them
Bitches out them
Racks wit out a bond
I got the gas and the grass
By the lawn
He a runner so I treat em
Like a pawn
Know the opps
When they see us they'll
Run let go let's go
Pop pills everyday
Of the month
I stay wit a gun
I was raised in the sun
Pop these percs til I over'd
Smoke this weed til I go
To sleep sip this drank til
I feel a little woozy
Everybody round me on
Fo's of drink
I ain't got shit for these
But I'll prove choppa
Gone sing like jodeci
I'll catch a body real life
No movie won't nobody
In this bitch know it's me
Silent killer violent nigga
My bitch got a glock
And im riding wit ha
How you figure
My money so big yo
Shìt so small my eyes
Get little it's cool
If he try me kill em
Obviously I got no
Problem wit sending
My guys where he
Living told em to just
Bring me one of his
Fingers a real mob
Nigga not one of these
Singers
Pop Percs til I over d
Smoke this weed til go to
Sleep
Wake up smelling
Oh gee yea yea
Yea
Aye
Pop these percs til I over'd
Smoke this weed til I go
To sleep sip this drank til
I feel a little woozy
Everybody round me on
Fo's of drink
I ain't got shit for these
But I'll prove choppa
Gone sing like jodeci
I'll catch a body real life
No movie won't nobody
In this bitch know it's me
Silent killer violent nigga
My bitch got a glock
And im riding wit ha
How you figure
My money so big yo
Shìt so small my eyes
Get little it's cool
If he try me kill em
Obviously I got no
Problem wit sending
My guys where he
Living told em to just
Bring me one of his
Fingers a real mob
Nigga not one of these
Singers
Real big rapper
Real big trapper
Little boy try me
I will kidnap em
Little man
I'm alpha
No hand no doubt
I'll stomp the shìt out
A pussy ass capper
Now look at my foot
Af1
Mama always told me
Stay wit a gun
Jack this fool
He a jackoff
Play wit yourself
Don't play
With her son
I gotta white bitch
She like to stay in the sun
If you ask her my name
She gone say
He the one
Talk hot shit
My dick stay on her tongue
I pop shìt
My opps
They on the run
I just talk shit
Niggas ain't saying
None
I keep my hand on my
Handgun
He played it foul
I shot threw the crowd
I'm tryna hit
His niggas
And one
Shit
Pop these percs til I over'd
Smoke this weed til I go
To sleep sip this drank til
I feel a little woozy
Everybody round me on
Fo's of drink
I ain't got shit for these
But I'll prove choppa
Gone sing like jodeci
I'll catch a body real life
No movie won't nobody
In this bitch know it's me
Silent killer violent nigga
My bitch got a glock
And im riding wit ha
How you figure
My money so big yo
Shìt so small my eyes
Get little it's cool
If he try me kill em
Obviously I got no
Problem wit sending
My guys where he
Living told em to just
Bring me one of his
Fingers a real mob
Nigga not one of these
Singers
Bang bang
Thief in the night
Creep wit a pipe
All my young niggas
Shoot free for a strike
I'll meet her today
She be freaky tonight
Had to learn to get
Cheese in the streets
With the mice
Real big scammer
Real example
Shittin on niggas
Is he still in pampers
Put this on wax
Like ten lit candles
Tryna get in with the
Popes cuz he still hitting
Scandals we got chickens
In the back like a farm
I woke em up ion need
No alarm I get them
Bitches out them
Racks wit out a bond
I got the gas and the grass
By the lawn
He a runner so I treat em
Like a pawn
Know the opps
When they see us they'll
Run let go let's go
Pop pills everyday
Of the month
I stay wit a gun
I was raised in the sun
Pop these percs til I over'd
Smoke this weed til I go
To sleep sip this drank til
I feel a little woozy
Everybody round me on
Fo's of drink
I ain't got shit for these
But I'll prove choppa
Gone sing like jodeci
I'll catch a body real life
No movie won't nobody
In this bitch know it's me
Silent killer violent nigga
My bitch got a glock
And im riding wit ha
How you figure
My money so big yo
Shìt so small my eyes
Get little it's cool
If he try me kill em
Obviously I got no
Problem wit sending
My guys where he
Living told em to just
Bring me one of his
Fingers a real mob
Nigga not one of these
Singers
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Raymond
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