Moment Of Silence - Reloaded Version
Can I have a moment of silence?
Didn't know that I'd end up trying to
Keep You here, when I'm left in the dust
Can I have a moment of silence?
Didn't know that I'd end up trying to
Keep You here, when I'm left in the dust
Put yo strap up in the air, give that Bitch a moment of silence (Yeah)
I put that shit on when I wake up, I don't really need no stylist
I had your lil hoe on her knees, she was calling me your highness
And the drip be Japanese, yeah I had to change the climate
Tryna get the money, anything I see yeah Imma buy it
I ain't no pussy nigga, anything I want do imma try it
Lil bitch I'm geeked as fuck, I'm booted up, rolling in the Hyatt
Don't give a fuck we get a dead body, wrap em then tie it
Moment of silence for you fuck niggas when I see you, you gon die
I get the drop, I pull on you, put that .40 to your eye
I got my 9's, my 5.56, my 7.62's we on go
Pull up in the Jag with Glock 9's and nose
Imma youngin out the C but I'll hit you with that A
How the fuck these niggas ain't know that Lil Heem be Opp K?
I ain't no homophobic but I swear that all my opps gay
I pull the Draco out with 7.62, and hit you in your brain
Bow pop pop
Bitch, say tho all my opps really gay tho
Fuck y'all niggas tammat, y'all niggas be dick eating and allat shit
I ain't hearin allat yeah yeah, fuck y'all niggas tammat
I really get off this bitch and spray All you bitch ass niggas
Fuck niggas imma winner, lil bitch you fucking with a sinner
Talk shit and get yo dumbass wet up
I'm blocking shit just like a center
I'm handing gifts Out like I'm Santa
Pour my codeine in my Fanta, 3100 run Atlanta
Bitch don't get hit with that hammer
Got them Rugers out we hit his ass, and leave him in that ditch
Don't give no fuck bout no witness, Yeah we cannot have no snitch
Pistol whipped a fuck nigga, now that Nigga got a lisp
Did a home invasion, now all my diamonds hit
I really put in all this work now every song a hit
They hate to give the credit, but it don't matter Heem legit
And I knew I was gon be that nigga ever since a jit
I really came a long way from the EBT and WIC
Now I'm tryna be rich hit up BET and NICK
I love to carry me a 9, cause that Draco got a kick
I swear to god I was stepping back when niggas was using KIK
Keep on flexing with bread lil boy, you know you a lick (Bitch)
Can I have a moment of silence?
Didn't know that I'd end up trying to
Keep You here, when I'm left in the dust
Didn't know that I'd end up trying to
Keep You here, when I'm left in the dust
Can I have a moment of silence?
Didn't know that I'd end up trying to
Keep You here, when I'm left in the dust
Put yo strap up in the air, give that Bitch a moment of silence (Yeah)
I put that shit on when I wake up, I don't really need no stylist
I had your lil hoe on her knees, she was calling me your highness
And the drip be Japanese, yeah I had to change the climate
Tryna get the money, anything I see yeah Imma buy it
I ain't no pussy nigga, anything I want do imma try it
Lil bitch I'm geeked as fuck, I'm booted up, rolling in the Hyatt
Don't give a fuck we get a dead body, wrap em then tie it
Moment of silence for you fuck niggas when I see you, you gon die
I get the drop, I pull on you, put that .40 to your eye
I got my 9's, my 5.56, my 7.62's we on go
Pull up in the Jag with Glock 9's and nose
Imma youngin out the C but I'll hit you with that A
How the fuck these niggas ain't know that Lil Heem be Opp K?
I ain't no homophobic but I swear that all my opps gay
I pull the Draco out with 7.62, and hit you in your brain
Bow pop pop
Bitch, say tho all my opps really gay tho
Fuck y'all niggas tammat, y'all niggas be dick eating and allat shit
I ain't hearin allat yeah yeah, fuck y'all niggas tammat
I really get off this bitch and spray All you bitch ass niggas
Fuck niggas imma winner, lil bitch you fucking with a sinner
Talk shit and get yo dumbass wet up
I'm blocking shit just like a center
I'm handing gifts Out like I'm Santa
Pour my codeine in my Fanta, 3100 run Atlanta
Bitch don't get hit with that hammer
Got them Rugers out we hit his ass, and leave him in that ditch
Don't give no fuck bout no witness, Yeah we cannot have no snitch
Pistol whipped a fuck nigga, now that Nigga got a lisp
Did a home invasion, now all my diamonds hit
I really put in all this work now every song a hit
They hate to give the credit, but it don't matter Heem legit
And I knew I was gon be that nigga ever since a jit
I really came a long way from the EBT and WIC
Now I'm tryna be rich hit up BET and NICK
I love to carry me a 9, cause that Draco got a kick
I swear to god I was stepping back when niggas was using KIK
Keep on flexing with bread lil boy, you know you a lick (Bitch)
Can I have a moment of silence?
Didn't know that I'd end up trying to
Keep You here, when I'm left in the dust
Credits
Writer(s): Ibrahim Kalil Toure
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