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Silencer (Explicit) - Kodak Black
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Kutthroat Bill
Kutthroat Bill
Yeah
KTB
N***a
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
*****
I'm a gangster
Don't care 'bout your tears
I'ma spank a n***a 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 n***as be talkin'
He sis
Back to back
Droppin' hits
They can't keep up
The Scat Pack got the kit
Talkin' too much
I got somethin' for that *****
Silencer on the stick
I tried to kill me a n***a on his birthday
I just want twenty-five bodies for Christmas
Popped 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 *****
That's a fifty
I pull up crashin' on ****
That's collision
Oh
It's a bag on this ****
What's the total
I pull up crashin' on ****
That's a total
This what we reppin'
Dog
This what we steppin' 'bout
KTB
Lauderkill
*****
Pompanolia
Swap out a hip
Cross a ***** n***a 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 ***** like a punch
I'ma leave you right there where you had me ****** 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 ****** 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 **** n***a grandma
I'm tryna break me a **** n***a heart
Pop out
I hop out and rock out on camera and I ain't sparin' no n***a
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 **** n***a grandma
I'm tryna break me a **** n***a heart
Pop out
I hop out and rock out on camera and I ain't sparin' no n***a
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
*****
I'm a gangster
Don't care 'bout your tears
I'ma spank a n***a 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' hits
They can't keep up
The Scat Pack got the kit
Talkin' too much
I got somethin' for that *****
What
Silencer on the stick
