Silencer - Kodak Black

(Expensive)

Kutthroat Bill, Kutthroat Bill, yeah

KTB, nigga

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

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 the itch 'cause I popped me a glitch

Robin Jeans, I had to rob for a fit

Don't like how these niggas 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 bitch

Silencer on the stick

I tried to kill me a nigga 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 bitch, that's a fifty

I pull up crashin' on shit, that's collision

Oh, it's a bag on this shit? What's the total?

I pull up crashin' on shit, that's a total

This what we reppin', dog, this what we steppin' 'bout, KTB, Lauderkill, bitch, Pompanolia

Swap out a hip, cross a bitch nigga 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 bitch like a punch

I'ma leave you right there where you had me fucked 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 fucked 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 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, 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 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, 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

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 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 bitch

What? Silencer on the stick