Silverspoon Songtext
von Chuckyy
Silverspoon Songtext
Uh, come here
Uh, uh, come here, come here
Uh, come here, uh, uh
Uh, uh, you know that
Uh, uh, come here
Uh, four niggas bail out, blowin′
He know he smoked, shorty ain't even blow his gun (Come here)
Big opp 40 minutes east, steppin′ on shit, foenem gettin' it done
Uh, switch on the back of the Glock, catch one
Overkill, dump a 50-round drum (Rrah, rrah)
Niggas be in my DM just for a text back, we made bloodbath
Niggas ain't on a crumb (Bath)
Might scratch off in a Hellcat Widebody, niggas broke
Can′t keep up, dumbass bums
The way I be feelin′ off drank
I be ready to go fuck 3 hoes and go have 3 sons
Foenem ain't shootin′ out no cars, get up close on your ass
With that button, we get shit done
Niggas doin' that sneak dissin′, bap
'til a fuck nigga skull get cracked
We really them ones (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
We them ones in the back of the back
Two millis and a Drac′ a piece, bullets can't even get through 'em
Fuckboy, if you don′t know what I mean
We ridin′ in a BP, Swervo ridin' congruent
I told foenem step on the brakes, thinkin′ I see a face
'fore he stop there, bail out shootin′
Been sittin' on his lo′ all day, he ain't came out
See it, fuck it, we'll wait two of ′em
(Rrah, rrah, come here, come here, come here)
Spinnin′ this shit, its dry
But somethin' had told me hit the alley and we caught a few of ′em
(Skrrt)
We ain't playin′ with no .9s
When the gang get off, leave bullets the same size as a hula hoop
(Rrah, come here, what? Brrt, you know that)
Dick her down and talk to her on my time
She like, "I don't know what to do with you"
(You know that)
I don′t remember tellin' her she was my bitch
She texted my phone, "I'm through with you"
(Fuck on)
Where the Wock′? I′m tired of sippin' on that Tris
Call Lucki, my shorty a Looney Tune
(Rrah, Looney Tune)
It ain′t shit to get a nigga block hit
We aggressive, we never had silver spoons
(Uh)
But we got them silver spoons now
The back of the crib got a swimming pool
(Rrah, rrah, no bap)
Fuck nigga stand up, get sat the fuck down
That 10 milli' sound like a milli′ boom
Uh, uh, no bap
Uh, my shorty a Looney Tune
Uh, we never had silver spoons, nigga, you know
Bloodbath
Bap, bap, bap
Uh, uh, come here, come here
Uh, come here, uh, uh
Uh, uh, you know that
Uh, uh, come here
Uh, four niggas bail out, blowin′
He know he smoked, shorty ain't even blow his gun (Come here)
Big opp 40 minutes east, steppin′ on shit, foenem gettin' it done
Uh, switch on the back of the Glock, catch one
Overkill, dump a 50-round drum (Rrah, rrah)
Niggas be in my DM just for a text back, we made bloodbath
Niggas ain't on a crumb (Bath)
Might scratch off in a Hellcat Widebody, niggas broke
Can′t keep up, dumbass bums
The way I be feelin′ off drank
I be ready to go fuck 3 hoes and go have 3 sons
Foenem ain't shootin′ out no cars, get up close on your ass
With that button, we get shit done
Niggas doin' that sneak dissin′, bap
'til a fuck nigga skull get cracked
We really them ones (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
We them ones in the back of the back
Two millis and a Drac′ a piece, bullets can't even get through 'em
Fuckboy, if you don′t know what I mean
We ridin′ in a BP, Swervo ridin' congruent
I told foenem step on the brakes, thinkin′ I see a face
'fore he stop there, bail out shootin′
Been sittin' on his lo′ all day, he ain't came out
See it, fuck it, we'll wait two of ′em
(Rrah, rrah, come here, come here, come here)
Spinnin′ this shit, its dry
But somethin' had told me hit the alley and we caught a few of ′em
(Skrrt)
We ain't playin′ with no .9s
When the gang get off, leave bullets the same size as a hula hoop
(Rrah, come here, what? Brrt, you know that)
Dick her down and talk to her on my time
She like, "I don't know what to do with you"
(You know that)
I don′t remember tellin' her she was my bitch
She texted my phone, "I'm through with you"
(Fuck on)
Where the Wock′? I′m tired of sippin' on that Tris
Call Lucki, my shorty a Looney Tune
(Rrah, Looney Tune)
It ain′t shit to get a nigga block hit
We aggressive, we never had silver spoons
(Uh)
But we got them silver spoons now
The back of the crib got a swimming pool
(Rrah, rrah, no bap)
Fuck nigga stand up, get sat the fuck down
That 10 milli' sound like a milli′ boom
Uh, uh, no bap
Uh, my shorty a Looney Tune
Uh, we never had silver spoons, nigga, you know
Bloodbath
Bap, bap, bap
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