CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : ssx
(Yo, Silo killed this sh*t)
Kill that boy, his case is closed
I get sh*t off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
I've been counting all them blues, you know I'm running to the notes
I don't speak on sh*t I do, you know I keep it undisclosed
In that SRT, that demon, b*t*h
He want steam, unload the clip
Like SSX, b*t*h, I got tricks
Scratch that boy right off my list
Don't beef, I don't politic
I'm stacking my cheese, b*t*h, I'm too rich
Hit my target then we dip
All my haters on my d**k
I told that boy, "Shut up," watch his f**king mouth
You don't wanna see what's going down, b*t*h, this sh*t can go south
We gon' hit that boy with all them rounds, his time is running out
Already got some money, I don't care about the f**king clout
I moved out at eighteen, if I was you, I'd hate me
Turbo in the whip, b*t*h, already know we racing
Only getting first, b*t*h, that's the sh*t I'm placing
I walk in the function and your girl, her hеart is racing, ha (B*t*h)
Kill that boy, his case is closed
I get sh*t off of thе runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
I've been counting all them blues, you know I'm running to the notes
I don't speak on sh*t I do, you know I keep it undisclosed
Ha, ha, did bad in school, don't test me
I'm finna f**k on that ho and her bestie
I got the sauce, yeah, I got the recipe
I leave with your ho and now she missing me
Yeah, all these dork a** n***as tryna be me
I feel John Cena, b*t*h, you cannot see me
Yeah, I got the guap, b*t*h, I am too greedy (Yeah)
I'm f**king high, but nobody knows
Only nineteen and I'm selling out shows
I'm at my highs and you at your lows
You can't press me, b*t*h, I never fold
Sing like the opera, b*t*h, I feel like [?]
These n***as be pu**y, yeah, they not my bros
And I can't text you and I can't call you
So why the f**k you hitting my phone?
Ha, ha, can't f**k with these n***as, I can't
I feel like the G.O.A.T., feel like Duwap Kaine
Don't touch my rank, you just can't, man
N***a always talk about the same thing
You fell off, you cannot maintain
Lil' a** kid, stay in your lane
Yeah, she think that I'm crazy
Only getting first, b*t*h, that's the sh*t I'm placing
I walk in the function and your girl, her heart is racing, ha (B*t*h)
Kill that boy, his case is closed
I get sh*t off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
I've been counting all them blues, you know I'm running to the notes
I don't speak on sh*t I do, you know I keep it undisclosed
Kill that boy, his case is closed
I get sh*t off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
I've been counting all them blues, you know I'm running to the notes
I don't speak on sh*t I do, you know I keep it undisclosed
Ayy, f**k it, I finna rap fast
Choppas on me and that sh*t finna blast
Leaving that boy broken down in a cast
B*t*h, I'm a punk, I'm not talking 'bout Daft
You should do comedy, making me laugh
Feel like Jim Carrey, I'm wearing a mask
My brothers really be waving them flags
Feel like a rocket, b*t*h, I'm finna blast off
I'm f**king high, but nobody knows
Only nineteen and I'm selling out shows
I'm at my highs and you at your lows
You can't press me, b*t*h, I never fold
Sing like the opera, b*t*h, I feel like [?]
These n***as be pu**y, yeah, they not my bros
And I can't text you and I can't call you
So why the f**k you hitting my phone?
Kill that boy, his case is closed
I get sh*t off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
I've been counting all them blues, you know I'm running to the notes
I don't speak on sh*t I do, you know I keep it undisclosed
In that SRT, that demon, b*t*h
He want steam, unload the clip
Like SSX, b*t*h, I got tricks
Scratch that boy right off my list
Don't beef, I don't politic
I'm stacking my cheese, b*t*h, I'm too rich
Hit my target then we dip
All my haters on my d**k
I told that boy, "Shut up," watch his f**king mouth
You don't wanna see what's going down, b*t*h, this sh*t can go south
We gon' hit that boy with all them rounds, his time is running out
Already got some money, I don't care about the f**king clout
I moved out at eighteen, if I was you, I'd hate me
Turbo in the whip, b*t*h, already know we racing
Only getting first, b*t*h, that's the sh*t I'm placing
I walk in the function and your girl, her hеart is racing, ha (B*t*h)
Kill that boy, his case is closed
I get sh*t off of thе runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
I've been counting all them blues, you know I'm running to the notes
I don't speak on sh*t I do, you know I keep it undisclosed
Ha, ha, did bad in school, don't test me
I'm finna f**k on that ho and her bestie
I got the sauce, yeah, I got the recipe
I leave with your ho and now she missing me
Yeah, all these dork a** n***as tryna be me
I feel John Cena, b*t*h, you cannot see me
Yeah, I got the guap, b*t*h, I am too greedy (Yeah)
I'm f**king high, but nobody knows
Only nineteen and I'm selling out shows
I'm at my highs and you at your lows
You can't press me, b*t*h, I never fold
Sing like the opera, b*t*h, I feel like [?]
These n***as be pu**y, yeah, they not my bros
And I can't text you and I can't call you
So why the f**k you hitting my phone?
Ha, ha, can't f**k with these n***as, I can't
I feel like the G.O.A.T., feel like Duwap Kaine
Don't touch my rank, you just can't, man
N***a always talk about the same thing
You fell off, you cannot maintain
Lil' a** kid, stay in your lane
Yeah, she think that I'm crazy
Only getting first, b*t*h, that's the sh*t I'm placing
I walk in the function and your girl, her heart is racing, ha (B*t*h)
Kill that boy, his case is closed
I get sh*t off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
I've been counting all them blues, you know I'm running to the notes
I don't speak on sh*t I do, you know I keep it undisclosed
Kill that boy, his case is closed
I get sh*t off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
I've been counting all them blues, you know I'm running to the notes
I don't speak on sh*t I do, you know I keep it undisclosed
Ayy, f**k it, I finna rap fast
Choppas on me and that sh*t finna blast
Leaving that boy broken down in a cast
B*t*h, I'm a punk, I'm not talking 'bout Daft
You should do comedy, making me laugh
Feel like Jim Carrey, I'm wearing a mask
My brothers really be waving them flags
Feel like a rocket, b*t*h, I'm finna blast off
I'm f**king high, but nobody knows
Only nineteen and I'm selling out shows
I'm at my highs and you at your lows
You can't press me, b*t*h, I never fold
Sing like the opera, b*t*h, I feel like [?]
These n***as be pu**y, yeah, they not my bros
And I can't text you and I can't call you
So why the f**k you hitting my phone?
