"Silverspoon" lyrics
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 forty minutes east, steppin' on shit, I ain't gotta do shit, foenem gettin' it done
Uh, switch on the back of the Glock, catch one, overkill, dump a fifty-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 three hoes and go have three sons
Foenem ain't shootin' out no cars, get up close on your ass with that button, we get shit down (Rrah, rrah)
Niggas doin' that sneak diss bap 'til I fuck niggas' skull get cracked, we really them ones (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
We the ones in the back of the back, two millis and a Drac' a piece, bullets can't even get through 'em (No bap)
Fuck boy, if you don't know what I mean, we ridin' in a BP, Swervo ridin' congruent (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Told foenem step on the brakes, think I see a face, 'fore he stop there, bail out shootin' (Bah)
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' his shit, it's dry, but somethin' had told me hit the alley and we caught of 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 swimmin' pool (Rrah, rrah, no bap)
Fuck nigga stand up, get sat the fuck down, that 10 milli' sound like mini boom (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Uh, uh, no bap
Uh, my shorty a Looney Tune
Uh, we never had silver spoons, nigga, you know, Bloodbath
Bath, Bath, Bath
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 forty minutes east, steppin' on shit, I ain't gotta do shit, foenem gettin' it done
Uh, switch on the back of the Glock, catch one, overkill, dump a fifty-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 three hoes and go have three sons
Foenem ain't shootin' out no cars, get up close on your ass with that button, we get shit down (Rrah, rrah)
Niggas doin' that sneak diss bap 'til I fuck niggas' skull get cracked, we really them ones (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
We the ones in the back of the back, two millis and a Drac' a piece, bullets can't even get through 'em (No bap)
Fuck boy, if you don't know what I mean, we ridin' in a BP, Swervo ridin' congruent (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Told foenem step on the brakes, think I see a face, 'fore he stop there, bail out shootin' (Bah)
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' his shit, it's dry, but somethin' had told me hit the alley and we caught of 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 swimmin' pool (Rrah, rrah, no bap)
Fuck nigga stand up, get sat the fuck down, that 10 milli' sound like mini boom (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Uh, uh, no bap
Uh, my shorty a Looney Tune
Uh, we never had silver spoons, nigga, you know, Bloodbath
Bath, Bath, Bath
