Silverspoon (feat. Babyfxce E)

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah (Yop, yop)

Yeah

Striker Gang, Striker Boys, M Block, all that shit

Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, I ain't finna keep tellin' y'all ****, like (Uh-huh)

Huh, huh, huh (Come on)

You doin' somethin' if you come up every day

She keep prayin' that I change, but I'm still stuck in all my ways

Grew up off paper plates, warm it up, it stuck all to the plate

I just got my 'bow gone, what the fuck I'ma do with all this shake?

You want somebody to see you so bad, tryna put it all in they face

Calm down, we see you, gang, somebody give his ass a cake

I ain't gon' lie, I carry my Glock all the time, so I'm 'bout to go grab my Drac'

Sometimes, I don't feel like carryin' that bitch, want somethin' I can put up on my waist

Like a button

Want your room, it's gon' be a lil' hard to love you (Huh)

Flash my kit any time I get, that's a bad-lookin' motherfucker (Huh)

Been like a week since I talked my shit, I might be a lil' rusty (Huh)

Pull up in the hood in a 'Cat, back then, that's like pullin' up in a Cutlass

Yeah, feel like Emoni

Now we in the Ghost, I feel like Tommy

I wanna ball, man, I feel like watchin'

Can't read the watch, don't know where I got it

**** try to reach for clout, we don't pay attention to 'em

Huh, if **** was really threats, we would've been sent 'em to 'em (Huh)

All fast shit, I'm with her, then she bad shit

Kinda can't say I ain't had shit because I had shit

Difference is, nobody gave it to me, bro, I grabbed it

Lil' bitch think she slick, bro, she keep tryna leave her lashes (Bitch, hold on)

Raw bitch, I can rap, my bitches do hair, they do lashes (Yeah)

I see through the bullshit in these dark Versace glasses

Grew up with no plates, my mama put food inside the napkins (Shit get real)

I don't want no **** to hand me shit, BigWestt go grab it (Bitch, get the fuck)

I grew up not havin' much, sticks and stones, rolled with the punch (Uh)

Hotel after hotel, I'm eatin' dinner out the middle-school lunch (Goddamn)

Couple years ago, I was on read, now they tryna pull they stunt (Bitch, huh?)

Either I got away or they got lost, but I ain't never lose the hunt (Skrrt, skrrt)

Gotta pick your side, lil' mama, I don't hang 'round groupie vibes

Every **** around me bosses, your **** a choose-me guy (****)

I got too much motion for a ****, if he wanna lose me, bye

Grabba in the spliff, I'm lettin' these bitches smoke them LooseLeafs dry

This lil' bitch a motherfucker, pockets bigger than a motherfucker (Woo)

Millions in your hand, ain't feedin' your fam, I don't even wanna fuck her (It's fuck her)

In and out of state, servin' these plates, I ain't even tryna duck 'em (Skrrt, skrrt)

Bitches over-bitin' on my name, I ain't even tryna buck 'em

Calm down, ho, we hear you yappin' (Bitch, shut up)

With my baddie friends, they snappin' (Yeah)

Funny how these hoes find me attractive since they seen me rappin' (Yeah)

Lil' bitch got a jit, be on the strip, she like, "Yeah, I be dancin'" (Yeah, I be dancin')

Seen my **** popped out with that bag, lil' bitch just got to prancin' (Goddamn)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Bye

Yup

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt