U Silly

Lyrics

[Intro] (Welcome to Get a Bag Records) I fuck hoes and spin 'em (Yeah), send truckloads to cities We hit hoods, take niggas custos and kill 'em (Let's go ride) Boy, take what chain? You silly (Boy), fuck wrong with these niggas? (Lucci, how you feel? Yeah) Fuck wrong with these bitches? Throw my Buffs on these niggas (Lucci, how you feel?) [Verse 1] Pullin' up in that 'Lacy (Phew), drunk as hell off Addys Spinnin' out, tryna hit the blunt, now I'm trippin', damn near crashed it (Let me slow down) Wanna fuck my ho friends, I'm trippin', damn near asked her (What's crackin'?) Quarter mil' I got stashed, this shit can damn near happen (Fully loaded) I can take 'bout sixty days and boss up to a mansion Take a bitch ain't got shit, boss her up with еnhancements (Oh, let that bitch ridе) Hit her off with that lord dick, cut her off, now she throw tantrum (She pissed) Where the hell Adam Silver at? Lil' nigga, I done got drafted (I'm lit) Louis 'fit, hit 6K, lil' nigga, I done came platinum Ronnie can't sell no blood, it's dope all in his plasma (He high) Nigga say they want smoke 'til it's fuckin' up they asthma (Alright) Got a bitch that's so thick, I told her walk in backwards (I got a lil' thick-ass ho) Lil' ass boy, that shit you brag about stashin' (That shit you brag about) Could only get the windows cleaned twice at the mansion (For real) And lil' ass boy, that shit you brag about stashin' (You a lil' ass boy) Could only get the windshield wiped on the Wagen Bag Life [Chorus] I fuck hoes and spin 'em, send truckloads to cities We hit hoods, take niggas custos and kill 'em Boy, take what chain? You silly, fuck wrong with these niggas? (Fuck wrong) Fuck-Fuck wrong with these bitches? Throw my Buffs on these niggas I fuck hoes and spin 'em (Spin 'em), send truckloads to cities (To cities) We hit hoods, take niggas custos and kill 'em Boy, take what chain? You silly (You silly), fuck wrong with these niggas? (Yeah) Fuck-Fuck wrong with these bitches? (Yeah) Throw my Buffs on these niggas (Yeah) [Verse 2] I be spinnin' hoes, nan' one be innocent to me (Not one) Chocolate face, rose gold, look like cinnamon to me (Phew) Snow fallin' like Franklin, I keep Benjamins on me (Bags) And this Cuban so damn heavy, it's a minivan on me (Chunky) I got nephew throwin' bullets, don't try pick these bitches off (Please) He gon' run up with that skillet, get the grillin' niggas thoughts (Tss) I'm in the club without no shirt, got on chinchilla in the loft Fully banged now, my next watch gon' finish niggas off (Oh, these niggas 'bout to be mad as hell) If I ever said I love you, call me now, make sure I still do (Call right now) Mans wanna hold a couple dollars, I got bills too If I tell you no right now, is you gon' show the real you? (That you know) You gon' tear me down all this time I tried to build you? (I swear I seen it) I done been around the block before, I really seen this film I done been depressed as hell and I done had to keep it in I done had to drive 'em, fly 'em, pack 'em, sell, repeat again I done been in love before, but I ain't have to keep the bitch [Chorus] I fuck hoes and spin 'em (What I do?), send truckloads to cities (Ball life) We hit hoods, take niggas custos and kill 'em (We in here right now) Boy, take what chain? You silly (You silly), fuck wrong with these niggas? Fuck-Fuck wrong with these bitches? Throw my Buffs on these niggas I fuck hoes and spin 'em, send truckloads to cities We hit hoods, take niggas custos and kill 'em (What?) Boy, take what chain? You silly (Boy), fuck wrong with these niggas? (Fuck wrong?) Fuck-Fuck wrong with these bitches? (Fuck wrong?) Throw my Buffs on these niggas (Got my Buffs on) [Outro] (Let's get a bag) We hit hoods, take niggas custos and kill 'em Boy, take what chain? You silly Boy, take what chain? You silly Custos This ain't truckloads Boy, take what chain? You silly I fuck hoes and spin 'em Bag Li—