Silent Death

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chase Fetti] Y'all know me (what's up, nigga?), Rick Hyde what's poppin', nigga? Ay, you know what's up, nigga, uh I put three on every ten I cop Chain smoke look like some Hookah when you in the spot I'm really in them blocks Fuck you doing on my ave if you ain't finna shop? (What's up, nigga?) If you ain't stay up off my path mark, I'm sendin' shots We could beef like niggas don't fuck with swine (Uhuh) I believe that the world is mine, they keep saying its perfect time for me to black out (Black out) These shells look like fries, nigga, don't make me pull this MAC out Feel like Shaq with the back-down Ay, nigga, since we talkin' beef, I got Mad Cows Nigga, I'm a cash cow, it's bulletproofs and straps 'round I swore I was rich, the first time a nigga cashеd out I sold a hundred bricks and you still strugglin' with that pack, how? How? (Nigga, look) Go quit yo' day job My Texas bitch head so good I call hеr "Face Mob" I don't take no days off (Nah) This AMG lookin' like a motherfuckin' racecar Suck a dick, pussy nigga, I hate y'all [Verse 2: Rick Hyde] Uh, okay, the money got me feelin' like I'm seven-five Every time I write a verse feel like I'm sellin' pies We put niggas in the hearses if you need a ride Have you lookin' like you Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky The revolution gon' be televised Every time you get on wax or on a camera you start tellin' lies Two peezy's I call 'em Nina Sky 'Cause they both go for the high or I could break em' down like 89 My nigga, you don't show a wavy sign All these rappers doing nothing for the culture with these lazy lines My young nigga love the baby nine (Woo) That's yo' ass he catch you smokin' like you baby brine The work was strong enough to take a five (Whip, whip) I'm steppin' on it like Omega sign (Whip, whip) Anything to make a pie My children understated better when I say "Goodbye" I make sure I'll send them hundreds to my baby ma', huh [Verse 3: Trap Jefe] Fuckin' on the fuzz spent nine thousand in Saks Fifth All I copped was black pants and black kicks Bitch, you had to stunt like Jackie Chan doin' backflips Hate will get the cash to 808 in the casket Nigga, we don't cash out the same (Cash!) Bray in the spot, my cash out insane I might see out then go cash out the range I might pop a Perc tryna max out the pain, nigga, uh