Silence - Lil Wop

Yeah

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah

Bitch, uh, yeah, uh

Yeah, uh (Ayy)

All of this Gucci, they think I’m Italian

I get the drip 'fore it’s out like a stylist

VVS hittin' all in my medallion

I blew a kiss to your bitch, now she smilin'

Don’t do no talkin', I’m movin' in silence

MAC got a suppressor, I shoot you in silence

Just hit me a stain, I got blood on my diamonds

Yo' bitch gon' do just what I say like I’m Simon

Fuck on yo' ho and I go back to grindin'

I stay on point, I stay sharp like a lining

Blitz in yo' trap, rush your shit like a lineman

Don’t give the guap, I’ma kill you and find it

I hang with gangsta, we mob like Italians

We all gotta eat, so these bodies keep pilin'

We up like the moon, in the night we be howlin'

I just hit a lick and I flew to the islands (Ayy)

I see dead people, I count 'em in my sleep (In my sleep, dead)

Why yo' bitch be stalkin' me?

That bitch a creep (Bitch a creep)

I called the bitch to drive the Benz 'cause I was geeked (I was too geeked)

That bitch sucked my dick 'til I couldn’t feel my feet

Hit one button on the car and it go beep (It go beep)

I blew off the top, it’s blood all on the seats

I just popped a Percocet and I ain’t eat (Nah)

I just drank a pint of blood to go to sleep

My car just flew to the future and came back (It came back)

I just saw the future me and I had racks (Had racks)

Fucked on yo' bitch, don’t want that ho 'cause she a nat

My bitch a bougee hoodrat, stay up in the trap (Ayy)

Rubber band, rubber band, rubber band, rubber band

Rubber band, rubber band, rubber band (Racks)

Too many bands, can’t count in one hand

So I gotta count up with the other hand (Yeah)

Glock on the left, but I shoot with the right

Bust yo' head and get shot with the other hand

Countin' these racks, I just run up the sack

Young nigga done ran out of rubber bands (Racks)

Rubber band, rubber band, rubber band, rubber band

Rubber band, rubber band, rubber band (All this guap)

Too many bands, can’t count in one hand

So I gotta count up with the other hand

Glock on the left, but I shoot with the right

Bust yo' head and get shot with the other hand

Countin' these racks, I just run up the sack

Young nigga done ran out of rubber bands (Racks, ayy)