Silverware - T.I., Moneybagg Yo

Yeah yeah, all that

The dumb way

Dumb flow, whatever you want to call it, stupid

Yeah

Told Larry Live take me back to the trap

I used to live in there

Spent such and such on a whip it’s coupe-ish

I told the bitch get in there

All white futon in the trap

You can’t even sit in there

All blue-tipped bullets in the Glock

They don’t 'posed to be in there

Drake, carbon, Dillingers

Wrist cold, Frigidaire

I whip the dope with silverware

She gangster, woah, I’m feelin' her

I got on flip flops and a Rollie

I’m rocking rocks like Hova

Heard you want war, I’m a soldier

I’m at your door like Jehovah, yeah

I’m at your door like you owe me

Might pimp a bitch like I’m Goldie

Told that lil bitch you better act right

You can get left like Ginobili

Fuck nigga can never expose me

I’m certified, niggas know me

You pussy, you 12, you told it

You say you know the grind, show me

I’m in the trap with some Ferragamo house shoes

A Glock, and a Rollie watch

All I know is I’ma get me some extras

If I scrape the bottom of the pot

Hit from the back, watch her titties jiggle

Rocks on like I fuck with Jigga

Come around tryna steal the juice

That’s the reason I don’t fuck with niggas

These niggas they focus on this and that

I was focused on how to get the pack in

Kill a show then count the backend

They say I left the streets, well I’m back then

I’m getting money, how you ain’t notice?

How much you told, stop being owed

Diamonds on me got frostbite

What I’m sippin' on it get the cough right, ooh

Told Larry Live take me back to the trap

I used to live in there

Spent such and such on a whip it’s coupe-ish

I told the bitch get in there

All white futon in the trap

You can’t even sit in there

All blue-tipped bullets in the Glock

They don’t 'posed to be in there

Drake, carbon, Dillingers

Wrist cold, Frigidaire

I whip the dope with silverware

She gangster, woah, I’m feelin' her

I got on flip flops and a Rollie

I’m rocking rocks like Hova

Heard you want war, I’m a soldier

I’m at your door like Jehovah, yeah

I’m kicking P like I’m old school

With a bitch from my old school

Spittin' facts on the Pro Tools

You don’t know shit, I can coach you

Four handguns, two dracos with me

And it’s a brick in here

On the E-Way headed to the destination

Ridin' dirty like Chamillionaire

I’m everywhere, and you never there

You ain’t who you say you is

I’m on plenty drank and a lot of pills

I don’t even know how to feel

You don’t feed your team, nigga how you real?

I just want to know that

Everywhere I go they like there he go

I’m feeling like Kodak

I’m smashin' a bitch on a stove in the traphouse

I don’t trust her so my strap out

I’m extra cautious when I’m fuckin' her with a rubber on, still I pull out

Yeah I’m that nigga where I’m from

Pull up right now, still bring the hood out

Real nigga, I stand out

You a broke nigga looking for handouts

Told Larry Live take me back to the trap

I used to live in there

Spent such and such on a whip it’s coupe-ish

I told the bitch get in there

All white futon in the trap

You can’t even sit in there

All blue-tipped bullets in the Glock

They don’t 'posed to be in there

Drake, carbon, Dillingers

Wrist cold, Frigidaire

I whip the dope with silverware

She gangster, woah, I’m feelin' her

I got on flip flops and a Rollie

I’m rocking rocks like Hova

Heard you want war, I’m a soldier

I’m at your door like Jehovah, yeah