lirik lagu moneybagg yo - silverware
[intro]
yeah yeah, all that
the dumb way
dumb flow, whatever you want to call it, stupid
yeah
[chorus]
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 b-tch 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
[verse 1]
i’m at your door like you owe me
might pimp a b-tch like i’m goldie
told that lil b-tch you better act right
you can get left like gin-bili
f-ck n-gg- can never expose me
i’m certified, n-gg-s know me
you p-ssy, 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 scr-pe the bottom of the pot
hit from the back, watch her t-tties jiggle
rocks on like i f-ck with jigga
come around tryna steal the juice
that’s the reason i don’t f-ck with n-gg-s
these n-gg-s they focus on this and that
i was focused on how to get the pack in
k!ll 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
[chorus]
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 b-tch 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
[verse 2]
i’m kicking p like i’m old school
with a b-tch from my old school
spittin’ facts on the pro tools
you don’t know sh-t, 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, n-gg- 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 b-tch on a stove in the traphouse
i don’t trust her so my strap out
i’m extra cautious when i’m f-ckin’ her with a rubber on, still i pull out
yeah i’m that n-gg- where i’m from
pull up right now, still bring the hood out
real n-gg-, i stand out
you a broke n-gg- looking for handouts
[chorus]
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 b-tch 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
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