Silk Da Shoccer lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
I walk in this b*tch like Silkk the Shocker
.556s in a dirty chopper
Stick [?], I'm not a boxer
Beat the pot like De la Hoya, Óscar
These n*ggas act as they should get an Oscar
.556s will fix a n*gga posture
I slide through this b*tch like the Green Goblin
Don't be a menace, n*gga, do we got a problem?
I don't like Batman like that, I like Robin
Not the sidekick, I literally like robbin'
I will rob the f*ck out you with no bother
I will rob you and not give a f*ck about the karma
I will rob you while you out with yo' baby mama
Do you like the police make you put yo' arms up?
You talk like a gangster but I know you harmless
I shoot thе stick like the Black Mamba
When I'm in thе trap, this b*tch goin' bonkers
I ride for my dogs like the n*gga from Yonkers
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.556s flip sh*t like an omelette
I walk in this b*tch like Russell Westbrook
Beat the pot, cookin' dope, hit it with a left hook
These n*ggas 'round here move like Kid 'n Play
Up the Drac', shoot the sh*t out yo' face
You don't sell dope, then get out the way
Up the Drac', do what the f*ck Simon say
.556s will break your spine today
.556s will take your mind away
My big cousin hit ten [?] in two pounds
I tried my hardest to find his hidin' place
If I ever would've found a n*gga hidin' place, I would've robbed my own cousin dead in his face
I'm a slithery n*gga from back in the days
I tried to change but I'm back in my ways
I will backhand slap the f*ck out your face
Can't stop cookin' crack, it's not just a phase
I deserve over a thousand Js
My mom never bought me no Michael Js
I cook crack in a broke down microwave
I could lift my wrist and then light the weight
.556s will light yo' face
I can't work for a white man, makin' minimum wage
I walked across the block, now across the stage
I got more money than every n*gga I went to school with
I robbed a couple n*ggas, that's why I'm not cool with 'em
But I ain't like the sh*t they was doin' or how they was maneuverin'
You can't talk one way then act another
'Cause I will rob you, turn around and rob your brother
I robbed a n*gga one time and he told my mother
The next Mother's Day, I robbed a n*gga mother
They say Papi a slithery motherf*cker
That's on you if you wanna try and trust me
I up the stick, I'm not really a tussler
I got more chains on me than Busta
Yo' uncle [?]
My pockets fat like DJ Mustard
Trampoline trap, Papi get it jumpin'
I don't care if my man winnin', I'm still gon' jump him
Punch you in yo' sh*t and get to stompin'
Now yo' head look like a pumpkin
I cook crack like my grandma make [?]
They fightin' in the trap like it's Royal Rumble
My wrist in the pot like I'm makin' gumbo
I roll with that sack, I will never fumble
I won't trip, skip or stumble