Silverspoon lyrics

[Intro: Babyfxce E & BigWestt]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Yop, yop)
Yeah
Striker Gang, Striker Boys, M Block, all that sh*t
Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on, I ain't finna keep tellin' y'all n*ggas, like (Uh-huh)
Huh, huh, huh (Come on)

[Verse 1: Babyfxce E & BigWestt]
You doin' somethin' if you come up every day
She keep prayin' that I change, but I'm still stuck in all my ways
Grew up off paper plates, warm it up, it stuck all to the plate
I just got my 'bow gone, what the f*ck I'ma do with all this shake?
You want somebody to see you so bad, tryna put it all in they face
Calm down, we see you, gang, somebody give his ass a cake
I ain't gon' lie, I carry my Glock all the time, so I'm 'bout to go grab my Drac'
Sometimes, I don't feel like carryin' that b*tch, want somethin' I can put up on my waist
Like a button
Want your room, it's gon' be a lil' hard to love you (Huh)
Flash my kit any time I get, that's a bad-lookin' motherf*cker (Huh)
Been like a week since I talked my sh*t, I might be a lil' rusty (Huh)
Pull up in the hood in a 'Cat, back then, that's like pullin' up in a Cutlass
Yeah, feel like Emoni
Now we in the Ghost, I feel like Tommy
I wanna ball, man, I feel like watchin'
Can't read the watch, don't know where I got it
n*ggas try to reach for clout, we don't pay attention to 'em
Huh, if n*ggas was really threats, we would've been sent 'em to 'em (Huh)
All fast sh*t, I'm with her, then she bad sh*t
Kinda can't say I ain't had sh*t because I had sh*t
Difference is, nobody gave it to me, bro, I grabbed it
Lil' b*tch think she slick, bro, she keep tryna leave her lashes (b*tch, hold on)
[Verse 2: BigWestt]
Raw b*tch, I can rap, my b*tches do hair, they do lashes (Yeah)
I see through the bullsh*t in these dark Versace glasses
Grew up with no plates, my mama put food inside the napkins (sh*t get real)
I don't want no n*gga to hand me sh*t, BigWestt go grab it (b*tch, get the f*ck)
I grew up not havin' much, sticks and stones, rolled with the punch (Uh)
Hotel after hotel, I'm eatin' dinner out the middle-school lunch (Goddamn)
Couple years ago, I was on read, now they tryna pull they stunt (b*tch, huh?)
Either I got away or they got lost, but I ain't never lose the hunt (Skrrt, skrrt)
Gotta pick your side, lil' mama, I don't hang 'round groupie vibes
Every n*gga around me bosses, your n*gga a choose-me guy (n*gga)
I got too much motion for a n*gga, if he wanna lose me, bye
Grabba in the spliff, I'm lettin' these b*tches smoke them LooseLeafs dry
This lil' b*tch a motherf*cker, pockets bigger than a motherf*cker (Woo)
Millions in your hand, ain't feedin' your fam, I don't even wanna f*ck her (It's f*ck her)
In and out of state, servin' these plates, I ain't even tryna duck 'em (Skrrt, skrrt)
b*tches over-bitin' on my name, I ain't even tryna buck 'em
Calm down, ho, we hear you yappin' (b*tch, shut up)
With my baddie friends, they snappin' (Yeah)
Funny how these hoes find me attractive since they seen me rappin' (Yeah)
Lil' b*tch got a jit, be on the strip, she like, "Yeah, I be dancin'" (Yeah, I be dancin')
Seen my n*ggas popped out with that bag, lil' b*tch just got to prancin' (Goddamn)

[Outro: BigWestt]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Bye
Yup
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt