SilenceDArapgame lyrics

[Intro: Na-Kel Smith & Earl Sweatshirt]
This what they all been waiting for
(This what they all been waiting for)
Listen, mm (Look, look, look, look)
They not ready for this one
It's like how many times you gon' fall down, come around
Mm, huh, huh
f*ck these n*ggas man, n*ggas want to hate on me, spit on me, I don't give a f*ck man

[Verse 1: Na-Kel Smith]
Same n*gga in the hood pushing weight
It must be my birthday, all this f*cking cake
I don't give a f*ck what she got to say
If she ain't giving face then she get out my f*cking place
Got a b*tch with a n*gga, got a n*gga with some money
I'ma rob that n*gga, ain't sh*t funny (it's really not)
Except when I'm laughing to the bank (that's true)
Loud pack n*gga smoking stank (that's true)
I don't give a f*ck what you think (that's true)
Syrup n*gga, that's what I drink (that's true)
Popped out the cut with the chopper, hit em with the something
I don't give a f*ck if your b*tch, my song she bumping
I pop mollies, I smoke weed
I done lost my whole mind, that's a b*tch
Where that extended clip? Thebe pass that! (I will)
And I'ma pull it out POP POP
All these n*ggas turn to running backs
Please n*gga run it back, I'ma problem in the f*cking booth
Sojourner with the f*cking truth
I'ma burn ya in the f*cking booth, listen
Tie a n*gga up by his ankles (Why?)
f*ck a fat b*tch, they got kankles (She so damn fat man)
And I don't give a f*ck what she ain't gon' do
Cause she sucking and f*cking the whole damn crew
n*ggas know that I pop me a b*tch n*gga or two
Why I'm in the booth going in b*tch, this with my friend b*tch
I been, what? What the f*ck you said bout my mans b*tch?
I'ma punch you in the f*cking mouth, your b*tch going down south
Now I'm getting guala, cut a leaf just like a f*cking koala
But I'm on your face off, n*gga I'm a real boss (guur)
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Alright look, look, n*ggas just woke up man
Look, look, look, look
sh*t on a n*gga whole life, seen this n*gga in my whole life
I ain't never, I ain't never seen this n*gga in my whole life
n*gga this my old ice
That's my old ho, you from my old life, you can go, go
I come to your show, it's a no show
We gon' come to your house, leave you running like Flo-Jo
Merry Christmas b*tch, I bought you a present
It's a f*cking Mac-11, send your boyfriend to heaven
Yup, Christmas season, I ain't playing if she just teasing
n*ggas know me, I'm not weeded but this icy, it's so freezing
I'm at the movies with my b*tch buying popcorn, n*gga
Sike, I'm at my house with my b*tch trying to watch porn, n*gga
f*ck her in the booty, then take her to the movies
I got my priorities straight, f*ck my whore by the lake
Uh, I'm on tour with the steak, no Ricki
Got shot nine times, no 50, n*gga
Uh, uh, and I feel like Lionel Richie, n*gga
Got a nice haircut, half black...

[Outro: Earl Sweatshirt]
How the f*ck this n*gga try to talk with vagina breath?
How the f*ck am I supposed to know how many condoms I got left?