Silencer Video (MV)

(Expensive)
Cutthroat business, cutthroat business, yeah
KTB, nigga
Cutthroat business
Yeah, yeah

Go in all the opps bios, ayy
We been feelin' all the, "Long lives"
We been steppin' for this whole year
Back to back smack, I got no chill
I go get dirty in designer gear
I pop a .30, I ain't talkin' 'bout a pill
Bitch, I'm a gangster, don't care 'bout your tears
I'ma spank a nigga like he my kid
And, I'ma keep it a brick
I got a itch 'cause I popped me a glitch
Robin jeans, I had to rob for a fit
Don't like how these nigga be talkin', he sits
Back to back droppin' hits
They can't keep up the Scat Pack got the kit
Talkin' too much, I got somethin' for that bitch
Silencer on the stick

I tried to kill me a nigga on his birthday
I just want twenty-five bodies for Christmas
Pop too much Percs with the water, I'm pissy
We just found him, but he still end up missin'
I put the bag on the bitch, that's a fifty
I pull up crashin' on shit, that's collision
Oh, it's a bag on this shit? Where's the toilet?
I pull up cashin' on shit, that's a total
This what we rappin' all day, what we steppin' 'bout
KTB, Lauderkill, bitch, Pompanolia
Swap out a hit, cross a bitch nigga over
Rock out and hit, take his arm off his shoulder
They came over, what you say? Let's do lunch
Come on, let me shoot this nut in yo' gut
Muffler on the cutter, everybody, hush
I swing that Blackout, bitch like a punch

I'ma leave you right there where you had me f*cked up at
If play then you lay was a person
I be takin' so much Percs, I love takin' Percs
I should just turn to a Perky
I'ma leave you right there where you had me f*cked up at
If play then you lay was a person
I be takin' so much Percs, I love takin' Percs
I should just turn to a Perky

I'm tryna kill me a f*ck nigga grandma
I'm tryna break me a f*ck nigga heart
Pop out, I hop out, and rock out on camera
And I ain't sparin' no nigga, that's art
Ain't get no letter from you in the slammer
All I remember three hots and a cot
Now I'm back out, so much extravaganza
Ran so many Ms up, I know there's a God
I'm tryna kill me a f*ck nigga grandma
I'm tryna break me a f*ck nigga heart
Pop out, I hop out, and rock out on camera
And I ain't sparin' no nigga, that's art
Ain't get no letter from you in the slammer
All I remember three hots and a cot
Now I'm back out, so much extravaganza
Ran so many Ms up, I know there's a God

Go all the opps' bios, ayy
We been feelin' all the, "Long lives"
We been steppin' for this whole year
Back to back smack, I got no chill
I go get dirty in designer gear
I pop a .30, I ain't talkin' 'bout a pill
Bitch, I'm a gangster, don't care 'bout your tears
I'ma spank a nigga like he my kid
And, I'ma keep it a brick
I got a itch 'cause I popped me a glitch
Just to get high, he gon' rob for a fit
You jump in this ride, batter know how to shift
Back to back droppin' hits
They can't keep up the Scat Pack got the kit
Talkin' too much, I got somethin' for that bitch (what?)
Silencer on the stick