Silent (feat. DaBoiiiab)

Take his head off we don't speak about it Im the pilot you ain't even in the cockpit Why you doing what im doing like im babysitting You ain't even made no heat you should prolly quit it Gettin to the money all you got is counterfeit I could spend your monthly budget on a single fit Don't speak unless you do it you don't got a stick And I can't even tell why they always jackin shit Look and this bitch want to f*ck Put that ass down now she goin pick it up Give a f*ck bout the doe imma need me a buck Why that bitch always talking cuz she sound like a duck Big Whips all my homies run it up And if they got a problem then they might go shoot at 1 Imma just flex it f*ck it pour the bottle once And if im fucking wit you we goin get this money up No Discussion Loud like a trumpet Bitch got some ass finna blast like eruption All you do is talk and I call that assumption Boy you aint hot shoot your ass at the function Brodie tried to run and hide im steady in the alley I hit him when im hidden some people say that's the valley Im running way to quick so these dudes can't even rally Got a pistol on me and I had to name her sally Take his head off we don't speak about it Im the pilot you ain't even in the cockpit Why you doing what im doing like im babysitting You ain't even made no heat you should prolly quit it Gettin to the money all you got is counterfeit I could spend your monthly budget on a single fit Don't speak unless you do it you don't got a stick And I can't even tell why they always jackin shit When she hit the high note, That's right hoe Flynote, f*ck her like a sidehoe Might go, and the flow is hella got bro If he want a taco imma slice him like cilantro Really want some cheddar imma order me some nachos Pronto, man I need my money huncho Need my limelight imma cross him like lonzo On show, and I really love a bad hoe Stomp him with the mikes, not a party that I can't go Bum, play the strings or the drum Got that last gem and I put it in my thumb Brodie talking stupid turn his ass to a crumb Really with the demons don't need help from a nun And don't call yourself a hitter till that shit really done Im ballin, bitch im the cheat code Lookin for the haters never see them in the streets tho Take his head off we don't speak about it Im the pilot you ain't even in the cockpit Why you doing what im doing like im babysitting You ain't even made no heat you should prolly quit it Gettin to the money all you got is counterfeit I could spend your monthly budget on a single fit Don't speak unless you do it you don't got a stick And I can't even tell why they always jackin shit