Nakel Smith - SilenceDArapgame lyrics

[Intro] This what they all been waiting for (This what they all been waiting for) Listen (look, look, look, look) They not ready for this one It's like how many times you gon' fall down, come around f** these n***as man, n***as want to hate on me, spit on me, I don't give a f** man [Verse 1: Nakel Smith] Same n***a in the hood pushing weight It must be my birthday, all this f**ing cake I don't give a f** what she got to say If she ain't giving face then she get out my f**ing place Got a b**h with a n***a, got a n***a with some money I'ma rob that n***a, ain't sh** funny (it's really not) Except when I'm laughing to the bank (that's true) Loud pack n***a smoking stank (that's true) I don't give a f** what you think (that's true) Syrup n***a, 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** if your b**h, my song she bumping I pop mollies, I smoke weed I done lost my whole mind, that's a b**h Where that extended clip? Thebe pa** that! (I will) And I'ma pull it out POP POP all these n***as turn to running backs Please n***a run it back, I'ma plow em in the f**ing booth Sojourner with the f**ing truth I'ma burn ya in the f**ing booth, listen Tie a n***a up by his ankles (Why?) f** a fat b**h, they got kankles (She so damn fat man) And I don't give a f** what she ain't gon' do Cause she s**ing and f**ing the whole damn crew n***as know that I pop me a b**h n***a or two Why I'm in the booth going in b**h, this with my friend b**h I been, what? What the f** you said bout my mans b**h? I'ma punch you in the f**ing mouth, your b**h going down south Now I'm getting guala, cut a leaf just like a f**ing koala But I'm on your face off, n***a I'm a real boss (guur) [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] Alright look, look, n***as just woke up man Look, look, look, look sh** on a n***a whole life, seen this n***a in my whole life I ain't never, I ain't never seen this n***a in my whole life n***a 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**h, I bought you a present It's a f**ing Mac-11, send your boyfriend to heaven Yup, Christmas season, I ain't playing if she just teasing n***as know me, I'm not weeded But this icy, it's so freezing I'm at the movies with my b**h buying popcorn, n***a Sike, I'm at my house with my b**h trying to watch p**n, n***a f** her in the booty, then take her to the movies I got my priorities straight, f** my who*e by the lake Uh, I'm on tour with the steak, no Ricki Got shot nine times, no 50, n***a Uh, uh, and I feel like Lionel Richie, n***a Got a nice haircut, half black... [Outro] How the f** this n***a try to talk with vagina breath? How the f** am I supposed to know how many condoms I got left?