Silli Boi lyrics

Soon as I switch up the style, n*ggas starting hatin and sh*t
I sit back and let the money pile up 'cause the caine is legit
I did this record for Dez, I blew the pack up with [?]
f*ck going on in their head, in the booth seeing red
On the end, ducking fast
Shot my n*ggas breaking bread, I hit the block for the split
n*ggas trying to go legit
Crack the Hen, kill the 5th
Collect the first and the fifth
Duece chains like I'm tit[?], ooo
Usain when I spit, ooo
Loops made round your b*tch, uh
I don't trust not a nair hoe
She follow orders cause I said so
Woooo b*tches Rick Flair doe
Don't push me cause I'm on the edge bro
I could be writing for your favorite rapper and none of you n*ggas would ever know
n*ggas, might want to get you a verse when it's cheap and don't tell em when prices grow
I'm trying to freeze up the whole team
Till every wrist, every chest gleam
n*ggas want to test my testees, these b*tches want to check em sexually
Had to check the n*ggas next to me
Cause n*ggas know I got the recipe
If I don't know you, then don't lecture me
f*ck with n*ggas, heavily
f*ck with the blood and the crips, ay
Crackin the 8 out the vip
She want to polish the tip, ay
Pulling the Glock out the kit
Don't toy with the squad, see
All my n*ggas on they job
n*ggas studied all they sauce, uh
Trying to get these pockets large
Got the bass bumping heavy
And I got blocks of the brrr
If you need me hit the celly
Bout' business just don't say a word
On the phone hearing clicks, ay
On the phone hearing clicks, ay
Keep it quiet about their moves, ay
Know the boys watch their sh*t