Silverware (Remix)

[Intro: Moneybagg Yo] Yeah yeah, all that The dumb way Dumb flow, whatever you want to call it, stupid Yeah [Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo] Told Larry Live take me back to the trap I used to live in there Spent such and such on a whip it's coupe-ish I told the bitch get in there All white futon in the trap You can't even sit in there All blue-tipped bullets in the Glock They don't 'posed to be in there Drake, carbon, Dillingers Wrist cold, Frigidaire I whip the dope with silverware She gangster, woah, I'm feelin' her I got on flip flops and a Rollie I'm rocking rocks like Hova Heard you want war, I'm a soldier I'm at your door like Jehovah, yeah [Verse 1: T.I.] My niggas ain't nothin' but extortionists Why you 'posed to finesse the play, don't go to forcin' shit Kill the shit 'fore it can start like abortionists Droppin' babies in her mouth like an orphanage Jack get on your ass, it's gon' be unfortunate Killin' that pussy like Doctor Kevorkian Back to my origins Dope boy academy, valedictorian Droppin' cash on the whatever store we in Brand new DeLorean, back to the future I fuck with real niggas, really kill niggas No disrespect but I can't introduce you Only watch out when you with me, it's simple Don't make me look stupid, don't do nothing goofy Only speak when you're spoken to Don't be name dropping, that's some ho shit And who you smoke weed in the studio with Don't nobody need to know that Hollerin' money bag, finna run a bag, way up, way up Nigga talk down on me, told my youngins let it go, they still done him bad I felt bad for the man, then I said fuck it, good for his ass [Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo] Told Larry Live take me back to the trap I used to live in there Spent such and such on a whip it's coupe-ish I told the bitch get in there All white futon in the trap You can't even sit in there All blue-tipped bullets in the Glock They don't 'posed to be in there Drake, carbon, Dillingers Wrist cold, Frigidaire I whip the dope with silverware She gangster, woah, I'm feelin' her I got on flip flops and a Rollie I'm rocking rocks like Hova Heard you want war, I'm a soldier I'm at your door like Jehovah, yeah [Verse 2: MoneyBagg Yo] I'm at your door like you owe me Might pimp a bitch like I'm Goldie Told that lil bitch you better act right You can get left like Ginobili Fuck nigga can never expose me I'm certified, niggas know me You pussy, you 12, you told it You say you know the grind, show me I'm in the trap with some Ferragamo house shoes A Glock, and a Rollie watch All I know is I'ma get me some extras If I scrape the bottom of the pot Hit from the back, watch her titties jiggle Rocks on like I fuck with Jigga Come around tryna steal the juice That's the reason I don't fuck with niggas These niggas they focus on this and that I was focused on how to get the pack in Kill a show then count the backend They say I left the streets, well I'm back then I'm getting money, how you ain't notice? How much you told, stop being owed Diamonds on me got frostbite What I'm sippin' on it get the cough right, ooh [Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo] Told Larry Live take me back to the trap I used to live in there Spent such and such on a whip it's coupe-ish I told the bitch get in there All white futon in the trap You can't even sit in there All blue-tipped bullets in the Glock They don't 'posed to be in there Drake, carbon, Dillingers Wrist cold, Frigidaire I whip the dope with silverware She gangster, woah, I'm feelin' her I got on flip flops and a Rollie I'm rocking rocks like Hova Heard you want war, I'm a soldier I'm at your door like Jehovah, yeah