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[Chorus: Silo] Don't know how to talk Don't know how to talk I been on a loss Uh, if you got a stick I just hit a lick at the pet store I really feel like a rock star Pull up in the Bentley truck, Wockhardt But I'm not a transfer Looking hella fit I got anti [Verse: heygwuapo] Bitch I'm Mister Flexalot I like to get checks too If you talking down upon the gang then we gon' check you You a pussy boy, so I don't respect you This hoe think she special, bitch you giving neck too You gotta watch your back Watch the people you sit next to I gotta count my bands, I swear to god that I'm too blessful I just took his thot and then I fuck her in the restroom I bought a new whip and then I crash it Bitch I wreck, ooooh (Ha, ha, ha, ha) Yeah my choppa going (blick!) No I cannot cuff a (lick!) You ain't never had no racks I gotta get my bag I had to go and run that fucking pack Shoutout Cartiеr, if he get jammed thеn that's my fucking slatt (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) [Outro: Silo] But I'm not a transfer Looking hella fit I got anti [Outro: heygwuapo] Bitch I'm Mister Flexalot I like to get checks too If you talking down upon the gang then we gon' check you You a pussy boy, so I don't respect you This hoe think she special, bitch you giving neck too You gotta watch your back Watch the people you sit next to I gotta count my bands, I swear to god that I'm too blessful I just took his thot and then I fuck her in the restroom I bought a new whip and then I crash it Bitch I wreck, ooooh (Ha, ha, ha, ha) Yeah my choppa going (blick!) No I cannot cuff a (lick!) You ain't never had no racks I gotta get my bag I had to go and run that fucking pack Shoutout Cartier, if he get jammed then that's my-