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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-