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​ssx - silo lyrics

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[intro]
(yo, silo k!lled this sh*t)

[chorus: midwxst]
k!ll that boy, his case is closed
i get sh*t off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
i’ve been counting all them blues, you know i’m running to the notes
i don’t speak on sh*t i do, you know i keep it undisclosed

[verse 1: midwxst]
in that srt, that demon, b*tch
he want steam, unload the clip
like ssx, b*tch, i got tricks
scratch that boy right off my list
don’t beef, i don’t politic
i’m stacking my cheese, b*tch, i’m too rich
hit my target then we dip
all my haters on my d*ck
i told that boy, “shut up,” watch his f*cking mouth
you don’t wanna see what’s going down, b*tch, this sh*t can go south
we gon’ hit that boy with all them rounds, his time is running out
already got some money, i don’t care about the f*cking clout
i moved out at eighteen, if i was you, i’d hate me
turbo in the whip, b*tch, already know we racing
[pre*chorus: midwxst]
only getting first, b*tch, that’s the sh*t i’m placing
i walk in the function and your girl, her hеart is racing, ha (b*tch)

[chorus: midwxst]
k!ll that boy, his case is closed
i get sh*t off of thе runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
i’ve been counting all them blues, you know i’m running to the notes
i don’t speak on sh*t i do, you know i keep it undisclosed

[verse 2: bronclair]
ha, ha, did bad in school, don’t test me
i’m finna f*ck on that ho and her bestie
i got the sauce, yeah, i got the recipe
i leave with your ho and now she missing me
yeah, all these dork ass n*ggas tryna be me
i feel john cena, b*tch, you cannot see me
yeah, i got the guap, b*tch, i am too greedy (yeah)
i’m f*cking high, but n0body knows
only nineteen and i’m selling out shows
i’m at my highs and you at your lows
you can’t press me, b*tch, i never fold
sing like the opera, b*tch, i feel like [?]
these n*ggas be p*ssy, yeah, they not my bros
and i can’t text you and i can’t call you
so why the f*ck you hitting my phone?
ha, ha, can’t f*ck with these n*ggas, i can’t
i feel like the g.o.a.t., feel like duwap kaine
don’t touch my rank, you just can’t, man
n*gga always talk about the same thing
you fell off, you cannot maintain
lil’ ass kid, stay in your lane
yeah, she think that i’m crazy
[pre*chorus: midwxst]
only getting first, b*tch, that’s the sh*t i’m placing
i walk in the function and your girl, her heart is racing, ha (b*tch)

[chorus: midwxst]
k!ll that boy, his case is closed
i get sh*t off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
i’ve been counting all them blues, you know i’m running to the notes
i don’t speak on sh*t i do, you know i keep it undisclosed
k!ll that boy, his case is closed
i get sh*t off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes
i’ve been counting all them blues, you know i’m running to the notes
i don’t speak on sh*t i do, you know i keep it undisclosed

[verse 3: midwxst]
ayy, f*ck it, i finna rap fast
choppas on me and that sh*t finna blast
leaving that boy broken down in a cast
b*tch, i’m a punk, i’m not talking ’bout daft
you should do comedy, making me laugh
feel like jim carrey, i’m wearing a mask
my brothers really be waving them flags
feel like a rocket, b*tch, i’m finna blast off

[outro: bronclair]
i’m f*cking high, but n0body knows
only nineteen and i’m selling out shows
i’m at my highs and you at your lows
you can’t press me, b*tch, i never fold
sing like the opera, b*tch, i feel like [?]
these n*ggas be p*ssy, yeah, they not my bros
and i can’t text you and i can’t call you
so why the f*ck you hitting my phone?

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