Lyrics Fentanyl Flow - Silver

Twenty thousand dollars worth of drugs up in the scat
Fentanyl up in the air got the junkies coming back
Either go and flip a pack or bring the Mexicans right back
I'm just giving you information to go and make em racks

They tried to kill dee money when he tried to go and flee the scene
Cash coming from Carolina shout out my big homie
If rap don't workout my plug would put me back on my feet
I ain't talking Halloween when I told this bitch trick and treat
I done really had some mothafuckers get set up by strippers
It so crazy what these bitches would do for some percs and liquor
I done seen my homies turn to junkies having chills and shivers
How I got all these pounds when i just wanted to be a pitcher
Now I'm trying get rid of these bags and get paid of a verse
Want some advice on some money go and rob a plug first
Bring it back to me I'll show you how to triple up the work
Taking all these pain pills like I'm crippled up and hurt
Twenty thousand dollars worth of drugs and jewelry on me
Yeah he got robbed the first time he tried to go compete with me
This ain't no fairy tale story this is everything I seen
Bitch I'm really icey doing all this business with them feigns
Yeah his dumbass almost died when he tried to go cause a scene
I put the glock on my hip before I leave can't change my routine
I done ran over fifty thousand dollars since I was a teen
Same ones I use to look up to now wanna compete with me
You still got the same pound from last week homie I know you can't sell it
I cannot leave no money traces homie you cannot Zelle it
I can eyeball a whole pound I don't even need to go scale
If you seen what I just did you better not ever go tell it
Another homie in a box
The block is getting hot
I just got the call that another homie just got shot
Yeah they want pay back I don't think they want him to go get caught
Only thing I fear In this world is the mothafucking swat
I done seen a grown man take a quarter million dollar L
Momma told me don't say much but I got a story to tell
I done went and met a plug on the day I got expelled
Never looked back I can count money better than I can spell
You ain't doing shit with your life then you better go risk it
I done seen them set they homie up just to go count some digits
I was 15 years old when I seen them bricks up in the kitchen
Even thru these Louie frames homie you can see my vision

Twenty thousand dollars worth of drugs up in the scat
Fentanyl up in the air got the junkies coming back
Either go and flip a pack or bring the Mexicans right back
I'm just giving you information to go and make 'em racks