Текст песни Silver Bullets - Kahrion , Qari

Ima get serious
I′m makin appearances
Just building a brand
Still need that check in advance
I like tequila and sand
Sandalwood Burnin again
I guess I'm really a hippy
Thing on my hip call it hippy
Might be a while for you get me
All of my niggas got Whitney
Bobby
Brittany
She feel that dick in her kidneys
Just put the lick in the fendi
Please don′t mistake me
For friendly
Just put that shit in my bag
Been that nigga
No trendy

Rambe I pop out the roof nigga ita be u before ita be me
Bitches b mad at the crash but they neva look first before crossing the street
U will get shot thru a bag
My nigga u run up n u think it's sweet
I got some pain n some anger before all that molly I gritted my teeth
Rambe I'm back on the juice
The perc got me loose
I feel it in me
Im innat silver bullet on 290 grippin I′m whippin discrete
Outwest nigga stay flee right off of madison be my street
Sum my niggas say 4, sum my nigga say g
Og all my flows, young nigga been unique
Glocky thas my bro, he lookin out for me
He know how I roll, he know where I be
Rambe done took control, its comin over me
Ain′t no consoling me
I'm my own nigga, aint no moldin me
All of them hoes u on is old to me
See no limits we some soldiers know the troop gone roll in fleets
Right where we sposed to be
Lookin like gold to me
We lookin like yes u lookin like no to me
U niggas is ogalvies
I need my check, gimme my ovals please

Never gone leave my mans out
Nigga dont need no handouts
Ima just blow this dope smoke
Ima just let shit pan out
And this shit gone get ran up
Til this shit all get ran out
Troop pullin up in tandem
Murder scene look so random
Glock 19 so handsom
34 Round enhanced em
Big body benz cost ransom
Box chevy drop my trans in
Safehouse drop my bands in