Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silver Back, artist - Sada Baby. Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Silver Back |
| I play the keys, ah, ooh |
| I play with the, ayy, ayy, like Rebillet |
| Like I’m Marc Rebillet, uh |
| Ooh, uh, uh, uh |
| Playin' with the keys, Marc Rebillet, huh |
| Ballin' since they paused the NBA |
| I mean I been ballin' 'fore they paused the NBA, mmm |
| I’ll off a nigga if he in the way |
| Fuck your offer, boy, you soft as fuck, don’t care 'bout what you say |
| Sauce Walka told me I can knock a bitch until she break |
| I need to see an opp get dropped just to make my mood right, hmm |
| I’ll hit an opp bitch if she do it right, huh |
| Not mine, can’t be slime, like a Skuba life |
| Perc-10, Perc-10 |
| Perc-10, Perc-10, fuck her friend in the morning |
| Hey, red bandana wrapped 'round the tool, ayy |
| FN, my hand make it shoot right |
| He stepped in, so we left him at the red light |
| Should’ve mind his business, nah, now he dead like |
| Uh, mmm, like nothin' |
| Ain’t shit comin' out a deceased motherfucker |
| Skuba Steve, Deep End, Deep Sea, motherfucker |
| DB, Blood Gang, send a nigga off a diving board, huh |
| If he pull up in my bity, we gon' rob him for it, huh |
| If he pull up and you with him, then you dyin' for him |
| You in this shit for the smoke, know you signed up for it, huh |
| Know I signed up for it, make him spend time at the morgue, yeah |
| Hmm, we on all that |
| Bought my nephew a cap gun and a ball bat |
| He gon' aim it at your stepson lil' small hat |
| We on pure bullshit, what you call that? |
| Terrorize your squad, hollow tips make 'em fall back |
| I mean Terror Squad them niggas, bullets make them niggas lean back |
| You gon' see my silverbacks 'bout them greenbacks |
| Kidnap a nigga whole gang, get your team snatched |
| Target practice with his head, we gon' beam that |
| Infrared, yeah, with the lead, niggas need that, ooh |
| Rapid fire on that bitch, make him bleed fast, ooh |
| I’ll put a bunch of money on your cheap ass |
| Kill a nigga on Live, want the feedback, ooh |
| Like how it look when I rack it and I squeeze that, ooh |
| Did it look like I was playin' with his weak ass? |
| Or did it look like I was tellin' buddy, «Keep that?» Ooh |
| Bitch, did it look like I was playin' with whoever? |
| I ain’t playin' not never, I got M’s, I got metal |
| I got niggas in the backyard waitin' with the shovel |
| And I got niggas on the block with the chop 'bout whatever |
| I got niggas on the block with the bhop 'bout whatever |
| If you pop out, get knocked out, we’ll knock down whoever |
| We see your top, you an opp, you get the Glock, we gon' wet him |
| Hmm, get your bitch, huh, top cropped on schedule, hmm |
| I don’t see myself sparin' not a nan' nada, huh |
| 'Specially since I became Rubber Band Sada, huh |
| I got beef with a burger, knock the ham out him, huh |
| He a lame, he’ll get murked, ain’t shit to say about it, huh |
| Treat the whip like Van Dyke, take the K up out it, hmm |
| Treat the trunk like Degrassi, take the Drac' up out it, yeah, hey |
| Hmm, on God 'nem |
| He can’t hide from this shit, we gon' find him, hmm |
| We did homework on that nigga, we gon' time him |
| Do the math with my four-five, then divide him |
| Get the science from my old-head, dissect some shit |
| Burglar bars on the foreign whip, protect some shit |
| Hang my arm out the middle of 'em and wreck some shit |
| Call a spade a spade, I’ll swing and deck some shit |
| Give your bitch one night, fun pipe, I’ll make some shit, duh |