YaboiGrizz - Silent Hill

I'm bout this shit for real
Dove head first in the field
I'm a walking nightmare
Like I came from Silent Hill
I smoke like Cypress Hill
In my pocket I got bills
And you know I'm bout that business
Suit and tie this shit for real
You know I keep that steel
On my hip like iron workers
This chopper got some titties
Don't make that bitch start twerking
Imma pull up with no feelings
I might just have to murk you
Imma numb up with those killers
In all black we gone hearse you

This all fact
No fiction
This ain't TV
Or commercial
If the play for me
I swear I run that pack
Just like I'm Herschel
Real hitta
Quick to Walker(em) down
If he play pussy to me
Telling you now
You better not do it
I'm a shooter
Not a rookie
I'm a vet with the tech
And I got stripes like the ref
Hope you understand me nigga
Imma die bout my respect
Black flaggin til the day they take me
And I'm at your neck
Almost broke my leg
Cause my name hold weight
And I carry it when I step
Oh my god
Why this nigga out here
Going so hard
Bout to have me a son
Tryna get new cars
Can't lay in a grave
Or be behind bars
I have to defy those odds
Niggas thinking small
I'm trying to live large
You only get yourself one shot
Once you pull that bitch
You got to pop
Shoot that bitch till it stop
On god

I'm bout this shit for real
Dove head first in the field
I'm a walking nightmare
Like I came from Silent Hill
I smoke like Cypress Hill
In my pocket I got bills
And you know I'm bout that business
Suit and tie this shit for real
You know I keep that steel
On my hip like iron workers
This chopper got some titties
Don't make that bitch start twerking
Imma pull up with no feelings
I might just have to murk you
Imma numb up with those killers
In all black we gone hearse you

Written by:
Gisselle Smith

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