Edgar JC & Tiggavelli - Silence

Oh nah he wilding
We gone catch him in the island
We chilling and styling get to the racks and pile it
Hop on the jet niggas don't know that we pilots
They getting upset we making moves silence
Oh nah he wilding
We gone catch him in the island
We chilling and styling get to the racks and pile it
Hop on the jet niggas don't know that we pilots
They getting upset we making moves silence

I walk in the room my energy hit like a riot
I ain't wasting time you fucking wit mine then it's quiet
Fucking wit mine then you dying
Oh nah he wilding
We gone catch him in the city
Send him a bad lil bitty, you ain't gotta fuck
Just flash him a titty, you ain't gotta suck
Just give him a hicky
A seven of shelf, It cost like one fifty
All in a wood it's time to get litty
Clase Azul she trynna get silly
Just cuz I be drippy, she wanna leave wit me
I move in silence I move in private
All of these niggas
They just pocket watching
I pour up four I be high as a pilot
Harlem get cheese, we chop it we pile it
Oh na she wilding
She wanna ask for a discount
Hmmmm
I'm not the one
Money machine I don't miscount
She ain't sucking or fucking
Off of the whip she gone dismount
We don't miss shots
We spin the block make this bitch count

Coming in hot, we bringing that fire
Stay on my toes you cannot catch me slipping
If I catch you next to God you'll be sitting
Bitch caught a lick counting racks yea we chilling
Don't come at me body parts get to shipping
Amber Alert nigga you missing

Oh nah he wilding
We gone catch him in the island
We chilling and styling get to the racks and pile it
Hop on the jet niggas don't know that we pilots
They getting upset we making moves silence
Oh nah he wilding
We gone catch him in the island
We chilling and styling get to the racks and pile it
Hop on the jet niggas don't know that we pilots
They getting upset we making moves silence

Written by:
Edgar Cortorreal, Jonathan Jimenez

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