Silent Hill (feat. Kodak Black) lyrics

Why, oh, why, oh, why, oh, why you keep fuckin' with me? You gon' make me jump out my skin, believe me Push these niggas off me like: Huh Push these bitches off me like: Huh Push these niggas off me like: Huh Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes, I'm pushin' 'em all off me like: Huh Pushin' 'em all off me like: Huh (yeah) Aha, I be immune to shit (aha) Tuck in the broom and shit (aha) They want to assume and shit (aha) Know you a choke, my assets are close I howl at the Moon and shit (aha) Know the results, the ballot is in and I'm about to boom again (aha) You funny, dawg Peek-a-boo, can't hide behind your money, dawg A week or two, I meditate on runnin' lost Swerve, swerve, swerve, shake the currents off, yeah Push these niggas off me like: Huh Push these bitches off me like: Huh Push these niggas off me like: Huh Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes, I'm pushin' 'em all off me like: Huh Pushin' them all off me like: Huh (yeah) Head up, chest out Silence, I'm stressed out Shh, be quiet, I'm stressed out Stressed out, stressed out, stressed Pick my daughter up, she need all the love I need all the love, I mean all of us It's like six o'clock, bitch, you talk too much You makin' it awkward, love I mean, it's hard enough, I mean, it's- They don't fuck with me even if they could Pull out the stick, hit a bitch with the wood First to park Rolls-Royce, 'vert in the hood Don't worry about us over here, we good The AP Roman numeral, everywhere I go I need pharmaceuticals I ran my whole conglomerate, I was just mappin' shit out in the cubicle Suicide coupe was a funeral, Trackhawk launch like a slingshot Big ol' ruby diamond on my pinky finger, that bitch look like a Ring Pop Money on my mind, money on your head Can't rap three times while you comin' through the 'jects Red cross kept a nigga fed In the studio with K. Dot, fresh out the feds Yeah, you niggas can't stand the rain, you niggas don't stand a chance Yeah, Chevrolet candy paint, I spend a band in a Benz I caught a bitch off a Google app I'm the type to kill my shooter whacked I had to survive off a tuna pack Five percent tint on the wood, like, who was that? Coupe take off like it's mad Beat the dope with a fork, I'm whippin' up Sudafed, I'm doin' scams in the lab Every Thursday's girl's day, spendin' time with my daughter, make me go harder Every Sunday's son's day, teach my boy to be a man, I ain't had no father Fell in the love with the block, I ain't have no pop, just a sawed-off shotgun, Mossberg We stackin' that money up proper, opp with diamonds, look like marbles Audemar water, aqua beatin' the block up till we spout 'em I don't want your ice, boy, I want your life, but fuck it, I might still rob 'em Yo Push these niggas off me like: Huh Push these bitches off me like: Huh Push these niggas off me like: Huh Pushin' the snakes, I'm pushin' the fakes, I'm pushin' 'em all off me like: Huh Pushin' 'em all off me like: Huh (yeah) Head up, chest out It's all laxed, I'm stressed out Shh, be quiet, I'm stressed out Stressed out, stressed out, stressed out