Testo Silver Lining - Lil Yachty
Testo della canzone Silver Lining (Lil Yachty), tratta dall'album Silver Lining - Single
Mm, mm, mm, mm
And I realized, I never seen a rich nigga hate on me, nam sayin'?
Only broke niggas, I ain't gon' say rich niggas ain't hatin' on me
But they prolly just do it in private, you broke niggas need to take notes
You'll learn yourself a thing or two, for real
Pull up to colosseums, hoppin' in front when they see him
He talkin' to his BM, see that shit, wouldn't wanna be him
He's speakin' from the outside, lookin' in like there's a seein'
Pull up big-body Benz, same color sky PM
The hatred comes from GMs in my DMs
Never CEOs creepin', leakin' spillage out the mouth
How they say hip-hop ain't a nigga house when he ain't got a house?
That land belongs to mama (stop it), boy, or whoever the fuck a spouse
Your daddy shoulda pulled out and never shoulda spread her blouse
FN in my hand, extended mag did not fit in the pouch
My mother, proud of who I am, my father proud of what I'm 'bout
No matter where in the world, nigga always bound to keep it south
I fuck her like I'm only thinkin' 'bout myself (mhm)
She fuck me like she only thinkin' 'bout my wealth
A wise note to self, spare your health
Yeah, the codeine kills, all my side hos on pills
My main bitch in college still
They know I'm down when shit get real
These niggas squeal, I whip the Rolls like fuck your life
I'm switchin' lanes, it give her chills (phew)
I'm rich enough to dub all your deals
They think it's cap, I'm down to show 'em, think it's sweet? I'm down to ho 'em
Five queens in Houston with me, gang hit my phone like, "What you on?"
I said, "Texas hold 'em"
Rap niggas, I bet one thing y'all couldn't say is dick y'all never rode
I need a newer handbook, real niggas must switched up the code
They think it's cool to go and fold, I know I must be gettin' old
These young niggas gettin' old
Community full of genocides
A bunch of youngins tryna slip and slide, this drill a wave, a vicious tide
You survived? So far we did it
Lamborghini Aventador so small, I barely fit in
Moneygram, Louis shorts, the sweater hit the gym
Who really grindin'? Skateboard P
New Gucci link, bitch full of diamonds
Walkin' out the jeweler, my nose up, it's booger timin'
My name is Al, but she do what I says like I'm Simon
Stupid niggas never read the silver linin'
Terms and conditions, all these worms in the trenches made us vicious
Have you ever washed yo' scale in the dishes?
Fought the police defenseless?
Still a father to yo' kids while the baby mama trippin'?
Listen, baby boy, gotta drop your nuts, nigga, Almond Joy
Know a couple Melvins that got killed for step-daddy noise
But movin' forward, this is a Royce (Cullinan)
How I paid for it? Hundun-dun-dun-duns
Sweet D Willie, every Friday's a honey bun
Young LA one, ain't I the one? Ouwee
Ain't I the one?
Put all your niggas on, they say shit, I done tried that
Pull up any bitch you want, I bet I fried that
Four years ago, they hit my house but left the side stash
I paint her face but went too hard, she need an eye patch
Can't fuck her if her feet ain't pretty, rub against me like a fire match
Anywhere we steppin' leavin' marks like a Monster Jam tire track
Red and green pills intertwined, look like Scottish plaid
Express my feelings to a bitch, felt like a sandwich bag
She saw straight through me, I was lyin' like my bed was soft
Bring the eight to me like I child traffic
Told her I'd be out, she spammed a wild graphic
She thought it made me cum, it's only causin' traffic
24 karat glasses, give it to my twin
Shaved pen on every fin
Double life, I been on both sides of a coin like a thumb
Like vintage bubblegum, hard to bite
Ain't broke near none of them, but each e'ry one on ice
Each, e'ry one us fight, each, e'ry one us strapped
Ouwee, ouwee, mhm (Splashtown Mafia, splash)
Who decides war? Will I live to see tomorrow?
Damn right, a nigga played in this murder Movado
Codeine straight out the bottle
Sloppy threesomes, she swallow, but I'm still here for the nachos (cheese, bitch)
Boy, I know scary niggas that squeeze clips
What you niggas gon' do in jail without your beam switch?
Can't believe we flew overseas to have some bean dip
Costa Rica, can't speak Spanish, so how I'm poppin' chicas?
Nickelodeon, Rugrats, we grew up slappin' skeeters
Yellow bone chick all that, you gotta pay to meet her
Good burger, baby, they tip more when you a good server
Lil' bro ducked the laws, he's a good swerver
Codeine got my lip purple, step 'bout Stefan, but the clip Urkel
Lens on it, walk up in the jeweler, drop a Benz on it
Kill Bill, yellow-black suit, white bitch, homie
She killin' shit, used to punk rappers over stealin' shit
Now we ownin' strip clubs and bidnesses (buildin' it)
Send an invoice, you wanna bill the bitch, ouwee
Credits
Writer(s): Albert Walker, Miles Mccollum, André Lucas, Donald Fields, Cade Blodgett, Donna Taylor, Sebastian Genodia, Jerimiah Raisen
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