kendrick lamar & kodak black - silent hill (mixed) [still trappin' 2] lyrics
[intro: kendrick lamar]
why, oh why, oh why, oh why you keep f+ckin’ with me?
you gon’ make me jump out my skin, believe me
[chorus: kendrick lamar]
push these n+ggas off me like, “huh”
push these b+tches off me like, “huh”
push these n+ggas 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
[verse 1: kendrick lamar]
aha, i be immune to sh+t (aha)
tucking the broom and sh+t (aha)
they want to assume and sh+t (aha)
know you a choke, my ancestors close
i howl at the moon and sh+t (aha)
know the results, the ballot is in, man, i’m ’bout 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
[chorus: kendrick lamar]
push these n+ggas off me like, “huh”
push these b+tches off me like, “huh”
push these n+ggas 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
[post+chorus: kendrick lamar]
head up, chest out
silence, i’m stressed out
shh, be quiet, i’m stressed out
stressed out, stressed out, stressed—
[bridge: kendrick lamar]
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, b+tch, you talk too much
you makin’ it awkward, love
i mean, it’s hard enough, i mean, it’s—
[verse 2: kodak black & kendrick lamar]
they don’t f+ck with me even if they could
pull out the stick, hit a b+tch 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’ sh+t out in the cubicle
suicide coupe was a funeral, trackhawk launch like a slingshot
big ol’ ruby diamond on my pinky finger, that b+tch look like a ring pop
money on my mind, money on your head
can’t ride three times while you comin’ through the ‘jects
red cross kept a n+gga fed
in the studio with k. dot fresh out the feds
yeah, you n+ggas can’t stand the rain, you n+ggas don’t stand a chance
yeah, chevrolet candy paint, i spin the bend in the benz
i caught a bale off a google app
i’m the type to get my shooter whacked
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