Letra de ' Silent Hill (feat. Kendrick Lamar) ' de Kodak Black

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