​attire Silo (Ft. ​heygwuapo)

[Chorus: Silo]
Don't know how to talk
Don't know how to talk
I been on a loss
Uh, if you got a stick
I just hit a lick at the pet store
I really feel like a rock star
Pull up in the Bentley truck, Wockhardt
But I'm not a transfer
Looking hella fit I got anti

[Verse: heygwuapo]
Bitch I'm Mister Flexalot
I like to get checks too
If you talking down upon the gang then we gon' check you
You a pussy boy, so I don't respect you
This hoe think she special, bitch you giving neck too
You gotta watch your back
Watch the people you sit next to
I gotta count my bands, I swear to god that I'm too blessful
I just took his thot and then I fuck her in the restroom
I bought a new whip and then I crash it
Bitch I wreck, ooooh (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Yeah my choppa going (blick!)
No I cannot cuff a (lick!)
You ain't never had no racks
I gotta get my bag
I had to go and run that fucking pack
Shoutout Cartiеr, if he get jammed thеn that's my fucking slatt (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)