
Silver Bullet
kawaiiest1· 3:28 · 95 plays · v3-preview
- 2020s
- good artist
- good song
- production
- pop rap
- trap
- jersey club rap
- contemporary r&b
- trap edm
- female vocalist
- boastful
- triumphant
- energetic
- rhythmic
- anthemic
- feminism
- uplifting
- melodic
- party
Lyrics
verse 1
i came in with the static in my teeth, not a grin
heard them talk that trash, let it rattle on the tin
tried to cut me down, i just wore the bruise like art
now i move like a machine with a riot in my heart
they threw stones, i turned them into weight
built a better version out the back of the hate
verse 2
big truck energy when i pull up to the curb
engine hum low while i serve what i deserve
they can keep the shade, i got receipts and receipts
and a whole lotta shit they can never repeat
i don't fold for a face or a fake-ass stare
i make cold look good with a little less care
pre-chorus
click, click, there goes the lock on my name
aim at my head, still i land in the lane
every dirty word just feeds the machine
i don't break, i get meaner, leaner, clean
chorus
silver bullet, hit my chest, i still stand tall
hate on my back, but i don't feel it at all
if they want smoke, i give steel and steel
fuck what they thought, i know what is real
silver bullet, cut the air, make the room split wide
i came for the crown, but i don't need no pride
every shot they send, i turn to gold
i'm the last damn thing they can control
verse 3
cash in the bag, but i never sell my edge
i ride with the truth like a blade on the ledge
city lights blink while the bassline growls
and the whole damn crowd starts moving like owls
they love a woman when she keep it polite
i love it when i make 'em swallow their spite
verse 4
pull up in the whip, tinted like a threat
heels on the floor, no need to fret
my laugh hit once and the room got small
now they all lean in when i walk past the wall
ain't here to be liked, i came to be felt
steel in my chest and a hand of dealt
pre-chorus
click, click, there goes the lock on my name
aim at my head, still i land in the lane
every dirty word just feeds the machine
i don't break, i get meaner, leaner, clean
chorus
silver bullet, hit my chest, i still stand tall
hate on my back, but i don't feel it at all
if they want smoke, i give steel and steel
fuck what they thought, i know what is real
silver bullet, cut the air, make the room split wide
i came for the crown, but i don't need no pride
every shot they send, i turn to gold
i'm the last damn thing they can control
bridge
they wanted a crack, i gave 'em a wall
wanted me quiet, i got louder than all
the more they push, the more i lock in
that hate keep me moving like a motor with skin
chorus
silver bullet, hit my chest, i still stand tall
hate on my back, but i don't feel it at all
if they want smoke, i give steel and steel
fuck what they thought, i know what is real
silver bullet, cut the air, make the room split wide
i came for the crown, but i don't need no pride
every shot they send, i turn to gold
i'm the last damn thing they can control
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