lirik lagu splurge - let yall hide!
[intro]
ayy, let me hear that ho, jeff
(skrrt-skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, phew, phew, woo)
gang, get that gone
pack, pack gone
like that, i like that
six7 on the beat
[verse]
what the f-ck wrong with my youngin? gotta take him to church
he tryna ride ’round the city with choppers and murk somethin’
hit the b-tches from the back so bad think i hurt somethin’
break in your trap, don’t think twice, yeah, you heard nothin’
plug, he say, “brrt” when the birds come (brrt)
saint lil’ b-tch tried to flex, tryna twerk somethin’
ain’t sign no deal, no advance, i ain’t takin’ nothin’
got on my grind, slow, i been patient
yeah, you the plug, but my plug cordless
tele to tele, i don’t pay no mortage
you don’t go to neiman ’cause you can’t afford this
we got real racks, we don’t care ’bout no forbes list
ice cost a house, i got the real estate
glock right beside me, i ride on the interstate
everybody love me, got good gas in any state
he tried to diss me, now he could die any day
pull out the lot in the foreign, no get-away (skrrt)
if i got the .9, lil’ b-tch better get away
if i went to school, i’ll come real late
i f-ck the teachers, pull up with the k (yeah, yeah)
i got your ho drinking c-m like milkshake
you fell in love, i cannot relate
gucci or bali’, i had to debate
we eat the brownie, this is a weed cake, yeah
get in the booth and just roll and roll
racks in my bed, think i sold my soul
johnny dang just got me froze
play with that gat, we gon’ knock off your nose
lil’ bitty drip, this b-tch call me a gerber
glock three-oh and it come with a grip
come to your party with bloods and crips
boy, you gon’ die, ain’t no buts and ifs
boy, you still broke, you ain’t jumped off the porch yet
boy, you a ho, you ain’t got you a torch yet
i got the pack from the migo, no offset
why did you talk? i ain’t tell you to talk yet
these n-ggas hoes, you know we not none
why you keep talking ’bout money? you ain’t got none
i’m in the field with the slimes and the pythons
pull out this .50, we lit them right up
i’m smoking good kush, you know i’m good
i hit the club, look like a bub
pull out the chopper, give it a rub
that mean i’ma bust at the opps, shoot my chopper [?]
the beat chill so i’m chillin’ on it
b-tch, this a glock, this not my d-ck, why you feelin’ on it?
walk around town, p-ssy n-gga got a hit on me
ain’t got no guap, he just mad ’cause his b-tch on me
boy, we ain’t worried ’bout y’all, we’ll kidnap your b-tches
nah, i’m playin’, i’ma just let y’all slide
i won’t even be outside
i ain’t got time to look for your -ss, i’ma let y’all hide (b-tch)
[outro]
i’m f-ckin’ playin’ (ain’t got time to look for y’all)
bah, bah (b-tch, i’ma let y’all hide)
let’s go
get money, gang
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