On foenem grave
Shoot you in yo mother f*cking face
(in yo mother f*cking bang)
We pop out with chops
Pussy boy he tried to run
We knocked his ass off the block
Hell nah I can't never stop
Know I love sipping on wock
Said he raw told em' he not
You know we come from the raq, we gone put switches on Glocks (on God)
He try to play tuff, heat his ass up (Hey)
Boy try to run up, we beat his ass up (Hey)
F*cking this bitch I don't need no love (nah)
Yeah f*cking with Splick you gone need good luck (Yeah)
With a band just like Foo Fighters
We winning no wonder they don't like us
If you get caught off the map, we just gone run up and spike em'
I told her get active she striped up like tiger
I ain't never lacking pussy catch a liger
On my hand it's fire
On my wrist it's diamonds
Damn these bitches blinding
I'm dolo like a island
On these niggas styling
Pussies we be frying
Bro ain't do the crime, leave that lil bitch crying
Dumping at his face
Leave a nigga dying
Call that bitch K.C, man she steady spying
My gun so f*cking big, I put it on the line
Splicky avenger, I'm suited up in iron
Monster, Frankenstein
That lil bitch wan' wine and dine
Nah I cannot make her mine, my watch it don't got the time
Hell nah, shit we got hell rods
Know them bitches hot
Better pray to god
(God)
I got Might Guy
You the type of bitch to lie
All my shit is froze over damn girl you "Know that right?"
Yeah girl you know that tune
With ChaMoney stay with blues
HGTM Never lose
EM gang you know we rule
With a crown like King K. Rool
Boy this bitch a f*cking fool
She saw us and f*cking drooled
Yo dumb ass need to stay in school, who told you that shit was cool?
Splicky Splicky gotta bool
Know I gotta do shit, what I gotta do (Hey)
We Splick Everything Major bitch
Okay Yeah
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On foenem grave
Shoot you in yo mother f*cking face
(in yo mother f*cking bang)
We pop out with chops
Pussy boy he tried to run
We knocked his ass off the block
Hell nah I can't never stop
Know I love sipping on wock
Said he raw told em' he not
You know we come from the raq, we gone put switches on Glocks (on God)
He try to play tuff, heat his ass up (Hey)
Boy try to run up, we beat his ass up (Hey)
F*cking this bitch I don't need no love (nah)
Yeah f*cking with Splick you gone need good luck (Yeah)
With a band just like Foo Fighters
We winning no wonder they don't like us
If you get caught off the map, we just gone run up and spike em'
I told her get active she striped up like tiger
I ain't never lacking pussy catch a liger
On my hand it's fire
On my wrist it's diamonds
Damn these bitches blinding
I'm dolo like a island
On these niggas styling
Pussies we be frying
Bro ain't do the crime, leave that lil bitch crying
Dumping at his face
Leave a nigga dying
Call that bitch K.C, man she steady spying
My gun so f*cking big, I put it on the line
Splicky avenger, I'm suited up in iron
Monster, Frankenstein
That lil bitch wan' wine and dine
Nah I cannot make her mine, my watch it don't got the time
Hell nah, shit we got hell rods
Know them bitches hot
Better pray to god
(God)
I got Might Guy
You the type of bitch to lie
All my shit is froze over damn girl you "Know that right?"
Yeah girl you know that tune
With ChaMoney stay with blues
HGTM Never lose
EM gang you know we rule
With a crown like King K. Rool
Boy this bitch a f*cking fool
She saw us and f*cking drooled
Yo dumb ass need to stay in school, who told you that shit was cool?
Splicky Splicky gotta bool
Know I gotta do shit, what I gotta do (Hey)
We Splick Everything Major bitch
Okay Yeah
Shoot you in yo mother f*cking face
(in yo mother f*cking bang)
We pop out with chops
Pussy boy he tried to run
We knocked his ass off the block
Hell nah I can't never stop
Know I love sipping on wock
Said he raw told em' he not
You know we come from the raq, we gone put switches on Glocks (on God)
He try to play tuff, heat his ass up (Hey)
Boy try to run up, we beat his ass up (Hey)
F*cking this bitch I don't need no love (nah)
Yeah f*cking with Splick you gone need good luck (Yeah)
With a band just like Foo Fighters
We winning no wonder they don't like us
If you get caught off the map, we just gone run up and spike em'
I told her get active she striped up like tiger
I ain't never lacking pussy catch a liger
On my hand it's fire
On my wrist it's diamonds
Damn these bitches blinding
I'm dolo like a island
On these niggas styling
Pussies we be frying
Bro ain't do the crime, leave that lil bitch crying
Dumping at his face
Leave a nigga dying
Call that bitch K.C, man she steady spying
My gun so f*cking big, I put it on the line
Splicky avenger, I'm suited up in iron
Monster, Frankenstein
That lil bitch wan' wine and dine
Nah I cannot make her mine, my watch it don't got the time
Hell nah, shit we got hell rods
Know them bitches hot
Better pray to god
(God)
I got Might Guy
You the type of bitch to lie
All my shit is froze over damn girl you "Know that right?"
Yeah girl you know that tune
With ChaMoney stay with blues
HGTM Never lose
EM gang you know we rule
With a crown like King K. Rool
Boy this bitch a f*cking fool
She saw us and f*cking drooled
Yo dumb ass need to stay in school, who told you that shit was cool?
Splicky Splicky gotta bool
Know I gotta do shit, what I gotta do (Hey)
We Splick Everything Major bitch
Okay Yeah
Writer: Jonis Chatonda
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