- Lil Yachty SplitWhole Time 歌詞
- Lil Yachty
- Sippin the peach soda
The n!ggas inside, they gon hide til the heat is over (Frrp)
Sippin the peach soda
The n!ggas inside, they gon hide til the heat is over (Frrp )
Sippin the peach soda
The n!ggas inside, they gon hide til the heat is over
Ima rap til the beat is over
Two Chanel bags, the same price as my mink sofa
And I move like the king cobra
Slimin them out, dawg, I didnt have to think it over
(Earl on the beat)
Frrp
Sippin the peach soda
The n !ggas inside, they gon hide til the heat is over (Uh)
Ima rap til the beat is over (Uh)
Two Chanel bags, the same price as my mink sofa (Go)
And I move like the king cobra (Go)
Slimin them out, dawg, I didnt have to think it over (Slatt)
This lil b!tch, Ima bend her over
After Im done, call the gang , Ima send her over (Gang)
Im in tune with the UPS (Yeah)
Waitin on packages, KPreme gon do the rest
Got some b!tches in Budapest
Strapped with them Ks, they walk round wearin bullet vests, ooh, frrp
I need you to do more, but speak less
Youngins gon open, uh
Youngins gon open em up like some Mucinex (Go)
Give me top, baby, keep the s*x (Go)
My d!ck get bigger when I see a money check
Used to didnt have a hundred bands (Beep)
Now Im outside with the gang doin the money dance
Im in rush hour, roadrunnin (Mm)
Im in rush hour, roadrunnin like Jackie Chan
My big brother was beatin pans (Beat it)
Lil brother psyched out, he might go shoot your mans (Buh, buh, beep)
Sunday through Sunday (Sunday)
I got them b!tches comin on the runway (On the runway)
Fxck with the feng shui (Feng shui)
Break up his back like the wood like a sensei
Fxck did that nigga say? (Fxck)
You wasnt round at the gym back at Little Lake (Beep)
Split
Yeah
Uh-huh (Too much slime, Earl, hold it on)
Yeah (Hold that sh!t down, n!gga)
Uh-huh (Imma see it, you gon see it and now he see it)
Really had a doubt
Uh-huh (Yeah)
Uh-huh (For real), uh-huh, uh-huh
Beep, look (Go)
Im hated that much, I dont give a d**n (Go)
I used to swipe for enough to the Skype through the night
I would eat on a Grand Slam (Swipe)
Dont be like me, Im a millionaire
Still ridin dirty round town like a millionaire (Dont be like me)
These n!ggas softer than Build-A-Bear
Penthouse, still make her eat with no silverware (Shit, ayy, fxck)
Im crackin this b!tch like some software (Go)
I got her boyfriend on my crosshair
He talkin down (Pew), go to Sound
Im in New York, need a loft here (D**n)
B!tch, Im a motherfxckin boss here (D**n)
No, aint no n!ggas soft here (Fxck em)
My n!ggas down, they came from the town (Phew)
They let it off here (Slatt )
Audemars, baguette, ice me (Ice)
Why I be fxckin this pricey?
She wanna beat up the wifey (She was down)
I like them baguettes, all of em emeralds
Bend this sh!t, look like a icy (Ice)
Came from the school, check out the IQ
I made more guap than the IT (Yeah)
Yeah, nah, whole time n!ggas hold sh!t down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)
Yeah, whole time n!ggas never lied
N!ggas keepin hundreds around (Whole time, frrt)
Yeah, home alone, n!gga, run up on me, dont like Macaulay Caulkin (Sh!t, sh!t, sh!t, yeah)
Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I aint drivin it (Fif-, yeah)
A lot of my choices was dumb sh!t
They aint pull up on a block and they dump sh !t
My n!ggas got red on their head
Im red on their head, thats some Trump sh!t (Brrt)
Im swervin, the Bourbon, the holler (Skrt)
Swervin the whip on some drunk sh!t (Swerve)
Im not a fighter at all
But I stomp his head when even dead (Prrt, prrt, prrt)
Wont get a foot in my conscious (Poh )
These b!tches hand round for the contest (B!tch)
You took it way outta context (Oh)
And youngin gon blow like a Semtex (Sh!t, beep)
They livin world like some Germans (Hee)
Just how my n!gga, his turn next (God)
Burn that sh!t down
Play with me, b!tch, Ima burn it (Burn )
Yeah (Burn), you n!ggas earn it (Brrt)
Im speaking on that sh!t you dont know about
Before you speak on, Im gon learn that
Sh!t , sh!t, yeah (Sh!t)
For real, keepin this sh!t for real (Beep)
Three and a two like Shaquille (Yeah)
I dont even know how to feel (Beep)
Yeah, nah, whole time n!ggas hold sh!t down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)
Yeah, whole time n!ggas never lied
N!ggas keepin hundreds around (Whole time, frrt)
Yeah, home alone, n!gga, run up on me, dont like Macaulay Caulkin (Sh!t, sh!t, sh!t, yeah)
Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I aint drivin it (Fif-, yeah)
Frrt, frrt (Go)
Frrt, frrt
Frrt, frrt
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