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Split Overseas (feat. Wave Blaze)
New Age
Split Overseas (feat. Wave Blaze) was released on May 2, 2025 by ShowOut Entertaiment as a part of the album Overdue
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AlbumOverdue
Release DateMay 2, 2025
LabelShowOut Entertaiment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Waved
Ty Waved
Rap
Wave Blaze
Wave Blaze
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derik Griffin
Derik Griffin
Songwriter
Tylik Williams
Tylik Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Piffmann
Piffmann
Producer

Lyrics

Split argent , my brothers Damn, I'm way too chill
Split all jail, my brothers Damn, I'm way too chill
Mans bonjulo, his brothers Guess he next on the meal
I'm the one who spend that bad she know damn well she look good in them heels
(Yea im in love with my cup) but, what's up with her and them pills
I've been wanting to trap all day But know damn well that shit get real
Men dem had a job they want quick money so you hopped in the field
Moving packs right out the hill serving fiends just for a meal
Gotta make sure packs come sealed men dem rapping they tryna get a deal
She dont want Lanvin its supreme life In St Lucia, we moke up the tree life
Baby girl bend down what ya feet like
She like my voice, we can freak on the free time
Night time, day time, whatever Young thunnys, they fuck up the cheddar
Bad gals, they down for whatever shake that ass, then we change up the weather
Aye, we supposed to be ballin' off seas Now I'm ballin' in a whole other league
Trap to my fingers, and my toes on freeze sad soulful, you gon' hold on me
Step in the booth, poof yeah, that's a beast unleashed
You may not see what we see but look at Lee, you on the path for some kings
What's the temperature? I'm just checkin'
This pressure shit get heavy you could get bit its bulls in the trenches
Feeding these hot ones here in the desert fall out, we next up, hoping you bet on us
It Murder Bravado, on the denims
He got a flue, now they're the veterans we got a flea, now they're the residents
Split argent, with my brothers damn, I'm way too trill
Mans bonjoul on his brothers guess he next on the meal
I'm the one who spend that bad she know damn well she look good in them hills
Amare de matase but what's up with her and them pills
Written by: Derik Griffin, Tylik Williams
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