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Splash Bros 2
6,543
Rap
Splash Bros 2 was released on June 24, 2025 by Signal Records/Columbia as a part of the album Splash Bros 2 - Single
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Release DateJune 24, 2025
LabelSignal Records/Columbia
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BloodHound Q50
BloodHound Q50
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mikquale Cooper
Mikquale Cooper
Songwriter
Brandon Peterson
Brandon Peterson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Bankroll
Brandon Bankroll
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Talk my shit, foe, I don't pop it enough, you know?
I don't pop it enough, foe, on my dead grandma
Long live my brother, he did kill your bitch-ass brother (For real, for real)
The grill come from Johnny Dang, that bitch jump in the dark (Bankroll)
Broke-ass ****, go
[Chorus]
Go, I'll say fuck rap and go wrap a **** up
**** goin' to funerals every time we suit up
The last **** died gettin' his baby out the truck
Got hit twenty times, autopsy like Duck
Make a bitch snort a line before we fuck (True story)
Go, go
[Verse 1]
Name an opp fuck with me, don't worry, I'll wait
They was trollin' on the 'Gram, they ain't post in days
A **** like me, I'ma win either way
If rap don't work, lamp where the **** stay
If this shit was a race, they stuck in same place
I done bought a new Gen, had to swap in a day
**** tried to spin the block, got shot in the face (Haha, damn)
I just bought a PT, finna drive to the A with Tae
Cashed on a grill, then took a **** J
Took his shit to Packers, then got it appraised
I told you leave or go tat my name
I'm up dog shit, still take a **** chain (No bap)
That hat don't count if it don't got a name
You can't hop in my car if you ain't never bust a brain
The opps linkin' up, they share the same pain (Dead-ass bitches)
Go
Show me you love me and show me you for me and show me you solid if shit get ugly
Show me you ridin', it's not just the money, I like my bitch in the crib, not clubbin'
Bottega your feet, fill your purse with hundreds
Ain't trickin' if you got it, that shit ain't nothin'
Wanna take you in the alley and put a baby in your stomach
A ho ain't gon' play 'cause they know how I'm comin'
I'm countin' up racks, she like how I'm thumbin'
I'm clappin' at ****, I'm laughin', they runnin'
Until she nut, I ain't gon' stop fuckin'
I'm high off Percs, thirty minutes, she suckin'
I ain't never taste pussy like this, it's lovely
Any bitch play with her get hit with this button
Go, go
Long live Z, we was goin' hits
That **** want a feature, I'ma take his shit
Go catch you a body, you worried 'bout a bitch
Fan-ass bitch tried sneak her a pic
[Chorus]
Go, I'll say fuck rap and go wrap a **** up
**** goin' to funerals every time we suit up
The last **** died gettin' his baby out the truck
Got hit twenty times, autopsy like Duck
Make a bitch snort a line before we fuck
Go, go
Written by: Brandon Peterson, Mikquale Cooper
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