Splat

Run up a bag, my **** be sprintin

Talk, talk to the glock, yea the bullets be glitchin

I been cookin' too much, put the stu in the kitchen

Def, defan the world, **** really don't listen

Google the crome, it came with an extension

I don't know why that bitch got me in mentions

Broke up with a bitch, at her best my invention

Rippin' the fuck out the beat like a bong

Pull up to the telly, but nobody home

Kaash, kaash on the same paige as my heart

But swear to God, this shit not a love song

Gotta, gotta start seein' the bitches, I got that love shit

Really don't last too long

Gotta, gotta link up with the plug today

Dead **** i'm smokin', they hit too strong

White bitch in the back, booted off Molly

**** got hit with that whatchamacallit

Coach, coach put me in ****, knew I was ballin

Scope, scope on the Gen 5, ****, went optic

Caught me a hat, I don't know how to top it

Kill, kill yourself, ****, use that logic

Determine your fate when I reach in my pocket

Back of the Glock, maywhether it's boxin

If I was a demon, lil' bladed, be Muzan

I told that lil' bitch that my jimmy want Neutron

Fuck is your name, lil' bitch, I was too gone

I'm finna slide down that block, I got two guns

Whack you, all of my **** gon' whack you

He wanted beef, so we gave that boy Wagyu

Sleave on metal, but it's not a tattoo

Stay with the Mack and my **** gon' bag you

How the fuck **** ain't knowin'

Lil' bladed, I'm knowin' I'm overly hard

When I'm off of the bar, lil' kobe got ARP

Out the sunroof, flippin' the car

Out of this world, ****, I been a star

Smokin' that thrax, ****, somewhere on mars

Finger the bitch like I'm playin' guitars

Burn up the beat, lil' bladed gon' char

Stay with that stick, ****, I'm really clutchin

I got me a drum on that bitch like percussion

That bullet gon' hit him, I don't do no touch, ****

Fuck on my bitch, ****, got shot for bustin

I take off a ear, ****, bladed been trumpin

My bitch wanna leave me for somethin' it wasn't

Was a band kid, ****, I came through pumpin

That bullet a mouthpiece, hearin' the trumpets

Splat, ****, this not your game

Grab me a hat, ****, I'm finna claim

If I pop me a perk, ****, Kurt Cobain

Bullets hit him and his shirt gon' stain

Tupac shit, ****, wanted some change

Last bitch, swear to God, she not the same

Make a **** disappear, David Blaine

Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya

Come on, ****

I be losing my top on these ****

I be here losing my top on these ****

I be here losing my top on these ****

Ya

Spatt