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soulja boy – splatt lyrics

[chorus]
don’t speak on my name cuz you know it be splatt!
mini mac+90, it came with the kickback
don’t diss on my gang, cuz, n+gga, i invented that
get the drop, ready to spin that
the lamborghini look like + go drop the top
trap out the mansion
vvs diamonds, everything was dancing
young n+gga trap out a phantom

[verse 1]
cartier watch when i crash a mclaren
i’m from westside, zone 1, n+gga, we pop if you starin’
princess+cut diamonds they pullin’ my earrings
headshot a n+gga, he reach for my jewelry
drop off the top on the porsche and a young n+gga starin’
this a rose+gold rolex, this sh+t ain’t no steel or +
silver
pop out the cut on that n+gga
i see the man when i look in the mirror
i’m sippin’ on lean, this sh+t ain’t no liquor
it’ll last longer if n+gga just go take a picture
big draco been f+ckin’ your sister
trap out the h+llcat, them bricks in a fisker
i put them birds in a tesla
fake ass n+gga, faker than a wrestler
i put that boy on a stretcher
straight drop, sellin’ wockhardt + this pressure
them junkies, they comin’, they want the extra
[chorus]
don’t speak on my name cuz you know it be splatt!
mini mac+90, it came with the kickback
don’t diss on my gang, cuz, n+gga, i invented that
get the drop, ready to spin that
the lamborghini look like + go drop the top
trap out the mansion
vvs diamonds, everything was dancing
young n+gga trap out a phantom

[verse 2]
everything was dancing
these n+ggas see me, they panic
i send the brick through the west, atlantic
i’m from zone 1, westside, trap out a aston
no kizzy, no cap, used to serve your auntie
trap out the [?]
[?], n+gga, i trap out apartments
writin’ a book like a author
double down on ’em, might shoot with no warning
holler “suwoo!” and them bloods start swarming
i up the draco, send more shots than the army
they callin’ my phone, “draco, i need a verse!”
“n+gga, give me 200, i’m sorry”
big draco, n+gga, done bought the apartments
trap out the aston martin
i catch an opp and i send ’em to dearly departed
double r cullinan, 240
zaza pack smell like i farted
i pull up, serve you a ton
i got a brick and a bomb
i put my clip on my gun
where i grew up, boy, we shoot it for fun
55+ ruger, that’s my favorite gun
hold on, i met the draco
headshot, faceshot, lil’ n+gga lay low
free that boy yayo
came home from jail with nun’ but a draco
on gang

- soulja boy lyrics

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