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splitzismyname – fish face who?/skate lyrics

[intro: kimchi! & splitzismyname]
f+ck gr8tah, he a b+tch
monroe’s a f+cking f+ggot
all y’all some f+ckboys
and all those songs y’all made were ass
splitz, cook these n+ggas
bet!

[verse: splitzismyname]
riding with the draco
keep my patience, gotta stay low
i got a hostage to my right, and if he say sh+t, i’ma spray low
wait, gr8tah, it sounds exactly like your dad
when growing up with mama, ain’t have privileges and sh+t to have
b+tch, i load them choppers up, tryna spin on gr8tah’s ave
who they thought lil’ splitzy was? we gunnin’ like it’s lazer tag
tell me that i be eating d+ck, when you be eating mine
wake up every morning to your comments, b+tch, that’s all the timе
heard my diss and open up your book, start writing rhymes
whеn i catch gr8tah, b+tch, i swear to god, i’ll be serving time
who the f+ck these n+ggas think they is, tryna flag nine?
fish face who? b+tch n+gga, you look cross+eyed
best believe i’m p+ssing in her grave, when your moms die
b+tch i bring the heat into your strip, get your block fried
bullets leave him skate 3 glitching off the cross+pipe
and your mom a fat, scary b+tch, she got frog+eyes
they call me banana, ’cause i got banana clips
yuh, gr8tah keep on talking he get turned banana split
if you step onto my block, you gon’ get labeled as a b+tch
yuh, i stay with them blue strips on me like i’m stitch
i got crash out steppers shooting like it’s rainbow six
i’m tryna catch gr8tah lacking, put his ashes in my spliff
f+ck that b+tch ass n+gga, he can die up in a ditch
i got .762 bullets in this motherf+ckin’ smith
you see, monroe like a son to me, that n+gga just a jit
i’m on hots, n+gga, i don’t tolerate no disrespect
put a beam on the 19, we gon’ get him lit
if you f+ckin’ on my b+tch, then you f+ckin’ on a kid
if you f+ckin’ on my b+tch, you ain’t even f+ckin’ sh+t
that sh+t not even a diss, you just thinkin’ with your d+ck
lost the wraps, now i smoke your dead homies out the nic
and you dissin’ on my mom, shoot yours ’til she don’t exist
wait, tell me how you got kicked out arp’s crib
’cause you more broke than a b+tch
and you wasn’t payin’ sh+t
and you can’t even record until your mama say it’s lit
my mom think my music lit
your mom think your music sh+t

- splitzismyname lyrics

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