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splurge - beat by jeff lyrics

[intro]
haha, ayy, yeah, hah
f-ck splurge man
f-ck everybody who with n-gga man
is he signed or what?
who he gon’ sign to, i don’t know
ayy, let me hear that ho jeff
ooh, ooh

[verse]
i’m back on that f-ck sh-t, that f-ck sh-t, that f-ck sh-t
reach out the car with the pistol, i’m bustin’
ain’t tryna talk, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
it’s a new day so i’m gettin’ new money
servin’ the white, get your nose real runny
chopper gon’ chop you, your body look ugly
just got a pint so i pour up the muddy
my phone keep ringing, i can’t even work
catch you in traffic, ain’t got time to lurk
my lil n-gga crazy, r-t-rded, berzerk
you know it ain’t sh-t to get put on a shirt
got a whole lot of fans, got a whole lot of haters
whole lot of bands and a whole lot of paper
we want the smoke, yeah we want the vapor
can’t f-ck a white ho, f-ck around say i raped her
i’m goin’ up, can you see how they treat me?
then you gon’ play me, lil b-tch is you tweakin’?
we come and get bodies, yeah we the grim reaper
i never liked school so i disrespect teachers
you better go handle your business
i’m talkin’ rackades, i’m talkin’ digits
go make me aim some big sh-t at his fitted
roll up a wood right now, gettin’ lifted
they say i’m trippin’, say i see the devil
rank one gang, i’m on a new level
don’t need aim, i’m good with this metal
don’t wanna go through the metal detector
hoes want to kick it but i don’t
make fifty bands off an iphone
i’m still sayin’, “who?” like mike jones
if you f-ck with the movement then right on
i mix the green and the purple together
me and the glock go perfect together
you and the feds be workin’ together
i got on gucci, it got a bird feather
we pull up on him, catch him smokin’ dope
last thing he seen was my eyes in the scope
you ain’t on that gang sh-t, boy you a ho
i’m not a trapper but bricks for the low
wrap ’em up, wrap ’em up, wrap ’em up, wrap ’em
bust up the laws and make ’em call back-ups
streets ain’t safe, you better go strap up
double cup and ice, i’m pouring act up
i don’t f-ck with peons, leave me alone
look at my jacket, this b-tch is from rome
treat her like a dog and give her a bone
i pull up with sticks, we pull up with stones
right now i’m on cloud nine, i can’t feel my mind
we ain’t kissin’, hit that b-tch from behind
treat him like ricky, put a hole in his spine
meet me at the store and be there on time
n-ggas is b-tches, they all in they feelings ’cause i’m goin’ up
i got a blunt but you cannot hit it because it too stuffed
my neighbor do laws, don’t come to the front
after i f-ck i kick her like a punt
you a cap rapper, you lie when you rhyme
gotta come with some money, don’t know about signing
aim at the head, aim for his lining
hit from the back, -ss like blac chyna
been through a lot but the people don’t see it
smokin’ good dope, feel like sosa, i’m chiefin’
n-ggas be talkin’, my n-ggas not speakin’
we got them sticks on us, we playin’ defense
don’t think about goin’ in the streets
i got my leg deep down in the streets
i know that y’all peep n-ggas tryna be me
ar-15 knock the doors off a jeep
the og’s tell me just keep pushin’
i know you smell me, og cookie
look at them staring, b-tches lookin’
your b-tch is bust down, let me get in that p-ssy
this might be the last song i make
the chopper gon’ sing, the chopper gon’ shoot
i’m sippin’ honey like winnie the pooh
i cover my face and pop out, peek-a-boo, yeah

[outro]
uh-huh, i told y’all i don’t like to do hooks and sh-t
haha, i’m good, keep goin’
splurge sh-t, new sh-t on the way man
jefferson on the beat b-tch, yeah

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