splurge – intro, pt. 3 lyrics
[intro]
ayy, let me hear that ho, jeff
(yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah, yeah)
intro three on a n-gga that hate
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
let’s go, uh (ooh)
and i’m on instagram live right now
let’s go, i’m hot in the b-tch, i gotta go
yeah
[verse]
bit’ ride the d-ck like a ten-speed
hop in that coupe and jump out in givenchy (skrrt)
my n-ggas shooters, y’all f-ck n-ggas pinched (y’all pinched)
i got them shooters red and blue like a pitstop
that’s saint laurent, ysl on my b-tches (ysl)
yeah, he gon’ k!ll you while minding his business (gon’ k!ll)
gon’ cash every time, what the f-ck is forgiveness? (yup)
n-gga touch me, that’s a dead [?] (yup)
b-tch ride d-ck like a ten-speed (yeah)
and she throw it back like a frisbee, uh (uh-huh)
put d-ck all in her kidneys, uh (uh-huh)
i’m ice cream, she tryna l1ck me, uh
bit’ throw it back
throw it back, throw it back, throw it back (throw it back)
ridin’ ’round town in the cadillac (cadillac)
lil’ bro got the strap in his f-nny pack (f-nny pack)
ain’t robbin’ me, nah, none of that (none of that)
n-gga touch me, know we come with that (come with that)
we’ll get you touched for a couple racks (couple racks)
ho, i ain’t tryna f-ck you, where your mama at? uh (where your mama at?)
trap-house white house, where obama at, uh (where obama at)
tell the plug, “meet me at the cul-de-sac,” uh (pull up)
put the glock on his -ss, he had a heart attack (frrt)
call johnny dang, where the water at? (where the water at?)
and i got a bad b-tch (bad b-tch)
i be beatin’ her back in (ha)
over rap beats, i get the backend (yeah, splurge)
hundred round drum make ’em tap dance (ha)
big -ss truck, hard to back in (skrrt)
your life suck, quit capping (quit capping)
yeah, your life suck, ho, i’m tryna f-ck, ho (yeah)
taking your phone ‘fore you step on this bus, ho
f-ck on the percocet 30, go beast mode (perc’)
pull it out, tell her, “turn around,” make her deepthroat, ooh (turn around)
i’ma punch in [?]
why you worried ’bout me? you ain’t even got a car
and i’m only 17 and i’m a god d-mn star
i’ma put four grams in this b-tch -ss ‘gar
uh (go)
big bad wolf in this b-tch, what’s good? (go)
can’t hit my backwood, h-ll nah, you good (you good)
n-gga try to rob, boy, i wish a n-gga would (wish a n-gga would)
got me two styrofoams, get mud (get mud)
i’m with the slime, nah, i ain’t no blood (no blood)
all these n-ggas be cap rappin’ (yeah)
hit from the back, slap her -ss tattoos
you know i don’t f-ck with ’bout half of these dudes (half)
ice in my month, got no cavities, dude (ain’t no cavities)
b-tch, this a song, this ain’t no intro
ridin’ ’round town sippin’ drank in the limo (ridin’ ’round town)
i’m with that smoke, yeah, y’all get the memo (y’all get it)
ain’t little sh-t, play a b-tch like nintendo (nintendo)
we might hop out with that lamborghini slide, it got slide doors (skrrt)
made a lot of money in that tahoe (that tahoe)
play with this sh-t, you gon’ die, ho (you gon’ die)
no cap, got shooters in chicago
none of my n-ggas gon’ cry, they go
f-ck what you sayin’, i’m the god d-mn goat
and i’m recordin’ in a bad-ss coat
leave the studio, f-ck a bad-ss ho
and if she try to record me, i’m crackin’ her phone
[outro]
[?]
yeah, try to record me, i’m crackin’ her phone
ooh, ooh, yeah
you try to jack me, i’m crackin’ your dome
yeah, let’s go
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