splurge – no condom lyrics
[intro]
ayy
f-ck n-gga, y’all n-ggas lame as f-ck
n-ggas really think they b-tches, on gang
i ain’t worried ’bout none of that sh-t
six7 on the beat b-tch
this b-tch sound good
f-ck around, shoot up a n-gga’s hood
six7 on the beat
ayy, yeah
[verse]
i got your b-tch suckin’ d-ck in her bonnet
glock got a d-ck, he don’t put on a condom
reach for my chain and get k!lled for some diamonds
trap out the stu’, b-tch it ain’t hard to find us
i ain’t worried ’bout no opp
no rap cap, b-tch we got real life glocks
when i come to your crib, b-tch i kick it up a notch
we gon’ boot that b-tch in, put your -ss in a box
i ran it up, now i got stacked paper
we with that smoke, won’t beef with no clout chasers
think n-gga cool so we kidnap his neighbors
i got your ho in the back eating babies
don’t try them, n-gga try me
them cartier frames on me see 3d
took you to the hospital, you don’t need an iv
i just poured a four in a red hi-c
he wanna smoke, turn to ashes
i’m movin’ slow like i poured the mol-sses
i get the pack, beat it up like c-ssius
you sippin’ that yellow, it’s leavin’ you rashes
these n-ggas hoes, these n-ggas b-tches
this not black ops, these chains are not glitching
you say you gon’ get me, well time is ticking
think somethin’ ho and get washed like dishes
i told you that youngin the goon, he don’t freak things
he selling hard, we shot at his earrings
i feel like yd, you get hit with that ning-ding
my bro was in college, he robbed the dean
i pull out the chopper like give me some room
they found like two hundred shots in that room
we found a whole lot of guap in that room
whole lot of n-ggas got popped in that room
drop the location, we popping up soon
nah bro, not right now, meet him at noon
get your -ss swept with a big -ss broom
get your -ss slept with a big -ss boom
these n-ggas lame, i just be laughing
free my pops, b-tch i’m a b-st-rd
like texting and driving, b-tch we crashing
come through with the chopper, it’s way too m-ssive
do you really got guns? nope
i’m buying some ‘woods, the glock in the store
come in your spot, tell you drop on the floor
where is the cash, b-tch where is the dope?
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