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[intro: marwick & ronehl]
splat
i love you, ro
yeah

[verse 1: ronehl & marwick]
yeah, young jit walking with a glock 19
fourteen, f_cked a ho, she was like nineteen
shawty rubbing on my body, why she acting like me?
shawty wanna pipe me
i can k!ll any n_gga rapping on a type beat
put her on the bed, she gon’ l!ck it up, ice cream
talking on the ‘net, how ’bout you pull up and fight me?
uh, beat ’em like fight night
grown n_gga, still go to sleep with a nightlight
gettin’ h_lla mad ’cause i can’t load the pipe right
hit ’em with a hook, left, right, like mike ty’
choppa hit his head, it connect like some wi_fi
what you thinking of? what you finna do when you get ran on?
dry n_gga, hit him with a splat like a tampon
denim on my pants, five bands that i spent on (splat)

[verse 2: marwick]
had to get my mans, turn him up
five bands, think he won’t get a band in a month
tie yo’ hands around yo’ back, put your hands in a bun
like a d_mn captain, it’s the bands that i crunch
smoke gas and get high, so i land when i want
in a telegram ’cause i haven’t chiefed in a month
i’m a big dog, you can get sneaked like a mutt
p_ssy n_gga petty he ain’t get his deriod in a month
asian n_gga kick, taiwan
beyblade, spin up to your block ’cause a n_gga type dumb
we can slapbox with a gun
i beat up the coochie baby, can you clean your back when i’m done?
real sh_t, make a n_gga tighten up
mama said don’t go outside with them n_ggas ’cause them n_ggas like us
you can’t even own a minute when i’m up
i’ma run up a milly, my n_gga, just ’cause lil’ wayne [wasn’t enough?]
[verse 3: ronehl]
what the f_ck this n_gga talking about?
talk sh_t, n_gga, put a glock deep in his mouth
i be h_lla different, no, we cannot even it out
f_cking with me, n_gga, i can leave you deep in a drought
got a gun, n_gga? (yeah) better run, n_gga
solar flare with the glock, hotter than the sun, n_gga
i would let it pop, but he sweet, honey bun, n_gga
i don’t even really wanna talk to a lame, bet’ not walk up to me, unless you was talking ’bout the funds, n_gga
huh, where the cash at?
two man, where the bad b_tches? where the ass at?
heard your new song, better put it where the trash at
put a belt right to his ass, give him flashbacks

[verse 4: marwick]
put a belt right to his ass ’cause he earned it
’cause the bl!ck heat a n_gga up fast like a furnace
if the government shut down, i’m purging
no, you cannot come in my lane, no merging
cut a n_gga up, quit the job like a surgeon
lurking, creeping in the grass, more serpent (splat)
n_gga, i’m a whole different version
last ‘wick you seen was a whole different person
tell ’em to ‘fess up
i put all my haki in a blunt, so my n_gga, i be smoking a plethora
said, “lil’ n_gga, check up”
what you know ’bout snowbunny heaven? b_tch, i’m linking emily and vanessa
i pull up and text her
but i don’t even gotta send the addy ’cause the b_tch found me on geoguessr
might cuff and arrest her
lame n_gga named dexter, do the math, f_ck around and get lectured
pull up, get patty whacked, ‘wick in a cadillac
beat up her p_ssy, mayweather, i’m jabbing that
if you walk with a gun on yo’ hand, then i’m stabbing that
stepped on a mine, then i blew up, why you mad at that?
blitz that boy out his cash, i’m in my madden bag
b_tch, i’m breathing fire like lil’ ‘wick a dragon then
jit float up on the beat just like aladdin had
tsa, my b_tch thick, so i patent that (huh, on god, brr, brr, brr, splat)

- ronehl

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