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splitzismyname - fish face who?/skate كلمات الأغنية

[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

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