Splash!

Yeah, ay ay ay
Ricky O used to gang bang in them Dickies, though
You dyin' in the streets, hundred kids and about 50 hoes
Oh you got that fire shit? Hell nah man I been got rid of those
This a woe, transfer kicking down your door (knock knock)
She a Georgia peach, but she give me Georgia Dome (god damn)
Shawty say she love me, but she only love my cash (yeah)
Watch a Yung Boi flex, yeah I make your dame dash (woo!)**
Groupie bitch you crying if you ask me I don’t know
Larry just know better than to fuck with silly hoes
Ay
Boy, I think I’m Jesus, I got her on her knees
She got that fire coochie, man. 400 degrees (god damn!)
I’m splashing on that bitch, splashing on that bitch
I’m cashing on that bitch, she only like me for my wrist (for my wrist!)
I’m splashing on that bitch, splashing on that bitch
I’m cashing on that bitch, she only like me for my wrist (for my wrist!)
Randy shiny, Yung Boi flossing every day (woo!)
She pulled me to her bed, bitch you know I cannot stay (nah bitch)
I gotta go, I’m Mr. Jones, I’m counting crows
Randy «Rampage» Jackson, I’m an idol throwing bows
Splashing in the whip, super soaker clip
She looks like Shakira, boy I’m lying in those hips (this hips!)
My name only your lips, we’re chilling eating Flipz (Woo, Flipz!)
What’s that on your girls iPad? It’s DJ Dolphin Tits (Tits!)
Bitch do not say you love me, I do not feel the same
It’s a breeze when I get her, MARTA ride me like a train
I had to get the bread, call me toasty Jim
Had to use some butter just to flex my icy rims
I’m splashing on that bitch, splashing on that bitch
I’m cashing on that bitch, she only like me for my wrist (for my wrist!)
I’m splashing on that bitch, splashing on that bitch
I’m cashing on that bitch, she only like me for my wrist (for my wrist!)