Splash Where

Niggas or man. Doors!
Fuck you wanna try draw man up Serious
1011k, man know
Nah, splash k, man know
Fuck the opps *another asthamatic cough*
(Verse 1):
Anything opp get fucking deaded
Anyone pussy you man don’t leg it Swimming dig it (?) just make sure you get it Clearly this yute ain’t learnt his lesson
(Intro):
Niggas or man. Doors!
Fuck you wanna try draw man up Serious
1011k, man know
Nah, splash k, man know
Fuck the opps *another asthamatic cough*
(Verse 1):
Anything opp get fucking deaded
Anyone pussy you man don’t leg it Swimming dig it (?) just make sure you get it Clearly this yute ain’t learnt his lesson
From time we now want pack
You should of started counting blessings
I don’t want to make this track some fucking dickhead you’ll live to regret it And how’s man making smoke
Please tell me, what have you done you fucking joke
I’ll spin man’s float, tell man fuck off leave me alone
Stupid delusions, pussy, you’re only acting bad cos you (?)
But man like voe wanna bet that this cunt won’t make it home
(Verse 2):
Now it’s so good come and hold this one
Dusty one she with the chubbiest nose
If I get man bunned, them man there stressed cos they know I’ve won
Ayyy
Some fucking actors, deserve BAFTAs, what a bunch of foolish cunts
But, ayyyyy
Quick my Ramps, C come here don’t run
Back it up, woosh, inject 2 lungs
Anything splash get fucking bunned
Man throw kings on their facts for fun (?)
Man don’t hop when the C don’t run
How about I diss my son
«Go suck your dirty, black, stinking Mum.»
Some fucking prick who just loves to talk shit
All now I ain’t seen or heard
Anything that this bitch has done
But I heard that you love to suck clit with them fuck off lips
So fucking bulk out, you ain’t on shit
Your friend’s been brought in, you still get fished
Talk on my name now my Mum’s sure pissed
But it’s all calm cos I fuck one bitch who knows where you live
Creep up let a smoke on your crib
On my heart I’m burning this bridge
Fuck that who does the dickhead think that he fucking is is he fucking mad
Please roll on me, I’d be more than glad, live o back it up get fucking
splashed (splash)
Anything gold gets fucking grabbed (splash)
Too broke for the devil now it’s war you twat, ay (*asthmatic cough*)
(Verse 3):
And I know you love verbal
But for once, just please, do what you say on trap
But wait, hold up, who’s this doughnut talking 'bout he’s gonna get man bunned
And I’ve been in the field so long, all now these 1011 cunts
Sorting scores, a single one, so L-O-L, that’s your luck
When I see you you’re fucked
Hop out the lean get touched
Man’s so firm when this thing does bruck
Slid it in, don't run, best stuck if the snow get’s packed on dust (?)
No cheap, no chip, I’m talking it’s strong
Dickhead mix or yb and vibs (?) will be fucking gone
I can’t lie that’s packs too strong
But, you should’ve stayed in Russia
Cos when I buck ya (you), your fucking dead
Rambo no cover, and this brucker, is really filled with lead
And this waps' off safety
When it stutters, you’re gonna be thinking that you should’ve stayed in pen
But, don’t run then slip and buckle up in your whip
Broken neck and feeling stiff, before it flicks and you’ll end up where your
bredrin did
Put it on my life cos you ain’t on shit
Next time come better, when you try draw out the kid, some fucking prick