Split Decision Pt 1

Lil Mosey, Yung Boi Rob

I'll tell you what I want What I really really want So tell me what you want What you really really want I'll tell you what I want What I really really want So tell me what you want What you really really want i wanna (Hey) , I wanna (Hey) , I wanna (Hey) I wanna (Hey) Brand new Glock with a thirty clip Hangin' out that bitch nigga I don't really even like to Talk my shit nigga, but yeah I'm lit nigga Gang scrapin' out the pot It ain't grit's nigga Yellow diamonds on my chain Look like piss nigga cTM, hitmakin' Oh that's yo bitch Lil nigga Now yo bitch takin' Break, now yo bitch breakin' Everything I say Yeah it's facts I don't like fakin' Oh you like that hard shit Go and take pavement See the future in my eyes, I am not raven Money fall like leaves, we is not rakin' Brody play with white shit he is not slavin' Haha, ion' even think you get that Oh, yo breaf stank? why don't you Go grab a tic tac Nick, knack, paddywhack, give a dog a bone I give yo bitch a bone While she chillin' at her home She don't even really like you She be fakin' when she moan And you know that she don't like you Boy you know that shit is raw You need to quit it I smoke a nigga like a cigarette That's how I'm livin' You niggas actin' like some kids You some children I'm tryna touch a bill nigga, fuck a million Stay down till you come up, yeah, I feel it My brother mosey on the beat He one of the realest, for real (Brrr) man I'm here to talk my shit man Mosey in this bitch man And you know it's gettin' lit man come on PIMP, bitch she wanna fuck me She can only fuck the team Got a whole hunnid racks And it's hanging out my jeans I remember when the block was lit Hangin' on the street My nigga shot him in the leg Now he walkin' with a lean Dog walkin' niggas I ain't got them on a leash And I'ma pop my shit, don't pop no grease And all my niggas finna eat Yes I'm talkin' 'bout a feast And I done schooled a bunch of niggas Like what else I gotta teach I got goons out the way I got goons on a lick I got goons in Seattle, gotta do what I say And my nut looks like braces The way she got it on her face She started lickin' the tip Say she like how it tastes And it's crazy, niggas still broke They still on food stamps Burn a hundred dollar bill And throw it in the trash can I remember fuckin' bitches in the Bathroom at the school dance Comin' out the door and she was Walkin' like an old man I don't wanna pull up, do no romance I don't wanna hit whatever you sayin' Bitches like to get stuck on me Like some toe jam That shit, uh, that shit, uh, that shit, uh Like old man ass on me shakin' like, uh, ass On me shakin' like bitch, don't stop Know I had to pull up on my nigga Yeah I'm wild I just wanna see all my niggas on top, bitch

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