Splash Where - S1

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