Splashin

[Intro: 01an]

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[Verse 1: J Hus]

Freaky gyal I need, swallowing my seed like, erugh, yuck

Gyal wanna fuck, first you gotta suck when I'm sipping on the wock

My nigga fresh out the wok, he's free

Still outside, making niggas bleed

Glock-19, clean, it's vital, ital

Kursi recital, right before I load the machine, then take man's title

Your girlfriend's idol

For me, she bending her spinal, she gon' brizz me

Then I chuck her back like a Frisbee, it's over, final

She's history, back to the money on swiftly

Rolling with the tooly, where I come from is slippery

Load up the Uzi, coulda shot him in the kidney

Shawty came through likе pygmy

They gon' clap him up even if hе's with his pickney, sickly

[Chorus: J Hus]

Not luck for the opps, not my side

I'ma burst him before he bursts me

Do a nigga dirty in the worst way

They were never certi in the first place

When we catch 'em lacking, napping

My ting slapping, double tapping, heard a boy wassing

Same boy dashing when I'm crashing (Hatcha, hatcha)

Mind you get wet from the splashing

[Verse 2: Marnz Malone]

Touch one of mine, I'm taking two of yours

I keep having flashbacks of govs shouting, "To your doors"

You ever had to pack a bag, go MIA, go OTR?

Don't even ask if we gon' get you 'cause you know we are

I be where the killers be, who told you I'm industry?

I don't go to events unless I can get in there with my heat

Cameras all around this bitch, how dare you think that you can creep?

Think that I'm just rapping this shit, pussy, why don't you come see?

Baby, you look hungry over there, why don't you come eat?

Jummah on a Friday, I go for prayer in my new kameez

What's with all the questions, badman, is you police?

I feel like Meghan Markle, I'll have suits remove the scene

Anyway, moving on

Ask shh, she'll tell you how I wait for you like the Future song

Dumb bitch threatened to throw all my guns in the pond

That was the last time I spoke to her, am I in the wrong?

Your moment come, it's been and gone, you'll never see me with no punk

Grabbed him, walked him to his trunk, it was easy, he was drunk

Feeling froggy, nigga, jump, leap to your death

Yo ah mi ah lock di streets like Meechy, ya deaf?

From mi reach inna West, I get a heap of respect

Nigga, I don't miss prison, just the people I met

I hear volume in the silence, I go speak to the dead

She probably thinks that I'm weird, I bring my heater to bed

Yo, it's easy to remember, hard for me to forget

If they catch me with this TEC, you won't see me for a sec

Nigga, speak with your chest, said he's beefing with who?

It was Eid, I wet his face like when we do wudu

If she loves badman then why would she be with you?

I know my boy would drive, he had six heats in his boot

Yo, God, strike me down if I ain't speaking the truth

If I ain't speaking the truth

[Chorus: J Hus]

Not luck for the opps, not my side

I'ma burst him before he bursts me

Do a nigga dirty in the worst way

They were never certi in the first place

When we catch 'em lacking, napping

My ting slapping, double tapping, heard a boy wassing

Same boy dashing when I'm crashing (Hatcha, hatcha)

Mind you get wet from the splashing

[Outro: 01an]

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