Split Decision Pt 1

[Intro: Spice Girls]

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!)

[Verse 1: Yung Boi Rob]

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 grits nigga

Yellow diamonds on my chain, look like piss nigga

C.T.M., hitmakin'

Oh that's yo bitch Lil nigga, now yo bitch takin'

Break, now yo bitch breakin'

Everything I say, yeah its 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

[Bridge: Lil Mosey]

(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

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]

P.I.M.P, 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