[Intro: Marwick & ronehl]

Splat

I love you, Ro

Yeah

[Verse 1: ronehl & Marwick]

Yeah, young jit walking with a Glock 19

Fourteen, fucked a ho, she was like nineteen

Shawty rubbing on my body, why she acting like me?

Shawty wanna pipe me

I can kill any nigga rapping on a type beat

Put her on the bed, she gon' lick it up, ice cream

Talking on the 'net, how 'bout you pull up and fight me?

Uh, beat 'em like fight night

Grown nigga, still go to sleep with a nightlight

Gettin' hella mad 'cause I can't load the pipe right

Hit 'em with a hook, left, right, like Mike Ty'

Choppa hit his head, it connect like some Wi-Fi

What you thinking of? What you finna do when you get ran on?

Dry nigga, hit him with a splat like a tampon

Denim on my pants, five bands that I spent on (Splat)

[Verse 2: Marwick]

Had to get my mans, turn him up

Five bands, think he won't get a band in a month

Tie yo hands around yo back, put your hands in a bun

Like a damn captain, it's the bands that I crunch (Bands that I crunch)

Smoke gas and get high, so I land when I want (When I want)

In a Telegram 'cause I haven't chiefed in a month (Chiefed in a month)

I'm a big dog, you can get sneaked like a mutt

Pussy nigga petty he ain't get his deriod in a month

Asian nigga kick, Taiwan

Beyblade, spin up to your block 'cause a nigga type dumb

We can slapbox with a gun

I beat up the coochie, baby, can you clean your back when I'm done?

Real shit, make a nigga tighten up

Mama said don't go outside with them niggas 'cause them niggas like us

You can't even own a minute when I'm up

I'ma run up a milli', my nigga, just 'cause Lil' Wayne wasn't enough

[Verse 3: ronehl]

What the fuck this nigga talking about?

Talk shit, nigga, put a Glock deep in his mouth

I be hella different, no, we cannot even it out

Fucking with me, nigga, I can leave you deep in a drought

Got a gun, nigga? (Yeah) Better run, nigga

Solar flare with the Glock, hotter than the sun, nigga

I would let it pop, but he sweet, honey bun, nigga

I don't even really wanna talk to a lame, bet' not walk up to me, unless you was talking 'bout the funds, nigga

Huh, where the cash at?

Two man, where the bad bitches? Where the ass at?

Heard your new song, better put it where the trash at

Put a belt right to his ass, give him flashbacks

[Verse 4: Marwick]

Put a belt right to his ass 'cause he earned it

'Cause the blick heat a nigga up fast like a furnace

If the government shut down, I'm purging

No, you cannot come in my lane, no merging

Cut a nigga up, quit the job like a surgeon

Lurking, creeping in the grass, more serpent (Splat)

Nigga, I'm a whole different version

Last 'Wick you seen was a whole different person

Tell 'em to 'fess up

I put all my haki in a blunt, so my nigga, I be smoking a plethora

Said, "Lil' nigga, check up"

What you know 'bout snow bunny heaven? Bitch, I'm linking Emily and Vanessa

I pull up and text her

But I don't even gotta send the addy 'cause the bitch found me on GeoGuessr

Might cuff and arrest her

Lame nigga named Dexter, do the math, fuck around and get lectured

Pull up, get patty whacked, 'Wick in a Cadillac

Beat up her pussy, Mayweather, I'm jabbing that

If you walk with a gun on yo' hand, then I'm stabbing that

Stepped on a mine, then I blew up, why you mad at that?

Blitz that boy out his cash, I'm in my Madden bag

Bitch, I'm breathing fire like Lil' 'Wick a dragon then

Jit float up on the beat just like Aladdin had

TSA, my bitch thick, so I patent that (Huh, on God, brr, brr, brr, splat)