[Pre-Chorus: Split Cold]
Hop on the beat, I'ma murder it
Flow is so wet that I think I'ma Squirtle it
They sayin' they want some more it
In my opinion, my music is scorin' in
What's on my mind? I be roarin' it
Lyrics are godly like I put some Thor in it
Throwin' in, guess that I'm throwin' in
Killing competition, I put some thorns in it, damn
[Chorus: Split Cold]
Ayy, bitch, I'm goated
Can't compete with me 'cause y'all frozen, huh
Ayy, bitch, you're roughin'
And I don't really give a fuck 'cause you're bluffin', huh
Ayy, bitch, I'm goated
Can't compete with me 'cause y'all frozen, huh
Ayy, bitch, you're roughin'
And I don't really give a fuck 'cause I'm scorin', huh
[Verse 1: Split Cold]
Re-recording my catalogue like I'm Taylor Swift but I lost the shit
Kyady wanted to hop on so now it's both of us just bossin' shit
Left wrist coated, right wrist bloated, shoutout Armani White 'cause he goated, ayy
I'm boutta boss up this shit so just stay in tune while I release the hits, damn
Punch you in the face while I'm breakin' your shit
Better off callin' us Walter and Jesse the way that we're cookin' and releasin' hits
Way that we're droppin' these hits
I ain't done yet, I got more on the way, I got hella regrets that I'm hidin' away, ayy
[Pre-Chorus: Split Cold]
Hop on the beat, I'ma murder it
Flow is so wet that I think I'ma Squirtle it
They sayin' they want some more it
In my opinion, my music is scorin' in
What's on my mind? I be roarin' it
Lyrics are godly like I put some Thor in it
Throwin' in, guess that I'm throwin' in
Killing competition, I put some thorns in it, damn
[Chorus: Split Cold]
Ayy, bitch, I'm goated
Can't compete with me 'cause y'all frozen, huh
Ayy, bitch, you're roughin'
And I don't really give a fuck 'cause you're bluffin', huh
Ayy, bitch, I'm goated
Can't compete with me 'cause y'all frozen, huh
Ayy, bitch, you're roughin'
And I don't really give a fuck 'cause I'm scorin', huh
[Verse 2: Split Cold]
Ayy, yeah, hop in the whip
Don't how to tell you 'cause I just been lying right straight to your face
A lot of percent of your music is shit
Gotta be going Mach 10 in the whip
Punch you in your hip and I'm breaking your lip
Switch that around, I'm just giving you tips, hope you get bit, ayy
Feeling a little bit sporty
Crashing a Benz is my new favorite hobby
No need to worry
Hit a lil' dash when I wake up, a sprinter
Dave (Dave), Cee (Cee)
Them two are masters like Splinter
When will (When will) you see (You see)
You need to stop sleepin' on me, ayy
[Pre-Chorus: Split Cold]
Hop on the beat, I'ma murder it
Flow is so wet that I think I'ma Squirtle it
They sayin' they want some more it
In my opinion, my music is scorin' in
What's on my mind? I be roarin' it
Lyrics are godly like I put some Thor in it
Throwin' in, guess that I'm throwin' in
Killing competition, I put some thorns in it, damn
[Chorus: Split Cold, Kyady]
Ayy, bitch, I'm goated
Can't compete with me 'cause y'all frozen, huh
Ayy, bitch, you're roughin'
And I don't really give a fuck 'cause you're bluffin', huh
Ayy, bitch, I'm goated
Can't compete with me 'cause y'all frozen, huh
Ayy, bitch, you're roughin'
And I don't really give a fuck 'cause I'm scorin', huh (Ooh)
[Verse 3: Kyady]
Huh, scoring like Messi
This girl cooking up, she be looking like Betty
Looking like Crocker, run up on me then nigga, I'll flock ya
Yes, yes, you gon' be, [?] be gone, stomping you like NLE
[?], but I still won't be free, no, I could be locked in (No slammer)
Yes, I'll be [?] like Tennessee
Niggas be sipping on this like they on Hennessey
But I'm talking 'bout the one from Carti
Nigga, if I ever say I love you, I must be joking
I must be like hurting, yes, nigga, that banner
Nigga, I'ma give you a present like Santa (Yeah)
Yes, nigga, I'ma dodge my kids by saying [?]
Nigga, I would never OD (Ayy)
I'm saying R.I.P. to Juice, nigga
If I shoot, then you gon' ooze, nigga, huh
Hit this nigga in his leg, [?] booze, nigga, uh
Yeah, huh, huh, huh, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo-whoo-whoo, huh