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diddy - splitzismyname lyrics

[intro: f*ckksaturn]
yo!

[verse one: f*ckksaturn]
stay with a glock, and it’s under my britches
don’t f*ck with rats ’cause these n*ggas be snitches
lookin’ for gr8tah!, he’s dying in ditches
last n*gga died, and that n*gga went missing
glock 33, and it stay with a switch
n*gga mad ’cause i’m f*ckin’ his b*tch
me and bro like lilo and stitch
k!ll that n*gga, said f*ck his kids
stay with a white n*gga like he tommy
“h*llo, my name is tommy
stay with a stick, and i’m catchin’ a body
n*gga run up, ’cause that n*gga won’t try me”
yo, amy shoot him, make him look like a zombie!

[verse two: splitzismyname]
yo!
i chuck spears at n*ggas like brittney
that n*gga died in his tub like whitney
drop me, i don’t care you ain’t with me
in delaware tryns catch me a 50
yo, lookin’ for 56
i sip wock, i ain’t sippin’ no tris
get that pack, and i’m flippin’ that brick
they call me trump, ’cause he shot and he missed
i got a white plug named chris
hop on mic, and i start me a diss
n*gga get flushed, he talkin’ that sh*t
slide to his block, and i’m throwin’ like fifty
make a n*gga b*tch leave him like diddy
these n*ggas talkin’ to kids like diddy
i’m ja morant when i’m in your city
i don’t f*ck with other b*tches, i’m loyal
that b*tch*
[verse three: splitzismyname & f*ckksaturn
b*tch got shot tryna pop her a titty
nine holes in him like that n*gga 50
in a 25, i’m goin’ 50
rob a n*gga grandma, like that b*tch was 60!
don’t get in my way if you don’t got bl!cky
glock got a d*ck like it’s coolin’ with diddy
i got a dog on me, not a pitty
lookin’ for bryce when i’m up in his city
aim at his feet, now he hitting the griddy
aim at his head, now he hitting his kidney
that n*gga died tryna*
that n*gga died tryna take my pole
if splitz throw, then i’m gon’ throw
.223 hit him in his throat
you in the streets? n*gga, you a joke!

[verse four: splitzismyname]
uh, yo!
i’m on that court, but i’m not tryna ball
.45 take off his legs, he ain’t tall
these n*ggas only talk sh*t on the call
i’m not even tryna kick it with y’all
when autumn come ’round, we gon’ make n*ggas fall
summer come ’round and we*
summer come ’round, n*ggas change like the solstice
i catch a opp, and he run, “where you goin’?
that n*gga died, that n*gga was croakin’
said i’ma slide with the drac’, i ain’t jokin’
slice up his lips*
slice up his lips, now he look like the joker
my opps know that i’m broke, but they broker
i’m tryna shoot like i play for the pacers
[verse five: splitzismyname]
i feel like bron when i shoot for the lakers, f*ck
i feel like bron when i shoot like the lakers
you ain’t been in no streets, you a faker
i’m getting high, lil bro call me baker
maddy still sleep, i’m still tryna wake her
i feel like villain when i’m in my lair
i call up bro and he*
i call up bro and he shoot him like daffy
i’m on that court tryna stretch him like taffy
n*gga got shot and he seemed too happy
know that b*tch lyin’, she think she a baddie
i don’t think that ’bout no one but maddy
i’m drivin’ dumb when i’m in that scatty
i act dumb when i pop me an addy

- splitzismyname lyrics

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