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silhouette - splitzismyname lyrics

[intro]
eight seven

[chorus]
i got the chopper like judo it kicking
i whip like a chef in a restaurant kitchen
i’m changing my style cause n*ggas was dissing
he talk on me once and he ended up missing
i’m keeping it quiet cause i am not snitching
the f*ck do you want from me stupid stop b*tching
hit him with this woah and that n*gga start glitching
thought he on my side but that lil n*gga switching

[verse 1]
this glock got a few things to spit
this 50 do backflips pop you like a zit
i don’t give a f*ck b*tch i don’t give a sh*t
this chopper gon’ spin like a merry*go*trip
we cooking it up n*gga we getting lit
if you run up on me you get shot in your sh*t
who the f*ck is you staring at b*tch you ain’t sh*t
if you think about talking i’m getting you hit
i’m shaking the soda if they talking hot
ima blow his head off like a volcano top
if i hear him talk hot imma blow up his block
with this clip on my d*ck put my trust in this glock
i hit from thе back and that girl started dripping
i hear police sirеns you know that i’m dipping
he lacking too much i think that n*gga tripping
call that n*gga b*tch, boy the names very fitting
you sing like a bird i’m gon’ spit like an sbr
he run up on me that n*gga won’t make it far
your b*tch on my d*ck and she said it was very large
inject you with bullets ain’t talking bout black tar
we pull up in silence i came in a black car
n*ggas be talking too much, they cap hard
i’m right at your current location the trap card
i’m partying hard i’m gon’ set off the frat bar
[chorus]
i got the chopper like judo it kicking
i whip like a chef in a restaurant kitchen
i’m changing my style cause n*ggas was dissing
he talk on me once and he ended up missing
i’m keeping it quiet cause i am not snitching
the f*ck do you want from me stupid stop b*tching
hit him with this woah and that n*gga start glitching
thought he on my side but that lil n*gga switching

[verse 2]
yeah, f*ck what these n*ggas be talking about
cause i know they be talking for clout
these punk ass boys and girls talking aloud
got these glocks we gon’ show what the f*ck we about
i got 100s and 50 round drums
if i spotted an opp boy i won’t let him run
i’m strapped with a mac and i’m shooting for fun
i’m gon’ be at the top number one
knock off his body his head on the sun
mag look like a ruler smack him like a nun
i got knuckles on me if i don’t got a gun
you diss me for the clout lil n*gga you a bum
knock off his body his head on the sun
mag look like a ruler smack him like a nun
i got knuckles on me if i don’t got a gun
you diss me for the clout lil n*gga you a bum
these rapping ass n*ggas ain’t bout what they rep
got a 30 round clip secure to my kel tec
they say i’m a p*ssy okay n*gga bet
we gon’ see who the f*ck put to rest
[outro]
b*tch i’m a gorilla call my gun a rhino
my gun photo negative call it albino
your skin going pale i call that vitiligo
that boy wanna fight but he know he gon’ die though
eight seven

- splitzismyname lyrics

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