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free granny - splurge lyrics

[intro]
backwood stuffed full of gas
i think i’m smokin’ on skittles right now, yeah
six7 on the beat

[verse 1]
i’m smokin’ a backwood full of them skittles
i feel like craig stealin’ boxes n-gga
clip full of hollow tips, we don’t box n-ggas
them bullets gon’ spray, we pop rock n-ggas
your granny a pushover, my granny on that
we the ones shot at you boy, and you know that
sniper like sniper gang, i feel like kodak
don’t push up on us ’cause we make n-ggas go back
back, back, to where you from
you can get cracked if you try somethin’ dumb
strip your b-tch -ss, make you look like a bum
you think you a gangster, when you see me then dump
i’m still in the trenches, keep that on the low
push up on six seven when it’s time to score
the plug bale is big, left him with an o
i still got the thirty when i’m in the store
you can get rolled, just like a backwood
he ain’t really on it, he d-mn sure act good
this is designer, this sh-t not from pacsun
it’s my shooter’s birthday, i bought him a mac gun
we smokin’ n-ggas, we don’t smoke cigarettes
feel how you feel but keep me off your internet
i can’t go to jail when it’s time to get into that
we takin’ souls, make n-ggas come get ’em back
we ridin’ tinted, b-tch we presidential
lil bro gon’ pop you and hop in the rental
caught him on tour and we shot up his sprinter
after i f-ck, b-tch you toppin’ my n-ggas
one shot gon’ drop, we not no beginners
glock in the bubble coat, you think it’s winter
pour up the drop and i watch that b-tch fizzle
think somethin’ sweet and get slapped with a pistol, yeah yeah

[interlude]
slap a n-gga with a pistol n-gga
yeah, leave some glock sand on your sh-t
and my phone ringing right now
my sh-t booming in the studio
gang gang b-tch, yeah, f-ck you mean
ooh, ooh, ooh

[verse 2]
this beat go hard, he was boomin’ that b-tch
run off with packs, we be doin’ that sh-t
run off with sh-t, leave him clueless as sh-t
find out where you stay, pull up shootin’ and sh-t
a n-gga touch me, i put two in his sh-t
you got a burner but what you gon’ do with that b-tch?
i got the gl!ck but i like to get groovy and sh-t
i’m facing woods and you smoking doobies and sh-t
we got the gas but we not in la right now
cover the spot, load up them drakes right now
he thirteen, i bet he gon’ lay somethin’ down
i feel like a boxer, i got all these rounds
i got them shooters from everywhere dude
i came with them dogs, you better beware of them dudes
play with lil splurge, you can get leaked like nudes
he was tryna be famous, now he on the news
racks, racks, they in the gucci bag
he was lookin’ too hard, had to shoot his -ss
pull up in the black truck lookin’ like who is that?
get hit with this four-five, hit him through the roof again
my shooters they under the bed like boogie man
glock-40 on me will turn a n-gga handicapped
we with that smoke, we give a d-mn ’bout rap
i ain’t gotta move, i just send a clan to wrap

[outro]
ooh, b-tch, yeah
i said, i’ma just send a clan to that and wrap
f-ck n-gga play and get wrapped, b-tch
not finna play with these lame -ss b-tches
yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

- splurge lyrics

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