Split/Whole Time (Explicit)

Split/Whole Time (Explicit) - Lil Yachty

Lyrics by：Miles Parks McCollum/Earl Isaac Bynum

Composed by：Miles Parks McCollum/Earl Isaac Bynum

Sippin' the peach soda

The n***as inside they gon' hide 'til the heat is over

Frrp

Sippin' the peach soda

The n***as inside they gon' hide 'til the heat is over

Frrp

Sippin' the peach soda

The n***as inside they gon' hide 'til the heat is over

I'ma rap 'til the beat is over

Two Chanel bags the same price as my mink sofa

And I move like the king cobra

Slimin' them out dawg I didn't have to think it over

Earl on the beat

Frrp

Sippin' the peach soda

The n***as inside they gon' hide 'til the heat is over

Uh

I'ma rap 'til the beat is over

Uh

Two Chanel bags the same price as my mink sofa

Go

And I move like the king cobra

Go

Slimin' them out dawg I didn't have to think it over

Slatt

This lil' b***h I'ma bend her over

After I'm done call the gang I'ma send her over

Gang

I'm in tune with the UPS

Yeah

Waitin' on packages KPreme gon' do the rest

Got some b***hes in Budapest

Strapped with them Ks they walk 'round wearin' bullet vests

Ooh frrp

I need you to do more but speak less

Youngins gon' open uh

Youngins gon' open 'em up like some Mucinex

Go

Give me top baby keep the s*x

Go

My d**k get bigger when I see a money check

Used to didn't have a hundred bands

Beep

Now I'm outside with the gang doin' the money dance

I'm in rush hour roadrunnin'

Mm

I'm in rush hour roadrunnin' like Jackie Chan

My big brother was beatin' pans

Beat it

Lil' brother psyched out he might go shoot your mans

Buh buh beep

Sunday through Sunday

Sunday

I got them b***hes comin' on the runway

On the runway

F**k with the feng shui

F**k with

Break a b***h back like the wood like a sensei

F**k did that n***a say

F**k

You wasn't 'round at the gym back at Lindley

Beep

Split

Yeah

Uh-huh

Told my slime Earl hold it on

Yeah

Hold that s**t down n***a I'ma see it

Uh-huh

You gon' see it and now he see it

For real he held it down

Uh-huh

Feel me

Uh-huh

For real

Uh-huh uh-huh

Beep look

Go

I'm hated that much I don't give a d**n

Go

I used to swipe finesse through the Skype through the night

I would eat on a Grand Slam

Swipe

Don't be like me I'm a millionaire

Still ridin' dirty 'round town like Chamillionaire

Don't be like me

These n***as softer than Build-A-Bear

Penthouse then make her eat with no silverware

S**t ayy f**k

I'm crackin' this b***h like some software

Go

I got her boyfriend on my crosshair

He talkin' down

Phew

Go the sound

I'm in New York need a loft here

D**n

B***h I'm a motherf**kin' boss here

D**n

No ain't no n***a soft here

F**k 'em

My n***as down they came from the town

Phew

They let it off here

Slatt

Audemars Piguet ice me

Ice

Where I be f**kin' this Pisces

She wanna beat up the wifey

She was down

I like the Piguets I like the emeralds

D**n them s**ts look like a icy

Ice

Different in school check out the IQ

I made more guap than the IT

Yeah

S**t nah whole time n***as hold s**t down

Frrt frrt hold it down

Yeah whole time n***as never lack n***as keep a hundred rounds

Whole time frrt

Yeah home alone n***a run up on me do 'em like Macaulay Caulkin

S**t s**t s**t yeah

Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe I ain't drive it leave it parkin'

Fif'

A lot of my choices was dumb s**t

Gang pull up on the block and they dump s**t

My n***as got red on their head

Red on their head on some Trump s**t

Brrt

I'm swervin' the 'Burban down Highland

Skrt

Swervin' the whip on some drunk s**t

Swerve

I'm not a fighter at all

But I stomp his head wanted him dead

Prrt prrt prrt

Won't get a foot in my conscience

Poh

These b***hes hang 'round for the content

B***h

It took me way outta context

Oh

My youngin' gon' blow like a Semtex

S**t beep

Live everywhere like some Germex

Hee

Just tell my n***a his turn next

God

Burn that s**t down

Don't play with me b***h I'ma burn it

Burn

Yeah

Burn

Young n***a earn it

Brrt

Don't speak on no s**t you don't know about

Before you speak on it go learn that

S**t s**t yeah

S**t

For real keepin' this s**t for real

Beep

Three in the two like Shaquille

Yeah

I don't even know how to feel

Beep

Nah whole time n***as hold s**t down

Frrt frrt hold it down

Yeah whole time n***as never lie n***as keep a hundreds rounds

Whole time frrt

Yeah home alone n***a run up on me do 'em like Macaulay Caulkin

S**t s**t s**t yeah

Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe I ain't drive it leave it parkin'

Fif'

Frrt frrt

Go

Frrt frrt

Frrt frrt