ฟังเพลงSplit/Whole Time (Clean)

Song: Split/Whole Time

Artist: Lil Yachty

Lyrics: Earl on the Beat, Lil Yachty

Composed: Earl on the Beat

Sippin' the peach soda

The n!ggas inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (Frrp)

Sippin' the peach soda

The n!ggas inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (Frrp)

Sippin' the peach soda

The n!ggas 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!ggas 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!tch, 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!tches 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!ck 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!tches comin' on the runway (On the runway)

Fxck with the feng shui (Feng shui)

Break up his back like the wood like a sensei

Fxck did that nigga say? (Fxck)

You wasn't 'round at the gym back at Little Lake (Beep)

Split

Yeah

Uh-huh (Too much slime, Earl, hold it on)

Yeah (Hold that sh!t down, n!gga)

Uh-huh (I'mma see it, you gon' see it and now he see it)

Really had a doubt

Uh-huh (Yeah)

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 for enough to 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 a millionaire (Don't be like me)

These n!ggas softer than Build-A-Bear

Penthouse, still make her eat with no silverware (Shit, ayy, fxck)

I'm crackin' this b!tch like some software (Go)

I got her boyfriend on my crosshair

He talkin' down (Pew), go to Sound

I'm in New York, need a loft here (D**n)

B!tch, I'm a motherfxckin' boss here (D**n)

No, ain't no n!ggas soft here (Fxck 'em)

My n!ggas down, they came from the town (Phew)

They let it off here (Slatt)

Audemars, baguette, ice me (Ice)

Why I be fxckin' this pricey?

She wanna beat up the wifey (She was down)

I like them baguettes, all of 'em emeralds

Bend this sh!t, look like a icy (Ice)

Came from the school, check out the IQ

I made more guap than the IT (Yeah)

Yeah, nah, whole time n!ggas hold sh!t down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)

Yeah, whole time n!ggas never lied

N!ggas keepin' hundreds around (Whole time, frrt)

Yeah, home alone, n!gga, run up on me, don't like Macaulay Caulkin (Sh!t, sh!t, sh!t, yeah)

Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I ain't drivin' it (Fif-, yeah)

A lot of my choices was dumb sh!t

They ain't pull up on a block and they dump sh!t

My n!ggas got red on their head

I'm red on their head, that's some Trump sh!t (Brrt)

I'm swervin', the Bourbon, the holler (Skrt)

Swervin' the whip on some drunk sh!t (Swerve)

I'm not a fighter at all

But I stomp his head when even dead (Prrt, prrt, prrt)

Won't get a foot in my conscious (Poh)

These b!tches hand 'round for the contest (B!tch)

You took it way outta context (Oh)

And youngin' gon' blow like a Semtex (Sh!t, beep)

They livin' world like some Germans (Hee)

Just how my n!gga, his turn next (God)

Burn that sh!t down

Play with me, b!tch, I'ma burn it (Burn)

Yeah (Burn), you n!ggas earn it (Brrt)

I'm speaking on that sh!t you don't know about

Before you speak on, I'm gon' learn that

Sh!t, sh!t, yeah (Sh!t)

For real, keepin' this sh!t for real (Beep)

Three and a two like Shaquille (Yeah)

I don't even know how to feel (Beep)

Yeah, nah, whole time n!ggas hold sh!t down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)

Yeah, whole time n!ggas never lied

N!ggas keepin' hundreds around (Whole time, frrt)

Yeah, home alone, n!gga, run up on me, don't like Macaulay Caulkin (Sh!t, sh!t, sh!t, yeah)

Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I ain't drivin' it (Fif-, yeah)

Frrt, frrt (Go)

Frrt, frrt

Frrt, frrt