Splash Bros versuri

Splash Bros lyrics by Dirty K rapper feat. Jim Omerta

Verse 1: Jim Omerta
I got myself, don’t need nobody else, it’s just me in that switch
Walk with a mask up on my face, this nigga tryna get me drained
You shoot a bullet, I won’t flinch
I’ve been on both sides of that gun
I’m tired of showing these pussy niggas time and time, I ain’t the one
Same niggas that I’m spending on, I split the bands with
Tryna DOLO jump mop sticks and he gon’ get his head split
Walk out with this K with Dirty K, don’t get your man’s hit
Carti’ on my wrist, I hold it up, don’t need no flashy drip, it bling
I be balling in the paint, I’m going hard like I’m Yao Ming
Give him a bullet to his head, you watch him drop, you earn a ring
Got so much money in my pants
Don’t give no fucks bout’ what they send
Gon’ put a bag on him and him
I’m stretching bro bro, get his man
She tryna fuck cause I got fans
I’m off these percs, I’m out my body
You can’t tell by how I look, bitch homicide, a nigga try me
Play with my Brodie, you get stretched
I’m shooting like Curry, he like Klay
You know we splash bros in this shit
Spinning on they block, it’s DOA

Verse 2: Dirty K
I’m this fucking bitch with Jim
Sliding out the fucking wraith
Know my niggas, we gon’ and hit that niggas fucking face
We ain’t even waiting, we gon’ slide to-fucking-day
We just tryna drop a nigga, leave a nigga where he fucking lay ay
Jim, you know where that nigga stay
We gon’ go and get his ass, it’s gon’ be a bad day
We don’t even gotta call a shooter up, we on his ass
We don’t even gotta drop a bag, we gonna do him bad
Don’t make me fucking mad, nigga
That’s when I just go and spaz
Hop up in that car, throw up on that motherfucking mask
Looking left and right bitch I’m ducking motherfucking tags
And she suck my dick nah I don’t have to fucking ask
Cause I’m lit, yeah
Bitches check my wrist, yeah
Bitches give me kiss, yeah
Butch don’t got no fit, no
What’s all of that flexing for?
Fuck you up, up on the floor
I be feeling like that you do love me no more

Verse 3: Jim Omerta
Yeah, that’s that switch
Niggas about they bitch
Don’t come at me boy, check the bitch
One thousand dollars on my pants
I spent three hundred on my shirt
She on my dick, yes imma flirt
I’m popping percs then go to work, yeah
If you can’t tell lil’ bitch, we winning
We dropping bags and we still trending
In SRT’s lil’ bitch we spinning
Do a burnout cause we winning
Pull up, grab ?
I’m with Dirty K, we ain’t doing no mission
I’m with Dirty K, we ain’t doing no mission

Outro: Dirty K
Yeah, that’s my fucking gang nigga
Yeah, nigga I just left this bitch and go and spray, nigga
Yeah, put that shit up on my chain, nigga
Yeah, put that shit up on my chain, nigga