[Intro: Russ SMG & Oboy]
Aigh'
Splash!
Free all the mandem's
Free all the mandem
Ku-ku spartan a Ku, shout out to Harlem, and the side
Free all the mandem, you get me?
Free all the mandem
R.I.P. young boss, you get me?
Fuck with the opps, fuck the opps!
You shout me, niggas know
My cuzzy
Aigh', listen, aigh'
Ching, ching, ching!
Splashy

[Verse 1: Russ SMG]
Got poke, 'nuff pokes, see a mad man
If the door come off, I'm a badman
Take risk 'till my stats too long
Still come, I get man bun
He got splashed, that's another one
Its like holding rooms its fun
He's got splash like a --- one
It's like holding rooms it's fun
Gun lean man, gun lean (Ay)
Got kwengers from that peng side, I do fuckries
Get up close and get ugly
Fuck that flow; it's too dumb
Any perp boy get splashed or bun (Shit)
Shit, creep, creep, creep, hop out (Bboof)
Boot three-man, knee-capped, it's calm you got knee
Splash, split your chest into two
Fam, check the scores, you dumb yute
Just come out your house for two
Big on the block but I can't see you
Blazing the rocks, you–
Six in the spin but I just need two
Beefing who? Russ don't know you
Ratted, what a deluded guy
Or like fuck off metals and I
You think I lie? Beg you come try
Dip that mum, tell your son goodbye
Yin-Yang him– burst and let it fly
Two packs in a row, two packs in a row
Splash boys get dough
Two packs in a row, two packs in a row
Splash boys get dough
Holy moly
One more kill, get UAV
Fuck them jakes; they can't see me
Only ten toes from the PC
Splash
Splash a gyal–
Step
Air out the blood clot scene
Man try leg it, but he got sweeped
L-O-L, what a damn neek
Get, splash from head to his knees
Get, back I know it just me
Russ with the Russ, you know the recipe
Taze, blade him up or just squeeze
Mage, splash your gyal and make P's
Straight, bash man up so don't speak
Splash maintain the guy and that's me
We run Lewie, they can't compete (Splash)
Splash, splash, smash up a neek
Trap and splash all week
Russ with the Russ
Love a gyal with nice feet
Dip down the braid and skeet
Gerry and Carey out on my ones
'Der too shook so they won't come
Get splashy, splashy, they run
Tell a man, 'dem come to my gaff, get bun
Shit, bun out ya' babies lips
Shit, chatty patties like chips
Get-get off my name, you bitch
Four blades and out, now I see rib
Gruesome, this shit ain't for no kids
Eighteen plus; X-rated
In jail, no blade, bust faces
No evidence, bustin' cases
Splash!
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