[Chorus: Loski & Latts]
Splash and brag it or slap them cannons
Bro-bro stepped with his hand ting, he talk 'nuff but my broski splashed him
And still man drill it, the lifestyle I rap, man live it
Smoke revolvers, we spin it
Or any chance man get, man ching it, spill mans juice, not sip it
Splash and brag it or slap them cannons
Bro-bro stepped with his hand ting, he talk 'nuff but my broski splashed him
And still man drill it, the lifestyle I rap, man live it
Smoke revolvers, we spin it
Or any chance man get, man ching it, spill mans juice, not sip it
[Verse 1: Loski]
Say you're out in the field, you're lying
How many mums been crying? How many sons been knifed in?
Y2, my goon, love riding
Dot-dot sound loud, it's frightening, send corn to your gaff but you're hiding
Cheff man down, bro smiling, we've been passionate with that gliding
Still anything opp get bun
How you back a splash and run? Never seen the Crashers come
Back then, going there was fun
Now they don't chill there, it's dumb, still go in case they do
We need a drop while I blaze these yutes
She know I'm Loose, Harlem O, gyaldem, they love my goons
Splash opps and we love to boot, sawn off 12, gotta fry that too
Don't get caught on the other side, we ain't tryna lowe no yutes
Old opps ain't even seen 50 bags, big man, fucking move
Step over there in a rusty Goose
Splash and brag it or slap them cannons
Bro-bro stepped with his hand ting, he talk 'nuff but my broski splashed him
And still man drill it, the lifestyle I rap, man live it
Smoke revolvers, we spin it
Or any chance man get, man ching it, spill mans juice, not sip it
Splash and brag it or slap them cannons
Bro-bro stepped with his hand ting, he talk 'nuff but my broski splashed him
And still man drill it, the lifestyle I rap, man live it
Smoke revolvers, we spin it
Or any chance man get, man ching it, spill mans juice, not sip it
[Verse 1: Loski]
Say you're out in the field, you're lying
How many mums been crying? How many sons been knifed in?
Y2, my goon, love riding
Dot-dot sound loud, it's frightening, send corn to your gaff but you're hiding
Cheff man down, bro smiling, we've been passionate with that gliding
Still anything opp get bun
How you back a splash and run? Never seen the Crashers come
Back then, going there was fun
Now they don't chill there, it's dumb, still go in case they do
We need a drop while I blaze these yutes
She know I'm Loose, Harlem O, gyaldem, they love my goons
Splash opps and we love to boot, sawn off 12, gotta fry that too
Don't get caught on the other side, we ain't tryna lowe no yutes
Old opps ain't even seen 50 bags, big man, fucking move
Step over there in a rusty Goose
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