Splack lyrics
by Yung Simmie
[Chorus]
Riding in the splack and you know it's black
I'm sitting in the back, I gotta hold the mac
I can't trust a soul, nobody knows
A n*gga might slip, I'm bouta let the choppa go
Riding in the splack and you know it's black
I'm sitting in the back, I gotta hold the mac
I can't trust a soul, nobody knows
A n*gga might slip, I'm bouta let the choppa go
[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
Looking out the window and I see no competition
He probably in the trunk if you think that n*gga missing
I swerve on dudes who be with all the dissing
I cross like I'm Christian
And shoot like a piston
Windows tinted, can't see who in it
Oh he with women, she brought her friend
They do they dance, while I drive with one hand
Sippin kickstand, little n*gga
And I'm trynna get big bands
I been Klan, Simmie got the tools
He the handyman
Sweet n*ggas needa go back to Candyland
Just hit a lick, gloves on, I'm gone
And I'm all in my zone
n*gga past the Patron
[Chorus]
Riding in the splack and you know it's black
I'm sitting in the back, I gotta hold the mac
I can't trust a soul, nobody knows
A n*gga might slip, I'm bouta let the choppa go
Riding in the splack and you know it's black
I'm sitting in the back, I gotta hold the mac
I can't trust a soul, nobody knows
A n*gga might slip, I'm bouta let the choppa go
[Verse 2: Yung Simmie]
My n*gga call me up just to tell me where it's at
I had to get dressed, man you know that all black
This music for the riders
You can pull up beside us
I got my feet up, cause the woman the driver
A hunnid miles per hour
Speeding, ducking the law
Open the sunroof, you gone see ima star
If ya girl in the whip, im taking her and the car
If ya girl in the whip, im taking her and the ca
[Chorus]
Riding in the splack and you know it's black
I'm sitting in the back, I gotta hold the mac
I can't trust a soul, nobody knows
A n*gga might slip, I'm bouta let the choppa go
Riding in the splack and you know it's black
I'm sitting in the back, I gotta hold the mac
I can't trust a soul, nobody knows
A n*gga might slip, I'm bouta let the choppa go