Split Decision lyrics

[Intro]
Hop out that G ride n*gga, hop out that sh*t, pop at a window─
Hop out that G ride n*gga, hop out that sh*t, pop at a window
Shoot that b*tch, cutthroat n*gga' slit cho sh*t
n*gga in the gang talkin to a damn rat
Dunk me a f*ck n*gga like Im Shaq, I got top bunk if you─
I love DJ GREN8DE
Its DJ GREN8DE HOE

[Chorus]
Yeah, Bwhoa bust his gun more than one to
3 damn Glocks, one plus two
I step in givency f*ck yo damn religion this Glock shoot true
They talking bout make split decisions when I'm blitzin them that blick get a n*gga end up on the news, huh
I put a di*k in that gun, mothaf*cka p*ssy I guess it drank juice
Ride with the carbine-15 know the draco in the f*ckin back we don't make no truce
Bwhoa gon' shoot like Kobe, all this damn drank pour a four in this f*ckin deuce
Im stuck to the block with this blicky cause this sh*t like gum
Young n*gga smoke good that gorilla glue
Hop out that G ridе n*gga, hop out that sh*t, pop at a window
Shoot that b*tch, cutthroat n*gga' slit cho sh*t
n*gga in the gang talkin to a damn rat
Dunk me a f*ck n*gga like Im Shaq, I got top bunk if you want gеt back
Im out on bond, but I still can't lack
Gon' point yo ass out and call nun' but a honey bun
Band gang sh*t man I need bout a hunnid of em
Get a Million off, that ain't sh*t get some munyun
n*gga mad at me cause his b*tch wanna suck sum' ex b*tch mad cause her friend wan' f*ck some
Whoa finna pop out and get em just 2love
Bih' to close on my di*k just scoot up
n*gga be sweet as the f*ck, fruit roll up
n*gga playing with the mob, know all the whoa's gon' suit up
n*gga said that Lil glok got bountys in cobb, how the f*ck you finna shoot me?
Im the one that robbed, what the f*ck do I look like hanging with a slob?
Bih' wan double back for the band sh*t par
Goddamn I need God, Ian gone lie' ion want no n*gga treat me like I'm soft
Im gon' ride, kel crash out with a XD colt, got that sawed off
Whoa throw a lob, I catch a opp break his ass' bad
We not waiting in the line for no opp, we got the flash path
I trap off Uber eats, people do digital dash
I catch a Y.N n*gga, b*tch I hulk smash
Catch Jacobi out walking, jump in that water' n*gga that's his ass
Im in the warehouse with a stick but this ain't panda grass, huh
Rob him with no face mask, hmm
These n*ggas see threw like sum glass
We bought designer don't throw away the tag, huh oh yeah
Big 30 mag, f*ck the b*tch then I wipe down with that rag
n*gga be switchin up call em a drag
My Glock fell on the floor just because my sh*t sag, suffocate em put his head in a bag
I ain't got no patience ion wanna go last
We got 24 hours to finish this task
"You wan' the f*ck white b*tch?", I'll pass
He talm bout the mob, boy his ass grass
He think sh*t a game, 7.62 made his ass lag
When I'm thuggin I'm ready to catch me a body I'm ready to do it when I hop out that dually
When I'm ready to shoot it I bend him like smoothie
And when I empty the clip we can't watch no more movies
And this babylife but its f*ck that boy Stewie
Man stop acting scary man let me touch on yo kewchie
Start suckin this di*k, Lil b*tch just get to it
Yeah, Bwhoa bust his gun more than one to
3 damn Glocks, one plus two
I step in givency f*ck yo damn religion this Glock shoot true
They talking bout make split decisions when I'm blitzin them that blick get a n*gga end up on the news, huh
I put a di*k in that gun, mothaf*cka p*ssy I guess it drank juice, huh