Split/Whole Time Lyrics – Lil Yachty: Presenting the lyrics of the sing “Split/Whole Time” sung by Lil Yachty.
Split/Whole Time Lyrics – Lil Yachty
Sipping the peach soda
The niggas inside they gone hide till the heat is over
Sipping the peach soda
The niggas inside they gone hide till the heat is over
Sipping the peach soda
The niggas inside they gone hide till the heat is over
Imma ride till the beat is over
Two chanel bags, same price as my mink sofa
And I move like the King Cobra
Sliming them out dog I didn’t have to think it over
Sipping the peach soda
The niggas inside they gone hide till the heat is over
Imma ride till the beat is over
Two chanel bags, same price as my mink sofa
And I move like the King Cobra
Sliming them out dog I didn’t have to think it over
This lil bitch imma bend her over
After I’m done called the gang, Imma send her over
Im in tune with the UPS
Waiting on packages, Kp gone do the rest
Got some bitches in budapest
Strapped with them K’s, they walk around wearing bullet vests
(OOUU) (FRRR)
I need you to do more, but speak less
Youngins gone open (uh)
Young’s gone open them up like some mucinex
Gimme top baby keep the sex
My dick get bigger when I see a money check
Used to didn’t have 100 bands
Now I’m outside with the gang doing the money dance
Imma rush hour road runner
Imma rush hour road runner, like Jackie Chan
My big brother was beatings pans
Lil brother psyched out, he might go shoot your mans
Sunday through sunday
I got them bitches coming in on the runway
Fuck with the fengshui
Break a bitch back like the wood with a sensei
Fold it up Nisei
You wasn’t round at the gym back at Lin Lay
(Split)
Look
I’m hated the most, I don’t give a damn
I used to swipe for nun through the Skype
Through the night i would eat on the grand slam
Don’t be like me Imma meanie
Still ridin dirty round town like a millionaire
These niggas softer than Build-A-Bear
Penthouse then make her eat with no silverware
Im crackin this bitch like some software
I got her boyfriend on my crosshair
He talking down, phewww go the sound
I’m in New York, need a loft here
Bitch Imma muhfuckin boss here
No, aint no nigga soft here
My niggas down, they came from the town
Pheew, they let it off here
Audemar Piguet, Ice me
Where I be fuckin this Pisces
She wanna beat up a wifey
I like the Piguets, I like the emeralds
Damn them shits look like a Icey
If I’m school check out the IQ
I make more guap then an IT
Shit, nah, whole time niggas hold shit down
Yea, whole time niggas never lie
niggas keep a hundred rounds
Yea, home alone nigga run up on me do them like Macaulay Culkin
250 for the Bentley Coup I aint driving it yet
Lot of my choices, dumb shit
Cant pull up on the block on that dumb shit
My niggas got red on they head
Red on they head on some Trump shit
Im swerving the bourbon down highland
Swerving the whip on some drunk shit
Im not a fighter at all
But I stomp his head, wanted him dead
Wont get offended my conscience
These bitches hang round for the content
It took me way out of context
And youngin go blow like a suntext
Live everywhere like some germex
Just tell my nigga his turn next
Burn that shit down, (plooom)
Bitch I’m a burnup
Yall gotta earn that
Don’t speak on no shit you don’t know about
Before you speak on it go learn that
Fareal, keeping that shit fareal
Three own them two I should kill
Ion even know how to feel
Nah, whole time niggas hold shit down
Yea, whole time niggas never lie
niggas keep a hundred rounds
Yea, home alone nigga run up on me do them like Macaulay Culkin
250 for the Bentley Coup I aint driving leave it park it
Lil Yachty – Split/Whole Time Song details
Song: Split/Whole Time
Singer: Lil Yachty