"Split" lyrics
41 Lyrics
(performed by Jenn Carter, TaTa, Kyle Richh)
(feat. Skilla Baby)
Go-go (Grrah, boom)
It's Carter, dickhead
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
Grrah
Like, if they're sleepin' on me, word to bro, I let 'em rest
And if she horsin' me, I check her, I'm not playin' chess
It's a couple niggas who gon' mention me, I won't address
These niggas broke, they say my name and think that they up next
In the V and I came with a stick
Rell B gon' do what he do
With a broke bitch, I never ran rake
If he push up on me, I'm gon' boom
Thinkin' he crazy, I feel like I'm split
With my G, I got different moves
Bitch, I'm too good, I can't speak for a bitch
Like Cinderella, they came for my shoes (Haha)
Quit bein' a bitch, I get bricks to the fence
Tryna get to get to them chicks
I don't run, bitch, I sprint
Right bust with a tit
All my bitches come thick
Eating nachos in the trap, get my chips, then I dip
Like, if they get on bullshit, then I'm with the nine cents
Pull up Bentley, Maybach, like some prime shit
Can't bring the gang around no rappers, they be doin' wild shit
All my watches forty-one, you know me and Kyle Richh, hah
Thinkin' he crazy, I feel like I'm split
With my G, I got different moves
Bitch, I'm too good, I can't speak for a bitch (41 shots to the head)
Like Cinderella, they came for my shoes (Bitch)
I'm on the block every day with a savage or two
Bitch, I got this .30, I'm goin' for thirty, these niggas be averagin' two
All packed [?] when I go on a mission
Nigga, get on this corner, stop bitchin'
Niggas know when we steppin', I don't gotta post it
I got way more in chains and bitches (Word to bro, bitch)
Yeah, nigga, I'm tryin' to go on a hunt
Nigga, another one died, a [?]
The more opps died, the bigger the point, bitch
Grrah, I'm not even fast, nigga, why would I run? (Grrah)
I'm 'bout to set up a line and you know I'm comin' with a trump
Thinkin' he crazy, I feel like I'm split
With my G, I got different moves
Bitch, I'm too good, I can't speak for a bitch
Like Cinderella, they came for my shoes
Can't bring the gang around no rappers, they be doin' wild shit
All my watches forty-one, you know me and Kyle Richh, hah
Grrah
Here's your man, Kyle Richh
I can't come for goody, goody, I need me a wild bitch
I can't go for disrespect, I'm with all the violence
They hear this is my shit, I'm the fucking pilot
All this BO from the sauce, I don't need a stylist
When I touch her, she get wet like my fuckin' diamonds
White tee, all my jewels on
New ho, gotta move on
Like Saks Fifth with a bad bitch
I'm rich, don't need coupons
We ain't beefin on the net, nigga
Talk less and we shoot more
I ain't here for the chitter-chatter, so move back if you move wrong
Can't bring the gang around no rappers, they be doin' wild shit
All my watches forty-one, you know me and Kyle Richh, hah
Thinkin' he crazy, I feel like I'm split
With my G, I got different moves
Bitch, I'm too good, I can't speak for a bitch
Like Cinderella, they came for my shoes
R-R, RiteOrWrong bro-bro (Teehee)
RiteOrWrongKVH
It's Carter, dickhead
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
Grrah
Like, if they're sleepin' on me, word to bro, I let 'em rest
And if she horsin' me, I check her, I'm not playin' chess
It's a couple niggas who gon' mention me, I won't address
These niggas broke, they say my name and think that they up next
In the V and I came with a stick
Rell B gon' do what he do
With a broke bitch, I never ran rake
If he push up on me, I'm gon' boom
Thinkin' he crazy, I feel like I'm split
With my G, I got different moves
Bitch, I'm too good, I can't speak for a bitch
Like Cinderella, they came for my shoes (Haha)
Quit bein' a bitch, I get bricks to the fence
Tryna get to get to them chicks
I don't run, bitch, I sprint
Right bust with a tit
All my bitches come thick
Eating nachos in the trap, get my chips, then I dip
Like, if they get on bullshit, then I'm with the nine cents
Pull up Bentley, Maybach, like some prime shit
Can't bring the gang around no rappers, they be doin' wild shit
All my watches forty-one, you know me and Kyle Richh, hah
Thinkin' he crazy, I feel like I'm split
With my G, I got different moves
Bitch, I'm too good, I can't speak for a bitch (41 shots to the head)
Like Cinderella, they came for my shoes (Bitch)
I'm on the block every day with a savage or two
Bitch, I got this .30, I'm goin' for thirty, these niggas be averagin' two
All packed [?] when I go on a mission
Nigga, get on this corner, stop bitchin'
Niggas know when we steppin', I don't gotta post it
I got way more in chains and bitches (Word to bro, bitch)
Yeah, nigga, I'm tryin' to go on a hunt
Nigga, another one died, a [?]
The more opps died, the bigger the point, bitch
Grrah, I'm not even fast, nigga, why would I run? (Grrah)
I'm 'bout to set up a line and you know I'm comin' with a trump
Thinkin' he crazy, I feel like I'm split
With my G, I got different moves
Bitch, I'm too good, I can't speak for a bitch
Like Cinderella, they came for my shoes
Can't bring the gang around no rappers, they be doin' wild shit
All my watches forty-one, you know me and Kyle Richh, hah
Grrah
Here's your man, Kyle Richh
I can't come for goody, goody, I need me a wild bitch
I can't go for disrespect, I'm with all the violence
They hear this is my shit, I'm the fucking pilot
All this BO from the sauce, I don't need a stylist
When I touch her, she get wet like my fuckin' diamonds
White tee, all my jewels on
New ho, gotta move on
Like Saks Fifth with a bad bitch
I'm rich, don't need coupons
We ain't beefin on the net, nigga
Talk less and we shoot more
I ain't here for the chitter-chatter, so move back if you move wrong
Can't bring the gang around no rappers, they be doin' wild shit
All my watches forty-one, you know me and Kyle Richh, hah
Thinkin' he crazy, I feel like I'm split
With my G, I got different moves
Bitch, I'm too good, I can't speak for a bitch
Like Cinderella, they came for my shoes
R-R, RiteOrWrong bro-bro (Teehee)
RiteOrWrongKVH
