Splash Brothers Lyrics

Haan

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
We gonna rise to the top
Yeah, Anastasia
Splash and Frenchie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Young Montana and little Wizianna
Fat pockets got my pants looking like MC Hammer’s
I piss a n** off until he got a empty bladder
A hustler, baby, I could sell Nevada to Nevada
Huh, I’m on that coke wave
Stay in your own lane, n**, I got road rage
Got old money, I got hundreds about your age
Got old Gs listening to me like the OJs
Okay, I used to run the corner like a jet sweep
Now I put the snow in private planes, call ’em Jetskis
All gold Rollie Pollie on my left wing
Drop the cocaine in the water, that’s a wet dream
Never stepped on the work, no footprints
All these bad bitches make it hard to find a good bitch
Coke boy, yeah, white girl, yeah
Hot boy, yeah, spice girl, yeah
Young Mula

Montana
On double MG, I’ll fuck a rapper’s wife
Blow a Birkin on her and I won’t even touch her twice (Haan)
Your favorite rapper in the present writing essays
When Hov took a break I had the city for a decade
Culture top three, we done started up the wave
You only get your flowers when I put ’em on your grave
N*** stay scheming, but they ain’t ready to pop that
Coke boys move keys, where the locks at?
Diamond singles, platinum albums and drop coup
Might take my Hollywood bitches and start a pop group
N*** crack fiends for the rap memes
Took one to the head like Suge in the black Beam’
I follow OGs, not the IG
Me and Splash Brothers like the Isley’s
I couldn’t rhyme fast, made the pie stretch
Devil on my hills like Lil Nas X
My country girl mad I faded like Boosie on her
My city girl ride with the Uzi on her
You been a doja, word to Doja cat
Call you Soulja slim ’cause we don’t know ya clap
Who you stuntin’ on? My bitch got a bigger truck
Paul Pierce on live, I don’t give a fuck
Montana

Uh, biggest
Never ask, I only came to do the devil’s task
Feeling fast so I gotta get a pedal gas
Never crash, I’m spending money like I never had
Several bags I give to bitches that’ll never last
Say my name, n*** looking for you with treasure maps
Can’t pedal back and I’m surprised your label ain’t collapse
Waving flags, but you the one we all still aiming at
Forty bottles and left you pussies with the table tab
Therefore, apologize before you in a lot of rhymes
And I done smoked a lot of n*** and a lot of mine
Celebrating after scores and that’s a lot of fines
Or I could turn you n*** up and that’s the bottom line

Young Montana and the coke wave
Feds said they got the whole thing on tape
The trial about to start in four days
We gonna rise to the top

Splash Brothers Lyrics

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