4/1 - Split Lyrics

Go-go (grrah, boom)
It's Carter, dickhead
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Grrah

Like, if they 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
Word to bro, bitch, I never ran Rick
If he push up on me, I'ma boom

Thinkin' he crazy, I feel like I'm split
With my G, I got different moves
Bitch, I'm too hood, I can't speak for a bitch
Like Cinderella, they came for my shoes (hah)

Lit then a bitch, I get bricks of the Fent'
Tryna get to get to them chicks
I don't run, bitch, I sprint
White Buffs with the tint
All my bitches come thick
Eatin' nachos in the trap, get my chips, then I dip
Like, if they get on bullshit, then I'm with the nonsense
Pull up Bentley, Urus, Maybach, it look like some Prime shit
Can't bring the gang around no rappers, they be doin' wild shit
All my watches 41, 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 hood, 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 black, phone off when I go on a mission
Nigga, get on this corner, stop bitchin'
Niggas know we be 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, I'm glad
The more opps die, the bigger the blunt, bitch
Grrah, I'm not even fast, nigga, why would I run? (Grrah)
Opp thot gon' set up the line and you know I'm comin' with a drum

Thinkin' he crazy, I feel like I'm split
With my G, I got different moves
Bitch, I'm too hood, 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 41, you know me and Kyle Richh, hah (grrah)

He show me a 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 f*cking pilot
All this BO from the sauce, I don't need a stylist
When I touch her, she get wet like my f*ckin' 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 41, 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 hood, I can't speak for a bitch
Like Cinderella, they came for my shoes

R-R-RiteOrWrong, bro-bro
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