split

Lyrics

[Chorus] Fuck how you feel Fuck how you feel, its fuck how you— Yeah, my brodie he crushing the pill, he crushing the pill drop no heat Yeah, I fuck with her build I fuck with her build like fortnite Yeah, I'm keeping shit real, I'm keeping this shit real, no lie Yeah, we ain't have to split up, it's just love from my hand But I had to get up, fuck these hoes, get these bands And my bro, on the drugs, hold the beat, don't kill my man Tryna talk, now we set him up, I don't give a fuck, belong in advance We ain't have to split up, it's just love from my hand But I had to get up, fuck these hoes, gеt these bands And my bro, on the drugs, hold thе beat, don't kill my man Tryna talk, now we set him up, I don't give a fuck, belong in advance [Verse] Bitch you do what you can, I do what I want now (What I want now) Bitch I'm a feen for the cash, wake up to the [?] now (To the [?] now) If they want me to sign my name, [?] it on a hundred thous (Hundred thous) He tryna reach for my chain, that boy moving bummed out I can't stop, gotta keep flowin Change it back money keep goin It's just you and the cash don't need no friends Bitch on my bitch she got Rick Owens That's on the guys don't fear no man Any nigga tryna beef go away Keep it a buck I need someone, someone that's gonna need something Bitch my life fuck question mark It's okay you got them fake ass Every time my day too hard Text Mary Jane I'm ready to hit up They in my [?] Niggas on dick don't tell them shit Touchdown bitch I'ma get some, nah Brand new vid and a brand new fit [Chorus] Yeah, we ain't have to split up, it's just love from my hand But I had to get up, fuck these hoes, get these bands And my bro, on the drugs, hold the beat, don't kill my man Tryna talk, now we set him up, I don't give a fuck, belong in advance We ain't have to split up, it's just love from my hand But I had to get up, fuck these hoes, get these bands And my bro, on the drugs, hold the beat, don't kill my man Tryna talk, now we set him up, I don't give a fuck, belong in advance [Outro] Its fuck how you feel, its fuck how you— [?] let me kill (Let me kill) We ain't have no [?] Why these bitches worried so much? Rapping just so I warn them In my closet, growing them Yeah, and my brothers ain't growing, damn