Splash

Lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd] (Yeah) Ha (You are about to hear the loudest, angriest bird you have ever heard) (1400 TSF, bitch) Yeah Drip Oowee (Yah!) Ooh-woah (Blatt, blatt, blatt) Yeah (Wow) Oh, oh Ooh [Chorus: Trippie Redd] You ain't never seen a splash like this (Splash, yeah) Saint Laurent, you ain't never seen a bag like this She like the way that I drip and splash like this (Splash) She like the way that I do it, swag like this, yeah [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Sauce Walka] Yeah, yeah (Woah) Ooh, hey, splash (Soowoo) Phew, phew, splash, yeah, yeah (Splash, yeah, oowee, drip) [Verse 1: Sauce Walka] Splash, drip, waterfall (Drip) I just made a hundred off a number like Powerball (Powerball) Off-White pants, it was protocol (Protocol) Crush Cream Mousse was the soda call (Soda call) Louis V, Supreme if my toes involved (Louis) If I run, bet my feet turn to fireballs (Soo) Still splash on your girl like Niagara Falls Two days later, she gave me a call (Brrt) If she get a text back, it's a fee involved (Text) All these chains on my neck, is Mr. T involved? I made her dive underwater with a ten ball She ain't even drop the keys to her Kia, dog Hair floating, titties poking, baby seen the sauce and dived up in the ocean (Oowee) Bitches coasting, swinging, poking, hop up in, open wide and start the choking With lil' buddy girl, you joking, everything he ever did was never noticed He a Casper, I'm a master, if I snap my fingers, that's a hocus pocus I've been splashin', latest fashion, London for armor jackets, it's just sporty Tidal wave, tsunami, hurricane, independent major artist, oowee [Chorus: Trippie Redd & Sauce Walka] You ain't never seen a splash like this (Splash, yeah, drip, splash) Saint Laurent, you ain't never seen a bag like this (Ooh-wee) She like the way that I drip and splash like this (Splash) She like the way that I do it, swag like this, yeah [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd] Yeah, yeah (Woah) Ooh, hey, splash (Go, go, go, go, go) Phew, phew, splash, yeah, yeah (Splash, yeah, splash, yeah) [Verse 2: Bigga Sanchie] And it's still forty tucked in the fanny pack Money bags and the good, fell in love with that Dropped a feather on a nigga, he ain't come back Got a new sprayco with a drum attached No slatt, Big Bird in the Maybach See a snake, I'ma reach where the K at And my birdies tweet-tweet where your face at And my birdies flyin' over where your place at One thing, Big Bird don't play that So I treat a bitch like a playmat Supreme jacket on with the Rays hat Yeah, Talladega Nights on the racetrack Driving backwards in a yellow Maybach Big soowoop, it's the Big Birdie Chopper make him sit down like his hips hurtin' Slap him in the mouth, left his lips hurtin' Chopper splash his clothes, he was too dirty Closed case, but it way past the face surgeon Had to drip on a bitch, she was too pretty Got me 10-14, it was too early Make her line the racks up, that's a Miss Polly I've been runnin' through her shit like Todd Gurley (Sanchie) Don't play, he'll bring the racks out Anybody disrespect get maxed out [Chorus: Trippie Redd & Bigga Sanchie] You ain't never seen a splash like this (Oowee) Saint Laurent, you ain't never seen a bag like this (Brr, ooh, woo) She like the way that I drip and splash like this She like the way that I do it, swag like this, yeah [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd] Yeah, yeah (Woah) Ooh, hey, splash (Go, go, go, go, go) Phew, phew, splash, yeah, yeah (Splash, yeah, splash, yeah)