Ugh, Loose Aye, aye back up, wait I said that Splash with the passion Please don't make me drench man If you put a hit on my head Get your bread back A moon cost ten percent of a ten bag And that's minimum Shit, I'm still killin' em GS slap up dem yutes If I ain't feeling em' Opp block, how many times? I been a million Wait, I'm gassing but it feels like I done that Nuff chat, Y2 got it in his rucksack Tryna be brave, end up being a done man Mask on my face, gyal thought I was Biski B, aye, K.M.T Little dumb yat And who shot ya? Go ask the doctor Them man are doing daggers to Popcaan My hitters doing drills and shows 'Cah I always bring 'em out on the stage Living life like a rockstar Loubs on my feet, got me walking with some hedgehogs It don't make sense on my age, how my bread's long I'm all in designer and babes that's a minor I put her in it too, if I like her And everybody's rapping 'bout Lyca They ain't had a real hand-ache from baggin' up niners Thumb and my index hurtin' I remember serving Bare four pounds for a fiver And free SD, that's a rider And Joe, that's a rider My nigga Scratcher, too hyper They should put more stack in the booth Them boys should talk the truth 'Cause they sounding like a liar, liar Flying overseas, doing shows while I'm jet lagged And every other month I'm doing more for it I'm peering for your head back And I don't want no leg shots My bro' lost his life I'm thinking that I need to press off Aye, I'm upset Broski just spun a opp, but he ain't dead Broski just spun a opp, but he ain't dead Aye, that sound too much like Drake, lemme switch it Hate chess, with chest and up Pole on me, like Teddy Bruck Disgusting, yuck Hate when I buy new tings to the block But can't get sweets, it's fucking dumb Miss S.A.S.D my blood Splash addict, splash bro's for fun Big man, ride for your bredrin All of these drenchings, no one ain't come I'm up in Harlem late Waiting for buck my blade Don't believe me? Ask H Ride for Nagz, till the grave You can ask bro', do the same Feds come five times a day Guess that su's been snitching Opp fishing, go swimming Show man 'bout 'lympic chinging She say that she love me Baby I just want a G Dem man talkin' postcode Most of my bros, tryna make them sleep I make gyal say money and beef And give ucky to me Harry seen shot done pop Or on drills, tryna hit opp my muse Fuck what you heard, are you wid it? Love GG that's Jigga Ten shank moves, that's inna I don't drink rum and Bigga Soul bust turn man swinger Pouring champagne Roley on me, with a bust face Cut, I don't cut shapes This Louis coat cost a sun eight Bro throw O's and love to splash We creep up on them, they dash Showed that hoe quick forty bags Now she know why I call them brass Run through bands in a Barbie's cat Free my boy, he love mish and mash In my blood to splash and brag Designer driller, I do it in swag And love to splash We creep up on them, they dash Showed that hoe quick forty bags Now she know why I call them brass Run through bands in a Barbie's cat Free my boy, he love mish and mash In my blood to splash and brag Designer driller, I do it in swag Aye, suttin' different for them man Aye, aye, aye Ride or die, big.45 I can see the pagans I can see the pagans Ride or die, big.45 I can see the pagans I can see the pagans Ride or die, big.45 I can see the pagans I can see the pagans Ride or die, big.45 Aye Charlie, are you listening? Aye, aye I can see my whole world changing But if I see the pagans Well I'll splash up them yutes And everybody treat me like I'm famous And they want a picture and they loving my crew Aye, but you know how life goes Text me all day, love to complain And ring my iPhone Aye, you know how life goes Text me all day, love to complain And ring my iPhone Bring the kid where your heart is Baby girl, why not chance it? Fuck the opps when we tarnish Blast it, splash it up and start laughing Big man had your darling Handsome driller and balling Man trip up, swim in some fortune They talk the talk, but it's harmless I'm the fashion driller Smart and B, who's realer? If we pull up, suttin' get cook up Big man, are you gonna back your jigga? Pull up skrrt, like Bryson Tiller Or hop out the ride like Trey Bricks said "Loose you're talking too bait" But, them man pissed me off Off, he's been chinged and still talking brave She's on man, but she got a bae He found out, now talk's on my name Big man, I don't think that you're like that Right back, I'm upfront on these paves Rude as fuck and gyal still give brain Loski loose my bandsdem are age Tell your uncle, come work for me I'll tell my accountant "Double his wage" Rude as fuck and gyal still give brain I've done drills in Moncler and Bape Told her "Baby girl, you look gorgeous" I'm not getting sprung like T-Pain Party mode, nuff time I backed it Ah, babe I'm Loose not insane I can see my whole world changing So if I see the pagans Should I splash up this yute? Everybody treat me like I'm famous And they want a picture and they loving my crew Aye, but you know how life goes Text me all day, love to complain And ring my iPhone Aye, you know how life goes Text me all day, love to complain And ring my iPhone