SPLURGIN FLEESTYLE (feat. CASH COBAIN) E

And this beat from Ca$h, not from YouTube. Ooh, bitch, bitch, huh, bitch, Bitch, ooh, huh, ooh, what? Ooh, bitch, bitch, ooh, what? Bitch, bitch, ooh, what? Bitch, bitch, ooh, huh, ooh, bitch. I make a song for any occasion. Nigga pull up, I'ma send my location. That bitch look good, but that bitch is basic. If it ain't money, you know I ain't chasin'. These niggas pigs, these niggas bacon. Killing these niggas like Freddie and Jason. Don't fuck with these niggas, you know I'm erased. Bitch, where my money? You know I ain't waitin'. Killing these niggas, bitch. Huh, bitch. Fuck with these niggas, you know Fuck With these niggas, you know I'm racist. Bitch. Killing these niggas, bitch. What? Bitch, huh, bitch. Huh, bitch. Killing these niggas, bitch. What? Huh, bitch. I make ten songs in only one day. Shout out J Lane, be makin' them plays. Bitch, fuck out my face. You don't get money, you're minimum wage. Hand off your waist. You ain't gon' shoot, get Your hand off your waist. Hand on your waist. I'm tryna hit from the Back with some pace. Killing these niggas, bitch. Huh, bitch. Bitch, what? Huh? Killing these bitch. Bitch. Huh, what, what? Bitch. Bitch, bitch. Killing niggas, bitch. What? Bitch. Bitch, bitch. What? I'm killing these niggas, Huh, what? Huh, bitch, bitch. Ca$h beat this pussy. Flea. Ooh, huh. My turn now, hey. Nigga, it's my turn now, ayy. Turn down for what? Hey. Nigga, I can't turn down, ayy. Got a gun for what? Hey. You won't pull that gun out, ooh. Black lives don't matter, huh, but I can't put The guns down, hey. Niggas think it's sweet, huh, 'til they body get Found. Pretend I wanna fuck with Glock, ooh, we'll make A sound. I love when they body hit the ground. I love when there's money in my account. My bitch Foreign, English she can't pronounce. She don't do no speaking, but she use her Mouth. Dirty whore, ooh, yeah. Dirty slut, ooh, yeah. Ride in the coupe, ooh, or Bentley truck, Ooh, yeah. Niggas call me Flea when I'm around, Ooh, yeah. Bitches come to me when I'm around, Ooh, yeah. I'm in Cali, bitch, I just touched down, ooh, yeah. Hit up Deli Fresh if I need them pounds. That's my blood brother, yeah. You a bloodsucker, yeah. I don't fuck with you broke ass motherfuckers. I can't fuck with that bitch, she not a Dick sucker. My some niggas in the trap, Yeah, they clap tuckers. Ooh, yeah, huh. Niggas pistol busters. Yeah. All y'all niggas joke, ooh, You Chris Tucker. Diamonds hit like Jackie Chan, I'm my own stunter. Adam Vinatieri, fuck that bitch and then I punt Her. Many tears to Verdi, fuck that bitch and Then I hug her. Like a gray hair, Ooh, I just had to pluck her. I can't stay here, ooh, I hit it then I duck her. My turn now, hey. Nigga, it's my turn now, ayy. Turn down for what? Hey. Nigga, I can't turn down, ayy. Got a gun for what? Hey. You won't pull that gun out, ooh. Black lives don't matter, huh, but I can't put The guns down, Niggas think it's sweet, huh, 'til they body get Found. Pretend I wanna fuck with Glock, Ooh, we'll make a sound. I love when they body hit the ground. I love when there's money in my account. My new bitch foreign, English she can't pronounce. She don't do no speaking, but she use her Mouth.