Yung Boi Rob, Lil Mosey - Split Decision Pt 1 lyrics

I'll tell you what I want
What I really really want
So tell me what you want
What you really really want
I'll tell you what I want
What I really really want
So tell me what you want
What you really really want i wanna
(Hey) , I wanna (Hey) , I wanna (Hey)
I wanna (Hey)

Brand new Glock with a thirty clip
Hangin' out that bitch nigga
I don't really even like to
Talk my shit nigga, but yeah I'm lit nigga
Gang scrapin' out the pot
It ain't grit's nigga
Yellow diamonds on my chain
Look like piss nigga cTM, hitmakin'
Oh that's yo bitch Lil nigga
Now yo bitch takin'
Break, now yo bitch breakin'
Everything I say
Yeah it's facts I don't like fakin'
Oh you like that hard shit
Go and take pavement
See the future in my eyes, I am not raven
Money fall like leaves, we is not rakin'
Brody play with white shit he is not slavin'
Haha, ion' even think you get that
Oh, yo breaf stank? why don't you
Go grab a tic tac
Nick, knack, paddywhack, give a dog a bone
I give yo bitch a bone
While she chillin' at her home
She don't even really like you
She be fakin' when she moan
And you know that she don't like you
Boy you know that shit is raw
You need to quit it
I smoke a nigga like a cigarette
That's how I'm livin'
You niggas actin' like some kids
You some children
I'm tryna touch a bill nigga, fuck a million
Stay down till you come up, yeah, I feel it
My brother mosey on the beat
He one of the realest, for real

(Brrr) man I'm here to talk my shit man
Mosey in this bitch man
And you know it's gettin' lit man come on

PIMP, bitch she wanna fuck me
She can only fuck the team
Got a whole hunnid racks
And it's hanging out my jeans
I remember when the block was lit
Hangin' on the street
My nigga shot him in the leg
Now he walkin' with a lean
Dog walkin' niggas
I ain't got them on a leash
And I'ma pop my shit, don't pop no grease
And all my niggas finna eat
Yes I'm talkin' 'bout a feast
And I done schooled a bunch of niggas
Like what else I gotta teach
I got goons out the way
I got goons on a lick
I got goons in Seattle, gotta do what I say
And my nut looks like braces
The way she got it on her face
She started lickin' the tip
Say she like how it tastes
And it's crazy, niggas still broke
They still on food stamps
Burn a hundred dollar bill
And throw it in the trash can
I remember fuckin' bitches in the
Bathroom at the school dance
Comin' out the door and she was
Walkin' like an old man
I don't wanna pull up, do no romance
I don't wanna hit whatever you sayin'
Bitches like to get stuck on me
Like some toe jam
That shit, uh, that shit, uh, that shit, uh
Like old man ass on me shakin' like, uh, ass
On me shakin' like bitch, don't stop
Know I had to pull up on my nigga
Yeah I'm wild
I just wanna see all my niggas on top, bitch