Split/Whole Time Lyrics - Lil Yachty | A1lyrics

Split/Whole Time Lyrics - Lil Yachty: Presenting the lyrics of the sing "Split/Whole Time" sung by Lil Yachty.

Split/Whole Time Lyrics - Lil Yachty

Sipping the peach soda
The niggas inside they gone hide till the heat is over 
Sipping the peach soda
The niggas inside they gone hide till the heat is over 
Sipping the peach soda
The niggas inside they gone hide till the heat is over 
Imma ride till the beat is over 
Two chanel bags, same price as my mink sofa 
And I move like the King Cobra
Sliming them out dog I didn’t have to think it over 

Sipping the peach soda
The niggas inside they gone hide till the heat is over 
Imma ride till the beat is over 
Two chanel bags, same price as my mink sofa 
And I move like the King Cobra
Sliming them out dog I didn’t have to think it over 
This lil bitch imma bend her over 
After I’m done called the gang, Imma send her over 
Im in tune with the UPS 
Waiting on packages, Kp gone do the rest 
Got some bitches in budapest 
Strapped with them K’s, they walk around wearing bullet vests

(OOUU) (FRRR)

I need you to do more, but speak less 
Youngins gone open (uh)
Young’s gone open them up like some mucinex 
Gimme top baby keep the sex 
My dick get bigger when I see a money check 
Used to didn’t have 100 bands 
Now I’m outside with the gang doing the money dance 
Imma rush hour road runner 
Imma rush hour road runner, like Jackie Chan
My big brother was beatings pans
Lil brother psyched out, he might go shoot your mans 

Sunday through sunday 
I got them bitches coming in on the runway
Fuck with the fengshui 
Break a bitch back like the wood with a sensei 
Fold it up Nisei
You wasn’t round at the gym back at Lin Lay

(Split)

Look
I’m hated the most, I don’t give a damn 
I used to swipe for nun through the Skype 
Through the night i would eat on the grand slam
Don’t be like me Imma meanie 
Still ridin dirty round town like a millionaire 
These niggas softer than Build-A-Bear 
Penthouse then make her eat with no silverware

Im crackin this bitch like some software 
I got her boyfriend on my crosshair 
He talking down, phewww go the sound 
I’m in New York, need a loft here 
Bitch Imma muhfuckin boss here 
No, aint no nigga soft here 
My niggas down, they came from the town 
Pheew, they let it off here 
Audemar Piguet, Ice me 
Where I be fuckin this Pisces 
She wanna beat up a wifey 
I like the Piguets, I like the emeralds 
Damn them shits look like a Icey 
If I’m school check out the IQ 
I make more guap then an IT 

Shit, nah, whole time niggas hold shit down 
Yea, whole time niggas never lie
niggas keep a hundred rounds 
Yea, home alone nigga run up on me do them like Macaulay Culkin 
250 for the Bentley Coup I aint driving it yet 
Lot of my choices, dumb shit 
Cant pull up on the block on that dumb shit 
My niggas got red on they head 
Red on they head on some Trump shit 
Im swerving the bourbon down highland 
Swerving the whip on some drunk shit 
Im not a fighter at all 
But I stomp his head, wanted him dead 
Wont get offended my conscience 
These bitches hang round for the content 
It took me way out of context 
And youngin go blow like a suntext 
Live everywhere like some germex
Just tell my nigga his turn next 

Burn that shit down, (plooom)
Bitch I’m a burnup
Yall gotta earn that
Don’t speak on no shit you don’t know about 
Before you speak on it go learn that 
Fareal, keeping that shit fareal
Three own them two I should kill
Ion even know how to feel 

Nah, whole time niggas hold shit down 
Yea, whole time niggas never lie
niggas keep a hundred rounds 
Yea, home alone nigga run up on me do them like Macaulay Culkin 
250 for the Bentley Coup I aint driving leave it park it 


Split/Whole Time Lyrics - Lil Yachty

Lil Yachty - Split/Whole Time Song details

Song: Split/Whole Time
Singer: Lil Yachty

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