Big Splurge - Brodinski, Splurge

I’ll spend a band

I’ll give my shooter ten

He gon hope out that Benz

Get yo ass in the blend

I ain’t got time to play we’ll knock off your friends

Let a nigga try to play we’ll knock off his hands

Nah, I ain’t the one to play with

Seen you up high, tell me if you seen the spaceship

Spend right now it ain’t shit to take a day trip

Bully got the racks get you killed for some paper

Remember I got caught, in Solo

40 Glock with a dick, no homo

I’m in Dallas with the nine, no Romo

I don’t like to waste time, cause we loco

Fuck all that talking let’s do it right now

Got a suppressor it ain’t making no sound

Catch you under pressure and we’ll lay your ass down

We’ll shoot a nigga then skip out of town

You pussy in real life, all the rap shit that you doing got you real hype

Super Savage Gang, Double SG and take ya life

Kidnap ya kids, take the racks, then Dump your wife

I don’t beef with niggas on the net

Make his face ugly, we gon hit him with a TEC

Gotta baseball bat like I’m playing for the Mets

Shooters on guard all you finna see is red

Take a 223, aim it ya head

Catch you while you sleep leave you dead in the bed

They ain’t call my phone but if they did we going Fed

I don’t like to cap rap but I can’t rap what I did

Gotta watch how I move cause I’ll rap what I live

Take his body then drop him down by the river

Still fuck 12, we don’t fuck with no pigs

Let a nigga play, put a hole in his liver

Hell nah I ain’t put a hook on this

Pull up on your block, I don’t know about a diss

Block a bad bitch let that hoe give you a kiss

It’s a whole lot of pints getting remixed

I don’t know what y’all doing I’m just getting to the bag

I don’t if y’all shooting I’ll do a nigga bad

It’s a whole lot of niggas man ran off with the swag

We’ll Leave your brains on your lap and you Jag

Let me know what it is, we’ll pull up kill your dad

Double SG rank one Taliban

All of these choppers from Afghanistan

How much you spent on them shoes?

‘Bout a band

How much you spent on some guns?

Lot of band

Christian Dior’s know I bought them in France

I’m with young niggas that clap you like hands

I’m with young niggas that’ll jack all ya mans

Shooters go dumb on the roof with it

Hang out the roof of the coop with it

Shooting all three’s, I don’t hoop nigga

You ain’t gang Imma keep you out the loop nigga

Yeah, gotta be gang

If you ain’t then Imma keep you out the loop, you feel me?

You gotta be on that shit for real though

Everybody be acting nowadays, like, just be real.

Be yourself