Lyrics Splash & Cash - 67, Harlem Spartans

Splash & Cash

Tryna splash man down, leave them chalky
Got kits on the brick phone, them man there just horny
Ty in the box, he’s caged up like the nine-tailed fox
Might chop up the rocks, SA splash up the opp
They say Harlem’s washed
Neeks, neeks, turn to liars, and turning my target soft
Then next day dash back
Ride over there tryna pree new blocks
See the Scooby Coo crew just running
K on the K you niggas are buzzing
From Harlem boo
Kuku from BY too
Make p’s and greazy tunes
Get smoke we buy them Loubs
Move to then splash them yutes
Kuku from BY too
Make p’s and greazy tunes
Get smoke we buy them Loubs
Move to then splash them yutes
.44s in a 4 door
Or pedal bike with that bruck back
Latex or leathers on, no evidence when I bust dat
125 PCX or dinger 5 door hatchback
Jumpoff gang hanging out, you know any way we’ll slap dat
Fuck the opps, scoreboard is great
Ten toes on any estate
Fuck the opps they sing like Drake
Hammers out on any estate
Cheff man live on the mains
Couldn’t give a toss if we did it bait
Free Kizz locked in the cage
For some violence and serving kway
Two dot, dots on the ride
Tryna get man down you know we don’t play
Little man love chattin' loads
But he got cheffed by me and Rage
Pussy nigga put his hands up When S Sav backed out his blade
Don’t leave your Gs when you’re in the field
Would’ve held it too but you’re a fucking snakes
One man army, my tools are violent
Catch you in the back road sliding
60 or HS fried him
Opps giving all this verbal
Nuff of your bros we knifed in 6, 4, 5th no ticks
You can’t tell me bout grinding
Let’s lurk, let’s lurk, let’s lurk
Got beef and I’m frying em I was in the trap with Stacey Slater
And a bit of B Splash a couple of opps that’s me, ST Hit you up then skeet (skeet!)
Caught my man and he ran
Splash man down then leave
It’s Samurai Jack, Mizzy, Mizzy or Mac
HS on deck, no meds, YS bake off with yak
Friends in the can but I still step with HS that’s men in black
Who’s on who?
On M?
Sn, no remorse for your batch
Add a K and two more K’s see KuKu yutes in black
Badman scream gang
Gang till its real when your bredrin ran
Spartan gang, violate gang then you must be mad
Why do you think we call Nagz Max mad?
Bore up your bredrins hat
My flats called Harlem darling
Cos the place full of cats
Feds go ham
Smarkz, Ty, Loose, Sav
I got onefor my back
We demonically gassed
Majority are all Dads
Man, don’t forget where you hang
Fam, add the K’s and get grabbed
Harlem tings, Spartan ish
Splash splash and get cash
Splash splash and get cash
Splash splash and get cash
Splash splash and get cash
Caught my man and he ran
Move to then splash dem yutes
Splash splash and get cash
Splash splash get cash
Fam the k’s and get grabbed
Move to then splash them yutes
Spartan ish, splash splash and get cash