Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Splash & Cash, artist - 67. Date of issue: 15.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |