Split Decision ft. Poodie Racks, Original Ecstasy, Murda1 & Clippa Lyrics

Donovan, you made this

Pour pints like I'm sickly, baby Reach out if you miss me, baby

St. Laurent sprayed on my collar I smell good, then kiss me, baby

Laid back, but I'm really crazy, get to trippin

Two, three, brody Shoot like Jordan, Pass like Scottie Pippen

Bands all in my pocket, uh Pants carry switches, uh

Catch his ass at the gym Do a lap around Planet Fitness

Ever since bro got convicted We made sure really no witness, uh

Up and hit his brain Bro has made a split decision, uh

Made a split decision, said I'm finna go and hit it

This is off the dome, nigga, I'ma take your spirit

Never, give a fuck, it's when I'm rappin', I'ma clear it

Fuckin' with me, cool it's guaranteed that you hilarious

Yes, I'm on the top just like a carpet, Aladdin

I had a shawty with a fat ass, know, I'm a tap it

Fuckin' with me, that was cool, tell her bend over, grab it

You know I'm a smack it, nigga, ain't no crackin

I ain't talkin' bout Addict, cut

I was down bad about a week ago

Lil' bitch wanna suck me up, yeah, that's a freaky hoe

Ten bitches all up on my dick, they call me Gigolo

Yeah, I touch green, nigga, call me Piccolo

Couldn't find that body in the river, that's a riddle hoe

Bitch, I'm back at it

Y'all spittin' all this shit just like crack addict

Bitch, I'm on my mode, no, I been havin

Been had racks, bitch, we been packin

Yeah, you talkin' to that shit, we get you gone

Yeah, we walk up in your crib, home alone

Yeah, I call your bitch, yeah, she at my phone

Huh, know what I mean, nigga, yeah, she get that tone

Shit, bust a Moncler to get my mind cleared

Huh, how you talkin' shit, you don't got no bands

Yeah, we packin' shit, we ridin' around in vans

Yeah, I touch your bitch, yeah, she fuckin

Yeah, I'm back, I got real shots

Huh, what you talkin' bout

Blitz, this shit like quarterback

Runnin' up my money like a running back

Walkin' on these beats, you know you hear my tag

Jumpin' to conclusions where I get the bag

Yeah, that's a split decision

I know these niggas would not like to work in my position

Yeah, I'm a rapper, but I move like I got opposition

Never gettin' no sleep, cause I be grindin

Yeah, I want the mil, yeah girls only live for the thrill

Always spark up, never feel okay

Chillin' with my nigga like Denzel did on bro Training Day

Promise you if I the Durango

And the cops behind, then this a getaway

And I let y'all niggas hate, cause I know y'all ain't gettin' pape, uh

Cut the lights off, I'm in my zone

I know they like it how I got sauce

And I was really on her body when I got sauce

Lil' bro with the shorty and she got caught with her top off

Couldn't even get his rocks off

Mally, look