Split Decision Pt 1

[Intro: Spice Girls]
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!), I wanna (Hey!)

[Verse 1: Yung Boi Rob]
Brand new Glock with a thirty clip, hangin' out that bitch nigga
I don't really even like to talk my shit nigga, but yeah I'm lit nigga
Gang scrapin' out the pot, it ain't grits nigga
Yellow diamonds on my chain, look like piss nigga
C.T.M., hitmakin'
Oh that's yo bitch Lil nigga, now yo bitch takin'
Break, now yo bitch breakin'
Everything I say, yeah its facts I don't like fakin'
Oh you like that hard shit, go and take pavement
See the future in my eyes, I am not raven
Money fall like leaves, we is not rakin'
Brody play with white shit he is not slavin'
Haha, ion' even think you get that
Oh, yo breaf stank? why don't you go grab a tic tac
Nick, knack, paddywhack, give a dog a bone
I give yo bitch a bone, while she chillin' at her home
She don't even really like you, she be fakin' when she moan
And you know that she don't like you, boy you know that shit is raw
You need to quit it
I smoke a nigga like a cigarette, that's how I'm livin'
You niggas actin' like some kids, you some children
I'm tryna touch a bill nigga, fuck a million
Stay down till you come up, yeah, I feel it
My brother mosey on the beat, he one of the realest, for real

[Bridge: Lil Mosey]
(Brrr)
Man I'm here to talk my shit man
Mosey in this bitch man
And you know it's gettin' lit man
Come on

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
P.I.M.P, bitch she wanna fuck me, she can only fuck the team
Got a whole hunnid racks, and it's hanging out my jeans
I remember when the block was lit, hangin' on the street
My nigga shot him in the leg, now he walkin' with a lean
Dog walkin' niggas, I ain't got them on a leash
And I'ma pop my shit, don't pop no grease
And all my niggas finna eat, yes I'm talkin' 'bout a feast
And I done schooled a bunch of niggas, like what else I gotta teach
I got goons out the way, I got goons on a lick
I got goons in Seattle, gotta do what I say
And my nut looks like braces, the way she got it on her face
She started lickin' the tip, say she like how it tastes
And it's crazy, niggas still broke, they still on food stamps
Burn a hundred dollar bill, and throw it in the trash can
I remember fuckin' bitches in the bathroom at the school dance
Comin' out the door and she was walkin' like an old man
I don't wanna pull up, do no romance
I don't wanna hit whatever you sayin'
Bitches like to get stuck on me, like some toe jam
That shit, uh, that shit, uh, that shit, uh, like old man
Ass on me shakin' like, uh, ass on me shakin' like bitch, don't stop
Know I had to pull up on my nigga, yeah I'm wild
I just wanna see all my niggas on top, bitch