Russ (SMG) - M Splash Dat Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Y2] 785k, who've you bun? We got f**ed with dodgy guns Run man down with the longest They do this ting on the net That sh** there, all be a fun Hands on my heart on my rider And my n***a CH, all my n***as we riding Come round, goo goo, what Get done up with knifings Duck man down on your mains Leave man hiding Knife in and out of his chest Knife in and out of his back that's life ting Like who've you stabbed in the ends then Like get round there to your block Man I smoke on your bredrins Get round there any time Get round there any place Who have the opps been stabbing They stabbing none of my mates Now I get round there any time, any place Come like the old school days B22s on my waist Back it out then dust They just tryna catch from the caves [Verse 2: CH] Unkown handy Grip the handle and back that Fronting my bro we got fat shanks Run to hooyo when we back that Counting cash with a blade like sinbad That ain't my barber I use that Grip the rusty and use that Abuse the blade with two hands Thick shank, move all dumb Get up close and just do man 10 block where my goons hang PBs in a throwback Foots like close, then throw that Crazy wounds for your bro that We stepped on the peddle and drove back No licence man know that Curb surfing in the 1.2 My n***a like S control that Shell it all out and go back Back to the block and get more cash [Verse 3: Russ] Get splashy splashy don't act up No blade in the can get bashed up Poke him when the bird gets captured Russ do road, do the whole atlas Straight my hand, dipping might do damage Free nut, free the whole landing Don't run, blow your whole back in Gruesome, gruesome Splash down any man broad day They try run, still got chased Head, chest, back, belly or face Not one cut, take the whole blade It weren't Russ, must've been Taze SD twin, may just CH Dip that splash, chill my wrist break [Verse 4: Taze] Me and Russ just clocked that's him Oi, get him rip off his skin Me and bro put f** off metal in him Move slow and splash the cash in your teeth 4 man through bed, man got a ting They get nicked, every man gonna sing Married to the game, every man got a ring They get gwop, every man getting chinged Snitches, I won't roll with them b**hes Stiches, lifting man up with kitchens Man soon turn the purps into pitches Them bake in the trap with riches And the bay lift and the victor Get two popped like blister I just got a call from victor Coming like hench, like mister Stredded or deaded No GBH, AM or dead it Oi, get him, go catch him, go fetch him Go, grab him, squash like melons Squash like melons