Split/Whole Time

Sippin' the peach soda

The *****s inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (Frrp)

Sippin' the peach soda

The *****s inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (Frrp)

Sippin' the peach soda

The *****s inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over

I'ma rap 'til the beat is over

Two Chanel bags, the same price as my mink sofa

And I move like the king cobra

Slimin' them out, dawg, I didn't have to think it over

(Earl on the beat)

Frrp

[Verse 1]

Sippin' the peach soda

The *****s inside, they gon' hide 'til the heat is over (Uh)

I'ma rap 'til the beat is over (Uh)

Two Chanel bags, the same price as my mink sofa (Go)

And I move like the king cobra (Go)

Slimin' them out, dawg, I didn't have to think it over (Slatt)

This lil' *****, I'ma bend her over

After I'm done, call the gang, I'ma send her over (Gang)

I'm in tune with the UPS (Yeah)

Waitin' on packages, KPreme gon' do the rest

Got some ******* in Budapest

Strapped with them Ks, they walk around wearin' ****** vests (Ooh, frrp)

I need you to do more but speak less

Youngins gon' open, uh

Youngins gon' open 'em up like some Mucinex (Go)

Give me top, baby, keep the s*x (Go)

My d*ck get bigger when I see a money check

Used to didn't have a hundred bands (Beep)

Now I'm outside with the gang doin' the money dance

I'm in rush hour, roadrunnin' (Mm)

I'm in rush hour, roadrunnin' like Jackie Chan

My big brother was beatin' pans (Beat it)

Lil' brother psyched out, he might go shoot your mans (Buh, buh, beep)

Sunday through Sunday (Sunday)

I got them *****es comin' on the runway (On the runway)

F*ck with the feng shui (F*uck with)

Break a ***** back like the wood with a sensei

F*ck did that ***** say? (F*ck 'em)

You wasn't 'round at the gym back at Lindley

(Beep) Split

[Part II: Whole Time]

[Intro]

Yeah

Uh-huh (Told my slime, Earl, hold it, uh)

Yeah (Hold that sh*t down, *****, I'ma see it)

Uh-huh (You gon' see it and now he see it)

(Really held it down)

Uh-huh (Feel me?)

Uh-huh (For real), uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 2]

Beep, look (Go)

I'm hated the most, I don't give a damn (Go)

I used to swipe, finesse through the Skype

Through the night, I would eat on the Grand Slam (Swipe)

Don't be like me, I'm a millionaire

Still ridin' dirty 'round town like Chamillionaire (Don't be like me, woo)

These *****s softer than Build-A-Bear

Penthouse, then make her eat with no silverware (Shit, ayy, f*ck, for real)

I'm crackin' this ***** like some software (Go)

I got her boyfriend on my crosshair

He talkin' down (Phew), go the sound

I'm in New York, need a loft here (Damn)

*****, I'm a motherf*ckin' boss here (Damn)

No, ain't no ***** soft here (**** 'em)

My *****s down, they came from the town (Phew)

They let it off here (Slatt)

Audemars Piguet, ice me (Ice)

Where I be f*ckin' this Pisces?

She wanna beat up the wifey (She was down)

I like the Piguets, I like these emeralds

Damn, them sh*ts look like a icy (Ice)

Different in school, check out the IQ

I made more guap than the IT (Sh*t, yeah)

[Chorus]

Nah, whole time *****s hold sh*t down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)

Yeah, whole time *****s never lied, *****s keep a hundred rounds (Whole time, frrt)

Yeah, home alone, ***** run up on me, do 'em like Macaulay Caulkin (Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, yeah)

Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I ain't drivin', leave it parkin' (Fif')

[Verse 3]

Lot of my choices was dumb sh*t

Gang pull up on the block and they dump sh*t

My *****s got red on their head

Red on their head on some Trump sh*t (Brrt)

I'm swervin' the 'Burban down Highland (Skrrt)

Swervin' the whip on some drunk sh*t (Swerve)

I'm not a fighter at all

But I stomp his head, wanted him dead (Prrt, prrt, prrt)

Won't get a foot in my conscience (Poh)

These *****es hang 'round for the content (*****)

It took me way outta context (Oh)

My youngin' gon' blow like a Semtex (Shit, beep)

Ill everywhere like some Germ-X (Yee)

Just tell my ***** his turn next (God)

Burn that sh*t down

Don't play with me, *****, I'ma burn up (Burn)

Yeah (Burn), young ***** earn that (Brrt)

Don't speak on no shit you don't know about

Before you speak on it, go learn that

Sh*t, sh*t, yeah (Sh*t)

For real, keepin' this shit for real (Beep)

Three in the two like Shaquille (Yeah)

I don't even know how to feel (Beep)

[Chorus]

Nah, whole time *****s hold shit down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)

Yeah, whole time *****s never lied, *****s keep a hundreds rounds (Whole time, frrt)

Yeah, home alone, ***** run up on me, do 'em like Macaulay Caulkin (Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, yeah)

Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I ain't drive it, leave it parkin' (Fif')

[Outro]

Frrt, frrt (Go)

Frrt, frrt

Frrt, frrt