Splurge Margiela Lyrics


Margiela by Splurge

[Intro]
Six7 on the beat
Uh, go
Uh, uh, go
Double S shit
Glen Boy, go

[Verse]
Yeah, run with that sack, better tackle that bitch
I keep a Glockie all in my jacket and shit
I sip on Wock, they got rid of that Actavis shit
I don't like watches, but I might throw a stack on my wrist
Hit the strip club, throw a stack on a bitch
Icy Glen Baby, chain Johnny Dang on the back of that bitch
Yeah, I got racks on the list
Got caught with the stick and he turned to a snitch
Rose gold VVS ring on my fist
Get punched in your face if you try to take this
Up a Glock to his face like, "Here, take this"
These Raf Simons, ho, I don't wear Asics
Glen Baby 2, shit
They call us top tier 'cause we shoot shit
What I got in my ear cost a new whip
No respect for that ho 'cause she do dicks
Yeah, these niggas broke and they funny
Yeah, me and my bitch got that money (Ha)
Bring out them racks then take 'em to Johnny
Hit me, get back, now my neck lookin' sunny
I smoke a spliff 'cause you know how I'm comin'
Niggas don't play 'cause they know how I does it
Niggas don't play 'cause they know how I bust it (Yeah)
Fuck all that shit, we gon' shoot it in public
Fuck all that shit, nigga, just drop the addy
All of my niggas grew up with no daddy (Ha)
Turn off the lights, diamonds hit you like Manny (Yeah)
Come to the show in the back of the Phantom
Fuck nigga play, I'ma send shooters at him (Bow)
I'm with the slimes and I bet they gon' tag him
I'm with that smoke, I be ready to battle
Whole lot of dope in the foreign, no cattle
Hit from the back, make it jiggle like Jello
I got Margiela, Margiela, Margiela
Whole lot of weed in this bitch, I don't sell it
Pull out the Glock, let it spray like repellent
I started this shit, nigga, give me my credit
Four-five bullets on me, no pellets
Whole lot of green on me, no lettuce
I do this shit with no effort, they jealous
Just called the doctor, bring out the medicine
Five-star restaurant, I'm showin' elegance
Me and my bitch eat Percs like vegetables
Nigga touch me, turn his ass to a vegetable
Came out the mud, now I'm all at the festivals
Came from the Metros, we goin' federal
Can't get no money, so, boy, what you really do?
Double S-G, I send 'em, go finish you

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