Lil Yachty – Split / Whole Time

Sippin’ the peach soda
The niggas inside, they gon’ hide ’til the heat is over (Frrp)
Sippin’ the peach soda
The niggas inside, they gon’ hide ’til the heat is over (Frrp)
Sippin’ the peach soda
The niggas 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


Sippin’ the peach soda
The niggas 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’ bitch, 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 bitches in Budapest
Strapped with them Ks, they walk ’round wearin’ bullet 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 sex (Go)
My dick 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 bitches comin’ on the runway (On the runway)
Fuck with the feng shui (Feng shui)
Break up his back like the wood like a sensei
Fuck did that nigga say? (Fuck)
You wasn’t ’round at the gym back at Lin Lay (Beep)
Split


Yeah
Uh-huh (Too much slime, Earl, hold it on)
Yeah (Hold that shit down, nigga)
Uh-huh (I’mma see it, you gon’ see it and now he see it)
Really had a doubt
Uh-huh (Yeah)
Uh-huh (For real), uh-huh, uh-huh
Beep, look (Go)


I’m hated that much, I don’t give a damn (Go)
I used to swipe for enough to the Skype through the night
I would eat on a Grand Slam (Swipe)
Don’t be like me, I’m a meanie
Still ridin’ dirty ’round town like a millionaire (Don’t be like me)
These niggas softer than Build-A-Bear
Penthouse, still make her eat with no silverware (Shit, ayy, fuck)
I’m crackin’ this bitch like some software (Go)
I got her boyfriend on my crosshair
He talkin’ down (Pew), go to Sound
I’m in New York, need a loft here (Damn)
Bitch, I’m a motherfuckin’ boss here (Damn)
No, ain’t no niggas soft here (Fuck ’em)
My niggas down, they came from the town (Phew)
They let it off here (Slatt)
Audemars, baguette, ice me (Ice)
Why I be fuckin’ this pricey?
She wanna beat up the wifey (She was down)
I like them baguettes, all of ’em emeralds
Bend this shit, look like a icy (Ice)
Came from the school, check out the IQ
I made more guap than the IT (Yeah)


Yeah, nah, whole time niggas hold shit down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)
Yeah, whole time niggas never lied
Niggas keepin’ hundreds around (Whole time, frrt)
Yeah, home alone, nigga, run up on me, don’t like Macaulay Caulkin (Shit, shit, shit, yeah)
Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I ain’t drivin’ it (Fif-, yeah)


A lot of my choices was dumb shit
They ain’t pull up on a block and they dump shit
My niggas got red on their head
I’m red on their head, that’s some Trump shit (Brrt)
I’m swervin’, the Bourbon, the holler (Skrt)
Swervin’ the whip on some drunk shit (Swerve)
I’m not a fighter at all
But I stomp his head when even dead (Prrt, prrt, prrt)
Won’t get a foot in my conscious (Poh)
These bitches hand ’round for the contest (Bitch)
You took it way outta context (Oh)
And youngin’ gon’ blow like a Semtex (Shit, beep)
They livin’ world like some Germans (Hee)
Just how my nigga, his turn next (God)
Burn that shit down
Play with me, bitch, I’ma burn it (Burn)
Yeah (Burn), you niggas earn it (Brrt)
I’m speaking on that shit you don’t know about
Before you speak on, I’m gon’ learn that
Shit, shit, yeah (Shit)
For real, keepin’ this shit for real (Beep)
Three and a two like Shaquille (Yeah)
I don’t even know how to feel (Beep)


Yeah, nah, whole time niggas hold shit down (Frrt, frrt, hold it down)
Yeah, whole time niggas never lied
Niggas keepin’ hundreds around (Whole time, frrt)
Yeah, home alone, nigga, run up on me, don’t like Macaulay Caulkin (Shit, shit, shit, yeah)
Two-fifty for the Bentley coupe, I ain’t drivin’ it (Fif-, yeah)


Frrt, frrt (Go)
Frrt, frrt
Frrt, frrt


Split / Whole Time” is a song by Lil Yachty dropped May 26, 2020 through Quality Control Music.