Colour Splash

Garn pack that colour and splash Doin it smoothly Gotta pick up the gang or booty A man get round tryna see one cutie Dont chill widda man do dash Bag that stash so I ain't too moody These times no picky n choosey I'll do what I want till a man come do Me Garn pack that colour and splash Bluuwuu Doin it smoothly Gotta pick up the gang or booty A man get round tryna see one cutie Dont chill widda man do dash Bag that stash so I ain't too moody These times no picky n choosey I'll do what I want till a man come do Me Still I role safe so I beg don't try Pack that colour go ghostin yutes got Time Hella man got bye Still bark widda dog like buster sip Some sprite tryna write dem rhymes But uno that I am a mennis run like Dennis A man got fried Tecs still tryna air dat bine Mans still swinging it round like mj Ping it Flinging a yute one sk Fling it Doing it bait on the astate Wrap it Loosing the weight mans gym day See the gym bag full to the brim If unzips that then it's gettin all long See the public thought I was strong But the gangdem know imma prove Them wrong I'll you a unforgettable time Widda mash bro slappin it twice And I ain't got nuin to say bye bye Raise one hand in the air like high Now bring it low tryna catch one Whine Sturdy A mans too fly Bringing it back don't ask man why Shit bro Bag that shit in the back Know big man sit in the front Know bad man catching a cab So if he pop that door then it's Getting all long Shit bro Bag that shit in the back Know big man sit in the front Know bad man catching a cab So if he pop that door then it's Getting all long Garn pack that colour and splash Doin it smoothly Gotta pick up the gang or booty A man get round tryna see one cutie Dont chill widda man do dash Bag that stash so I ain't too moody These times no picky n choosey I'll do what I want till a man come do Me Garn pack that colour and splash Bluuwuu Doin it smoothly Gotta pick up the gang or booty A man get round tryna see one cutie Dont chill widda man do dash Bag that stash so I ain't too moody These times no picky n choosey I'll do what I want till a man come do Me Two on the floor not one in his hand Cah the ting too big can't fit in the Car Three in the back tryna fly bine man Bro clocked that shit n we all said rah Four doors up or 5 widda boot If ya count that shit then your chattin Up blah Six little sticks tryna hit them pricks But mun I don't get how they run so Far I'm tryna get close till I'm up mans Arse Several times we seen that cast Ate hella food so a man feels sick True say bro said I ain't that smart Nine times bro done it well for the Set He rang that neck like Homa did Bart Man aim for the chest Gyal aim for the heart Mans making it up on the heartbreak Chart Garn pack that colour and splash Doin it smoothly Gotta pick up the gang or booty A man get round tryna see one cutie Dont chill widda man do dash Bag that stash so I ain't too moody These times no picky n choosey I'll do what I want till a man come do Me