Lyrics

I'm a young shot-caller, hit placer Bad bitch taker, AK-slangin'-ass gangster White flags, nigga, we don't hang 'em Two gun gang, twin Glocks, nigga, I'm flamin' Shoulda been a teacher how I get you white chalk Loyal to the gang, I can never get bought Stay up out the streets, you need to use the sidewalk Bitches clout-chasing, I can't fuck a bitch raw Rappin' all that rah-rah, nigga got robbed I can see right through you, pussy boy, you not hard When the gang slide, everybody get scarred Slumped over, police thought that nigga popped a bar We don't type on keyboards, we shoot choppas Ask around the city, deuces, I ain't never copped 'em Savage way too solid, I don't lie and I don't gossip Came from the gutter, now all the bad bitches top me Bought a new coupe and the top saying, "Drop me" Dissing me, you better off just saying, "Savage, drop me" Way too authentic, pussy boys can't copy Knife tatted in his face, that mean he got a body Two bad bitches doing the 69, free Shotti Show my Richard Mill, I don't gotta show my ID Nigga wrote a statement and he picked you out a ID We ain't stopping 'til your whole gang on a IV (Hey) 'Fore I take a nap (Nap) 'fore I go to sleep (Sleep) Count a hunnid racks while I'm praying on my knees (Racks) Choppa with the 50, wicker make the bitch breathe (Wick) Never snitching, never switching, nigga, nigga please (Never) Throwin' up the G's, throwing up a couple P's (G) Ain't going outside, nigga, you don't read? (Who?) Everybody having paper, ain't nobody greedy (Greedy) Thotties in the room, I deny 'em, they cannot eat me (Deny 'em) I keep talking 'bout 'em 'cause I'm missing Pistol P's (Pistol P) Need you on my shoulder, you a angel, watch the demons (Watch it) Throw him in the pit, he screamin' "Ah" for hyenas (Ah) Shoulda thought about it, watch your mouth when you see me (Watch your mouth) Please don't talk, send them shooters out, pop, beamin' (Baow) We ain't tuckin' chains, we got too much Aquafina (Ice) You can't come up in my trap, at the door, you get a screenin' (Nah) When the money involved, it summon all the heathens (Ooh)
Writer(s): Yll Grym Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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