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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Savage Ga$p
Savage Ga$p
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gaspare Magaddino
Gaspare Magaddino
Songwriter
Marcel Bauer
Marcel Bauer
Songwriter
Ryan Mitchel Chassels
Ryan Mitchel Chassels
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
polearm
polearm
Mixing Engineer
93FEETOFSMOKE
93FEETOFSMOKE
Producer

Letras

Gasper, what the hell you doin'? I just had to do it on my own shit I just had to do her on some cold shit I just got these bitches in my cold crib Know you see me lookin' like a ghost, bitch Ayy, like a ghost, bitch I just seen 'em lookin' when I rode in Ayy, on some ho shit I just hit it once and then a ho dipped Young Jack in a bad ho I been in the cut, lookin' spooky in a black coat And she fuckin' with my tats though I don't know her name, but I just know I'm finna clap though, ayy Look, don't know her I'm just finna glow, October Ayy, don't know her Boy, I'm finna glow, October Look, and I been gettin' bands, no Green Day I been fuckin' geeked off a bean for a week straight Gas, 93, hit a team play Catch me in a graveyard, posted where the fiends stay, look Ayy, and I'm up in her guts, no dessert, uh Got these bitches jumpin' out they T-shirt, uh And I just got a chain for my bro And I'm finna get my own, but my brothers gotta eat first Look, and I don't text hoes I'm just in their mouth like strep throat And I don't even really wanna feel it Shinigami told me, "Kill 'em" I said, "Let me grab my death note" Ayy, don't know her Boy, I'm finna glow, October Look, don't know her Boy, I'm finna glow, October What the hell you smokin' on? You actin' like a bitch Freddie Dredd is runnin' up on you with double clips I don't even need to look, I'll close my damn eyes What the fuck I'm shootin' at? Oh, it's the blue sky I'ma aim it anyway, fuck if you die No bitch, why are you assuming I am high? I am not high, bitch, I'm a bad guy Let me go to work, bitch, tie my damn tie I'ma step all over the dead Smoke a pack, forgot to give a fuck what you said Flyin' coast to coast to give a fuck with the bread Don't step too close to the fucking Fred I'm too buck, I'm too strapped up Bitches wanna fuck, like, can I spare another nut? All these hoes, these bitches wanna know "Hey man, Freddie, where did you get your flow?"
Writer(s): Gaspare Magaddino Iv, Mark Andrew Taylor, Ryan Chassels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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