save dat sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Yow (Babybeel), I get high, yo
Yuh, these n*ggas fake (Brr)
These hoes is fake (Babybeel)
Yuh, this ho do a line, then she tell me everything that she hate
She sings every line to my song, 'cause she know she can't hate

[Verse]
Had to say sorry to my mom for all the drugs that I take
Bih, I f*cked up off pills and the drank (Bi')
Cannot hear sh*t that you sayin' (Bi')
Me and twin hop out, sprayin' sh*t
I can't have no main bi', I don't want no fame, bi'
I'm like "f*ck the fame bi' ", in my hood, I'm sanctioned
M241 sanctioned, M149 sanctioned
Them shootas do not say sh*t
In the trap, I'm famous, yo' ho see me, shе fainted
Can't have my heart, its taintеd, she want love, told her "Save that sh*t"

[Chorus]
(Save that sh*t) Save that sh*t, huh
(Save that sh*t) Save that sh*t (Save that sh*t)
That ho wants some love, and I told her save that sh*t (Save that sh*t)
Yeah, she wants some love and I told her "Save that sh*t", yo
I step on the stage and I told 'em, "Play that sh*t", yeah
I get on the stage and I told 'em, "Play that sh*t" (Play that sh*t)
I step on the stage and I told 'em, "Play that sh*t", yow
Run that sh*t (Yo), huh, run yo' sh*t, yo
Finesse cult, b*tch, like, run yo' sh*t, yo
[Bridge]
And I think I need a ambulance, I'm bleeding out on my desk
I don't need no medicine, I take the hand out, I'm not stressed
I take a hand out, I'm not—, yow
I'm not sick no more, 'till I saw her post

[Verse 2]
Now I'm getting throat, get off mic', might f*ck this ho
Tell my bros what I'm on, this hoes trippin' in my phone
Tell the ho, "Get out my phone", you not listening and I don't have time
b*tch, trust me, I'd rather get fried (Yeah), b*tch, I'd rather get fried
This b*tch is living a lie, so she get kicked out the ride
I'm on the ride with two studs, you know that I'm clutching that nine
Yo bi' say, "yuke is the best", so she givin' them cheeks and all of her time
You really went after that smut after me, yeah, that sh*t had me cryin'
I'm smoking green's like a f*cking athlete, you know what the f*ck goin' on
b*tch, I make bread like a athlete, but I don't play no sports
With that '223, I'm shootin greens, I'm shootin from full court
Told 'em come backstage and beat that n*gga up if you come to my tour

[Outro]
Misery tour, to yo' b*tch house, she told me, don't pull out
Misery tour, straight to yo' trap, pull up with gang, we catching hats
We double back, we spin again
Smoking from the black then shoot at yo' town
Smell all the rats we shootin' at now
Call all my haters, like, "Where were you when?"
Yeah, call all my haters like, "Where were you when?"
Call all my haters, like— (Yeah)
Call all my haters, like, "Where were you when?"
Yow