Savages [100%] lyrics

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[Intro]
Flexing done turned a n*gga savage, I swear I don't give a f*ck about sh*t now
My b*tch do everything for me, I don't even give a f*ck about my b*tch now
Got a couple labels calling my phone, so I'm 'finna hit the block with a whole brick now
Make shorty 'nem get down with the get-downs
Stand up for his homie, make his ass sit down!

[Verse 1]
Shorty I got clout, know you better watch your mouth
Cause I got a couple hitters out south
That'll pop up at a n*gga crib
And they already in
Like they got a set of keys to your house
Got a couple hoes - thick and pretty as f*ck
That'll set a n*gga up, for a little bit of nothing
And they ain't even got a problem with you f*cking
After the job done, n*ggas want they money
Real life, definition of savage
Steal a n*gga life like he had want me to have it
Your b*tch wanna' f*ck cause she not that your average designer logos be on all of my fabrics
But I'ma go crazy on all of these tracks
And her crump in her face, while she calling me back
If I don't answer, she gonna keep calling me back
Texting me like - why you never follow me back?
They keep calling me this, they keep calling me that
But I don't give a f*ck what a hater got to say about me!
They let me out on papers, got bond money on deck
So the county, won't get a day up out me
I got shorties trying to put in work for me
That's like ten, eleven years old
I never expected this, I used to give them dollars when they were like seven years old
Now they bad ass asking me for poles
They know every word to all of my songs
Unknown numbers calling my phone, I ain't trying to talk, leave me alone!
Knowing me I'm in the pole where it's cold
Really on the road somewhere doing shows!
You can catch me on the mag with the moes
Posted on Sunnyside with some hoes
But I'm on Lawrence Ave, where them folks be at
Why you looking for me? Hoe you know where we at!
Not from over there, but you over there, don't got caught somewhere, you ain't supposed to be at!
If you hanging with them, we gonna let it be that
Why you taking pictures where you never be that?
Gotta keep that b*tch on us, wherever we at
If you scared go to church where the reverend be at!

[Hook]
And I ain't scared, n*gga
How I be lacking if I ain't dead, n*gga?
I'll put a quarter pound on your head, n*gga
Watch shorty smoke it off with his friends, n*gga
One so dead n*gga
I'm the man, n*gga
I can't stand n*ggas
I used to do the hits, now I'm paying n*ggas
60-30 I got caught again
But I keep that b*tch on me just cause I can
And I ain't scared, n*gga
How I be lacking if I ain't dead, n*gga?
I'll put a quarter pound on your head, n*gga
Watch shorty smoke it off with his friends, n*gga
One so dead n*gga
I'm the man, n*gga
I can't stand n*ggas
I used to do the hits, now I'm paying n*ggas
60-30 I got caught again
But I keep that b*tch on me just cause I can


[Verse 2]
f*ck a friend, I keep Spazz with me
Cause I know my little brother gonna blast with me
If you want he'll go get on your ass for me
Keep me gun, and some weed, and some cash with me
f*ck a b*tch n*gga, and his b*tch n*gga
Gino wet him up, he address n*ggas
Tried to set me up, but you missed n*gga
I'm from the pole where it's colder than "Briss", n*gga!
It's "The f*cking Guys," in my f*cking eyes
Be this way till the day I go f*cking blind
Gotta couple forties, gotta couple nines
Gave 'em to my shorties
Show 'em where to find all the ops at
Pop that, never mind where the cops at?
My gat it'll knock a n*gga block back
f*ck that, y'all know where the thots at?
You gon' f*ck around wit them f*ck arounds
You gon' f*ck around and get f*cked around
Keep the thirties I just need a couple rounds
Head shots got a n*gga ducking down
Red dots got a n*gga shook
Face shots make a n*gga look
I be going hard, got these n*ggas hooks
Spitting only bars like a n*gga book
Me and B-U Double riding in a foreign flying past n*ggas that act like we don't know 'em
They say we won't make it, broski, we gonna show up on they ass, n*ggas ain't got nothing for 'em
I'lThey say when I come throughl be with something that'll cook a n*gga like I'm George Forman
Nina Sarafina that's my little b*tch
She'll do your whole clique
I keep that b*tch horny, ah!

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