Photo Copied lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, you lucky

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm on savage time n*gga
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied

[Verse 1]
Once I adapted I got more options
I told her no, that b*tch she told me, "Yeah, Zaddy"
Man she, tryna get at me
Hoe you telling they business so tacky
We don't wanna cuddle with none of you b*tches
We don't wanna hustle with none of you n*ggas
Uh, I'm cool on them, don't even dap them n*ggas
Uh, I was in the trap they tried to trap a n*gga
I pull up in that new Maybach and they wave
These n*ggas won't show no deuces they got hoe ways
I walk inside the club and they wave
I put headshots and more hits out on my enemies

[Pre-Chorus]
I got love for all my n*ggas who got love for me
I got bloods, crips, and GDs in my family tree
And where ever I go them vice lords with me
You don't want no static we just got these things established
Bobble head b*tches, they get smashed automatic
Your baby-momma outta pocket knowing I'm a savage
I told you I'ma give you that dope
I told you I'ma give you that dope
You n*ggas don't exist we eat filet mignon
Go brazy with your b*tch she try to stay the night
The first thing in the AM send her on a flight
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm on savage time n*gga
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied

[Verse 2]
I passed her off like, "Ooh, b*tch, I'm him"
I'm seein' the way she actin' on the 'Gram
You misrepresenting who I am
Oh, hold up
That photoshop making me nervous
I told you that's making me nervous
I know you ain't saving that pus*y
You let somebody play in that pus*y
And it's oh, it’s okay though

[Pre-Chorus]
I got love for all my n*ggas who got love for me
I got Bloods, Crips, and GDs in my family tree
And wherever I go them Vice Lords with me
You don't want no static we just got these things established
Bobble head b*tches, they get smashed automatic
Your baby-momma outta pocket knowing I'ma savage
I told you I'ma give you that dope
I told you I'ma give you that dope
You n*ggas don't exist we eat filet mignon
Go brazy with your b*tch she try to stay the night
The first thing in the AM send her on a flight
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm on savage time n*gga
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied