Savage Mode lyrics

[Intro]
Mama, Zachary making beats again
Two4
My n*gga Two4 the goat, these other n*ggas basic

[Verse]
That b*tch wanna set me up, she mad that I don't f*ck with her
But if she ever sent me, AR-15 just gon' f*ck her up
No, I don't give two f*cks, n*gga, I got blue bucks
Shot him in his sh*t since his pus*y ass bootin' up
I'm a young, fly n*gga, f*ck throwin' my shoes on
My shooters be on standby, I wish a n*gga move wrong
AR with no stock and no kick, that b*tch two tone
Spot a opp and pop his ass, these choppa bullets too long
I'm smoking gas, this ZaZa pack is too strong
Might run off in yo' sh*t, we gon' home invade when you home
Got me a b*tch, first I f*ck her then I move on
[?] hit a stain so after sex, ho, put your shoes on
Beat a n*gga block like a drum with the seven-six
To this b*tch, knock out yo' lungs
We gon' come and get you, b*tch, we jugg sh*t for fun
Run up on him with the K and put that b*tch on his tongue, gang
These n*ggas, they be lame, they diss me for the fame
n*ggas really out here dying 'cause they speaking on the gang
I advise to shut the f*ck up, b*tch and stay off in your lane
Fool, your head be on the wheel and paramedics find your brain
Had to fingerf*ck the chopper, that's why all them bullets came
Pull up on a n*gga block, I bet his shirt gon' have a stain
If I'm hoppin' out the car, I bet I let this AR sang
Run it down, know what the name
Throw them nade and f*ck your Range
Now his goofy ass dead, he got hit all in the brain
Got my di*k off in her stomach, yeah, she already came
Shots fired, boom, boom, yeah, they hit his mains
Man, these n*ggas ain't drillin', we the real GetBackGang
All these rookie ass rappers tryna rap like me
But they ain't never stood behind a heater and clapped like me
I'm a prodigy, you're pus*y, boy, it ain't that hard to see
These b*tches jockin' me on Instagram, boy, yo' ho follow me
There ain't no stoppin' me, these n*ggas, they love pocket watchin' me
I get you hit for free but no n*gga want have to drill for me
But they secure for me so for the gang, you know I kill for free
This sh*t instilled in me and whatever it killin, buildin' me
They talkin' 'bout killin' me, they better know I keep my steel with me
We on a winnin' streak, I love the streets but won't go in the streets
You get a [?], got two twenty-threes and you get ten apiece
Your b*tch be feelin' me, her groupie ass just want a pic with me, gang
n*ggas better stop playing like we don't really swing blocks
n*ggas better stop actin', like he can catch that headshot
Bodies in my city, got this drill sh*t in a headlock
Hit him with that cut, I make a n*gga whole head bop