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's so out of 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
Hoes be 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 chuck no deuces, they got ho 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 Blood, 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 mama out of 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 tryna stay the night
The first thing in the a.m., 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's so out of 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 misrepresentin' who I am
Oh, hold up
That photoshop making me nervous
I told you, b*tch, 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 Blood, 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 mama out of 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 tryna stay the night
The first thing in the a.m., 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's so out of pocket
I'm gon' smash her, but she photocopied