[Produced by co*ky Beats]
[Intro]
I f** with savages, you a f**boy, you can't hang
You can find me posted up on Frank block with my f**in' gang
You ain't really 'bout sh**, stay out my...
co*ky
(Let's get it)
(Let's get it)
Gang and his b**h
Slim Jesus in a cut
(Let's get it)
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[Verse 1]
I f** with savages, you a f**boy, you can't hang
You can find me posted up on Frank block with my f**in' gang
You ain't really 'bout sh**, stay out my spot, don't speak my name
Or I pull up on your block at night, wearing all black and let that 40 bang
I f**ed your girl and I ain't even try to, that little hoe, she a f**in' thot
Got her off the Molly, now she rollin', all she good for is giving top
I got loud pack, I got school buses, hurry up fam, come and shop
I got a big 40 with a thirty-clip, and I call that b**h my f**in' mop
I paid 350 for a Fendi belt, and that double F hold up my strap
A lot of y'll just Twitter flex but this sh** ain't just a f**in' rap
I hear one diss and I'm running up in your f**in' trap
You thought sh** was sweet 'til I ran up with no f**in' mask
Always chasing a check, b**h I'm really 'bout mine
You a broke boy but you rock designer, that sh** don't sound right
Thought you could sneak diss and you won't get found, right?
'Til you get caught in traffic, at the wrong place, at the wrong time
[Hook]
Got a couple shooters and they ride with me
And they down to shoot when it's drill time
Pull up and we get to drumming
Let thirty shots out that Glock nine
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Pull up and we get to drumming
Let thirty shots out that Glock nine
[Verse 2]
Now it's back to the trap with a twenty sack
Rolling up a swisher of that straight gas
Got a fifty-clip sticking out the MAC
So that's fifty shots for your goofy a**
Copped a Ferragamo when I was up at Saks
But my True Religion's still off my a**
I got heavy pockets, I got big a** bands
Run up on me tryna rob, and that thirty blap
Keep a bank roll on me at all times, rolled up with a rubber band
Off the lean, that Promethazine got me walking around like a kick stand
Keep a burner tucked on my right side, my .380 or my FN
And if I catch you lacking, better pray to God that my sh** jam
B-but if it don't, I'mma take you out like a f**in' date
Put a hole in your f**in' back if I catch you talkin' to the f**in' Jakes
Ain't afraid to catch a body and skip out from state to state
And if there's a witness, I'mma k** 'em too and I'mma beat the case
Let's get it!
[Outro]
(Let's get it)
(Let's get it...)