[Verse 1: Webbie]
Pants low, afro, no shirt, blowing purple, not a star just a regular old hood n***a
VIP full of hoes, full of rolls, we got guns in this motherf**er now, b**h that's how we coming
A half a diesel, pack of cools, whole pound of kush presidential sh** now that's what we call blowing money
Murder weapons: .357s, Glock 9s, I ain't lying b**h that chopper hold a whole motherf**ing hundred
Think before you move cause you don't wanna move wrong
Send your hit man, n***a go put that tool on em (BOP, BOP, BOP)
Knock all his shoes off
I'm the Savage, wa**am, come on tell me who want it
Cause we can crank it up
Cause I don't give a f**
Where your people at? You better bring all of them dick in the booty a**, coochi a**, fake a** ballers
You ain't never popped nothin', stop stunting b**h
n***a you ain't seen nothin', until you seen me
Climbing out a tree, with a .223, what
I'm scarred up, ready for war, f**
I'm right here p**y n***a wa**up? Get at me
[Hook: Webbie]
Now I done did some f**ed up sh** I ain't go even lie
But I'm trilla than a b**h and you can't even lie
I beat that p**y like no other, b**h don't even lie
I'mma bad motherf**er and you can't even lie
Now I done did some f**ed up sh** I ain't go even lie
But I'm trilla than a b**h and you can't even lie
I beat that p**y like no other, b**h don't even lie
I'mma bad motherf**er and you can't even lie
[Verse 2: Lil Phat]
Now I done did some f**ed up sh**, sold n***as rabbit food
Remember, remember I shot the wrong dude
Such and such had sent me on a lick, I took the wrong tool
Six shots I barely made it out a shootout
f** school
Standing on the corner what we knew bout
Some n***a tried to play you then you better pull that tool out
And I done did some f**ed up sh**, sold n***as Cairo they look at and taste it but them n***as still a pay though
I say I'm tired of being slept on, don't know about me
They gone f** around and make me bring that four up out me
And I ain't stopping till I see the f**ing graveyard n***a
Rest in peace to your shooter don't lose your graveyard witcha
They say I'm thuggin' yeah, clutching yeah, all my n***as druggin' yeah
Play me then I'm busting yeah, end of that discussion yeah
Be like youngin', f** lil' youngin', he a dirty a** ba*tard
Some say I'm p**y, some say I jacked they favorite rapper
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Webbie]
I got my strap under my pillow, cause I feel like they coming
When they show up, it's gone blow up, I'mma rip big holes in they stomach
I been running the streets for years, so you know I ain't running
Send some drama to your street, I'm Obama in these streets
Put that llama on you geeks, you remind me of sweets
Go ask my teachers, I'm a bully, you just another police
She a s** it, I love it, she lick it all of me
Grind up off and chill n***a bring ya back outche
God. Dayum. Even though you tired these busters and satisfied till they a**es get sanitized
Then they bring it on they self
Then they a** wanna cry
When the barrels of that pistol, look em right in they eyes
Get my California buzz on, chillin' with my cousin
Coward a** n***as gone make me put my gloves on
Ion give a f**, I never did, I never will
And that's how I f**ing feel
Young Savage, forever Trill
[Hook x2]