[Verse]
Mama I knew I was 'bout it
Way before venue was crowded
Way before Kevin pulled up with that Reverend
I told him to level, go f** on the feelings
Don't nut on her face
Trust me I feel like the man
Trust me I feel like the Wop, rock
You can depend on the stock, watch
b**h I got ten in the pot, drop
All of my limits could die
All of y'all n***as
All of my limits could die
Look at you timid as f**
And you holding me up
And I'm trying to be Nicki Minaj
Rich as a b**h in the drop
Rich as a b**h, rich as my b**h on the side
Hoe I got more than you know, hoe I got
Look, watch, spill out your soul in the closet
Don't question your pa**ion
We flipped every f**er we couldn't be ashing
They got me so high that I look like I'm pa**ive
b**h, don't you know who you asking?
b**h have you tutored the pastor
I know the root and the master
I know the coupe was a casket
I had that b**h looking like all the sh** that I’m writing
That sh** was so good that I pa**ed it
Bust that sh** straight out the plastic
b**h I ain’t good b**h I’m crafty
I want to piss on a rapper
I just got hookers and pampers
n***as line up when I practice
I’m not a savage, I don’t do sh** just to do it
This going precise as we planned it
I'm just a bandit, plus I'm as sharp as a tack or a guillotine right at your family
Keep it so candid, knock ya like she said some candy
You down for this sh** are you Brandy
Find a mechanic, tell 'em I pay 'em in fabric
3500 in traffic
[Hook]
n***a I'm savage
I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle
n***a I'm savage, wait (hey)
Wait, look, n***a I'm savage
I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle
n***a I'm savage
I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle
n***a I'm swaging
b**h I might shoot at your camera
b**h I might shoot at your camera
n***a what's happening?
n***as won't piss on your grave
b**h I might piss on your family
n***a what's happening?
b**h I might shoot at your camera
b**h I might shoot at your
n***a what's happening?
I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle
n***a I'm savage
[Outro]
Back-back, to the back-back, to the frozens and the BB's
Way before ya, way before ya thought I told ya
It's alot on the line
These hoes wanna ride on the line
These hoes ain't no bible of mine
Back-back, to the back-back, to the frozens and the BB's
If sixteen ain't enough
I could swing it twenty-five
I could tell ya how to go
I could tell you where to ride
I could tell you where the