Young Pappy - Savage lyrics

{Verse 1: Young Pappy} Flexed up turned a n***a savage I swear i don't give a f** 'bout sh** now My b**h do everything for me I don't even give a f** 'bout my b**h now Gotta couple labels calling my phone So I'm finna hit the block with a whole brick now Make shorty 'nem get down with the get down Standing up ; lil homie's make his a** sit down Shorty I got clout Know you better watch your mouth Cause I got a couple hittas out South That'll pop up at a n***a crib and he already in Like they got a set of keys to your house Got a couple hoes thick and pretty as f** That'll set a n***a up for a lil bit of nothing Then they ain neen got a problem with you f**ing After the job done they just want they money The real live, definition of savage Steal a n***a life like he 'ain want me to have Yo b**h wanna f** cause she know that you're average Designer logos be on all of my fabrics Swear imma go crazy on all of these tracks A Whole crump in her face why she calling me back If I don't answer, she gone keep calling back Texting me like "why you never follow me back" They keep calling me this ,they keep calling me that But I won't give a f**, what a hater got to say about me They let me out papers got bond money on deck So the county, they won't get a day up out me I got shorties trynna put in work for me It's Like 10 , 11 years old I never expected this, I used to give them dollars Since they was like 7 years old Now they bad a** asking me for poles They know every word to all of my songs Unknown numbers calling my phone I 'ain trynna talk, leave me alone Know me, I'm from the pole where it's cold Really on the road somewhere doing shows You can catch me on the mag with the moes Posted on Sunny Side with some hoes But I'm off Lawrence side where the folks be at How you looking for, hoe, you know where we at Not from over there, but you over there Don't get caught somewhere, you 'ain post to be at If you hanging with em we gone let it be that Why you taking pictures where you never be at? Gotta keep that b**h on us wherever we at If you scared go to Church where the reverend be at And I ain scared n***a, how I be lacking if I ain dead n***a I'll put a quarter pound on yo head watch shorty smoke it off With his friends n***a, once you dead n***a I'm the man, n***a . I can't stand n***as I used to do the hits, now I'm paying n***as Since the 30, I get caught again But I keep that b**h on me just cause I can [X2] f** a friend, I keep Spazz with me I know my lil brother gone blast with me If you run he gone get on yo a** with me Keep my gun, and some weed, and some cash with me f** a b**h n***a, and his b**h, n***a Gino wet him up, he [?] n***as Try to set me up, but you missed n***a I'm from the pole where it's colder than bricks n***a It's the f**ing guys in my f**ing eyes Be this way till the day I go f**ing [?] Got a couple 40s got a couple 9s Give them to my shorty show em where to find all the opps at Pop that, never mind where the cops at My gat, it'll knock a n***a block back f** tatianna where the thots at? If you f** around with the f** around You gone f** around, and get f**ed around Keep the 30, I just need a couple rounds Head shots got a n***a ducking down Red dots got a n***a shook Face shots make a n***a look I be going hard, got these n***as hooked Spitting only bars like a n***a booked Me and B.U double ride in a foreign flying pa** n***as Act like we don't know them They say we gone make it Broski, we gone show them Phoney a** n***as, ain got nothing for them They say when I come thru I be performing Either cook a n***a like I'm George Foreman Nina Sarafina that's my lil b**h She'll do yo whole clique I keep that b**h horny