[Chorus: Bouba Savage]
He a baby, 380 gon' knock off his lady
Hollows hit him, he slim like he shady
Beat the cat from the back, make her crazy
Ty he sippin' the lean 'till he lazy
Started rappin', I feel like it saved me
Get money, on the daily
If he reach for my chain, it get brazy
Fuck the feds, got the gun in my shoes
Blow her back, I got somethin' to prove
Like I'm savage I'm havin' the blues
I'm a savage, I don't follow rules
She get moody she actin' a fool
He got put on the news, hе got put on a Tee
I'm the demon you don't wanna meet
Move tac' whеn you run into me
[Verse 1: Sha EK]
Ayy yo, PJ, pass me the chop
I'm 'bout to hop out and let this shit flock (Grrah)
Die Gz, y'all niggas is broke
Y'all be talkin' on Charlie, but Lotti got poked
Fuck Boomer, y'all gotta get back
I don't know why these niggas tryna act
In the O, we posted with the strap
Y'all never spin through the front or back (At all)
That's fact, y'all niggas runnin'
Big 48 when we yellin', "What's gunnin?'"
On my block, we don't care about reactions
We tryna hop out the V and start clappin' (Word)
And I heard that your father a fiend, he on the Winter, I'ma make him lean
And I heard that your father a fiend, he on the Winter, I'ma make him lean (Grrah)
He a baby, 380 gon' knock off his lady
Hollows hit him, he slim like he shady
Beat the cat from the back, make her crazy
Ty he sippin' the lean 'till he lazy
Started rappin', I feel like it saved me
Get money, on the daily
If he reach for my chain, it get brazy
Fuck the feds, got the gun in my shoes
Blow her back, I got somethin' to prove
Like I'm savage I'm havin' the blues
I'm a savage, I don't follow rules
She get moody she actin' a fool
He got put on the news, hе got put on a Tee
I'm the demon you don't wanna meet
Move tac' whеn you run into me
[Verse 1: Sha EK]
Ayy yo, PJ, pass me the chop
I'm 'bout to hop out and let this shit flock (Grrah)
Die Gz, y'all niggas is broke
Y'all be talkin' on Charlie, but Lotti got poked
Fuck Boomer, y'all gotta get back
I don't know why these niggas tryna act
In the O, we posted with the strap
Y'all never spin through the front or back (At all)
That's fact, y'all niggas runnin'
Big 48 when we yellin', "What's gunnin?'"
On my block, we don't care about reactions
We tryna hop out the V and start clappin' (Word)
And I heard that your father a fiend, he on the Winter, I'ma make him lean
And I heard that your father a fiend, he on the Winter, I'ma make him lean (Grrah)
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