Ratz D. Savage

[Intro]
Yeah
(Oh my God)

[Verse]
Looking like a fiend for my new shit, yeah
We'll serve anything for them blue strips, yeah
Alexander McQueen for my new bitch, yeah
Keep it off IG if you gon' shoot shit, yeah
Ain't going out like that
Ain't going out like a rat
I sleep with my strap, uh huh
Uh, uh, niggas know where I'm at
Niggas ain't thugging like that
You sound like a bitch nigga
And I flex on a bitch nigga
And I'm off of the dope
We upping the score
And you can get hit nigga, uh
I don't wanna pic' nigga
Ayy, could you get off my dick nigga?
And I'm fucking your ho
She leaving with me
'Cause she see my dick bigger
I feel like the shit nigga
John got a choppa that's bussin'
We tied in like families, we keep it a hunnid
Uh, I got beef but nobody want it
While you sleep, I'm getting some money
I'ma creep, you know that I'm coming
I got one of these lil' niggas running like Ricky
Uh, like Ricky, ayy, when we slide on em, we tear up the city
Uh, I come from the slums but talking 'bout guns
I got many, ayy I got plenty
Ayy, I'ma slide in that Bimmer, come [?] me
And just like T$F, bitch I be dripping
Ayy, I just slept with that bitch, left a hickey