Marilyn Manson BTB Savage (Ft. Veeze)

[Intro]
(Hello, Duvin)
(Chino, what's in your cup?)
(I call this the crackhouse)

[Chorus: BTB Savage]
Niggas goin' broke, mad as hell, yellin' like Brandon Jackson
Send an opp nigga straight to hell, I feel like Marilyn Manson
Got your bitch with me, and her friend Casamigos dancin'
30K pound in all dubs, that's a Danny Phantom
Nineteen low, but can't get this stick on the market, hold the Corey Brewer
Yeah, like Waka Flocka when it's smoke, screamin', "Oh, let's do it"
You say you got your bag up out the mud, I got mine out the sewer
Don't give a fuck about no opp in the club, I brought my stick into it

[Verse 1: BTB Savage]
The way I drip in designer, I feel like Guapo how I put it on
I thought your ass was sippin' Wock', that's Quagen in your styrofoam
I'm settin' the traps for rats when I'm in thе streets like I'm off Home Alone
I'm Kobе with the rock, no need to pass the ball or pick and roll
I walked in Saks and spent five thousand just to drip from head to toe
Come into my trap, ain't no loads, it's just exotic 'bows
Never say never, when it come to all my brothers, I'll never fold
I spend 5K a month just to smoke on Pinky's Oreoz

[Interlude: Veeze]
Gang, gang, gang