Fallout Bouba Savage (Ft. Sha EK)

[Intro: Bouba Savage]
(Elvis)
Elvis, nigga

[Chorus: Bouba Savage]
We got Glocks, we got .9's , we got .40's, .45
We got opps, make it hot, on they block
We gon' slide, free the O's they was down to go all out
On the block, it looks like its fallout
All this money it feel like its 4 pounds
We finna ball out (Grrah Grrah Grrah)

[Verse 1: Bouba Savage]
We don't play fair at all
Those niggas be sharing they drawls
Lil shawty i'm hitting her raw
Fuck that , we be dropping the 4's , up that
We gon' push up the score
Don't move we be running it all
Too much shots he can't block it at all
Feel like I'm him when I step on bro
Feel like a demon i'm always on go
Feel like I'm boogie nigga in this hoodie nigga with this pole nigga i'ma blow
No way i'ma cuff on no ho
She say, "Yo Bouba, nigga you a goat", like, bitch I already know
.38 Special leave a nigga froze
Hop out gang gonna leave with his soul