Uh, yeah
Yeah, nigga, its a knife and all, yknow what Im sayin, yeah?
Yeah, nigga, I hit your wife and all, yknow what Im sayin, yeah?
Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, yknow what Im sayin?
Yeah
Nigga made a whole lotta guala 
Now I got a whole lotta problems 
Main bitch fuckin my partner 
Nigga, we aint trippin, we ballin 
And I got a whole lotta shotters 
Hang around a whole lotta robbers 
And I got a bad bitch callin 
Put a bad bitch in Cartier 
Catch a nigga ridin down College 
Catch a nigga ridin down Godby 
We aint talkin bout it, we savage 
We dont talk about it, we shotters 
Straight up out the gutter, we charted 
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless 
Im a street nigga and a artist 
And Im gon hit my targets 
VVSs drippin off my chain, hoe 
I be in them places where you cant go 
My brother down the road on tango 
You rap niggas sweeter than a mango 
TEC on me with the coolie on it
Ima fuck around and Ima queeze 
Pain runnin through my veins
I dont want the fame, I just wanna eat 
Rap niggas callin my phone
Nigga, fuck these niggas, these niggas aint Gs 
Spend on a lot of niggas, I aint spend no more
Fuck around and get robbed round me 
Chain snatched
Watch snatched, dont get it back 
Chopper on you 
Wrong move, get hit in the back 
Im Young Savage 
Real nigga, they vouchin for that 
I keep it on me 
One in the head, no cockin it back 
And I make your bitch drop it back 
And I spend a dub in Saks 
And I do a whole lot of drinkin 
I done put a hole in my kidney 
Yall niggas pussy like kittens 
VVSs on, I need mittens 
Nigga, we aint leavin no witness 
Stomp a nigga til he need stitches 
I aint never played no victim 
Every nigga played, I killed him 
Put a nigga in a blender, nigga, then we chop it up 
Put it in the Pyrex, nigga, then we lock it up 
Put that bitch inside a Benz, she was in a Acura
Niggas be actin tough, I just be stackin up 
Used to ride around with Dracos, now Im going platinum 
Nigga, put gold on denim 
Nigga, I said it, I meant it 
Nigga, be fresh like mint 
Nigga on percs, Im itchin 
Nigga, I stayed in the trenches 
Niggas still play in the trenches 
Stayed up late on missions 
Sometimes we aint strike for a dime 
If them niggas actin scared, I ride 
When my brother got killed, I cried 
I cant let a nigga stop my stride 
Gotta keep this shit goin, gotta move 
If it come down to it, Im bustin moves 
I jump up out that vert with a Uzi 
These facts, lil nigga, Im the truth 
You got goons, lil nigga, I got troops 
They dont got Instagrams cause they shoot 
Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe 
Coulda fucked that bitch, I passed her to the crew 
Shiverin and shakin, boy you aint gon shoot 
Rice Street, man I ate a lot of soups 
Nigga made a whole lotta guala 
Now I got a whole lotta problems 
Main bitch fuckin my partner 
Nigga, we aint trippin, we ballin 
And I got a whole lotta shotters 
Hang around a whole lotta robbers 
And I got a bad bitch callin 
Put a bad bitch in Cartier 
Catch a nigga ridin down College 
Catch a nigga ridin down Godby 
We aint talkin bout it, we savage 
We dont talk about it, we shotters 
Straight up out the gutter, we charted 
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless 
Im a street nigga and a artist 
And Im gon hit my targets 
Now I got a whole lot of money 
An I got a whole lotta hoes 
An I got a whole lotta goals
An I succeeded all em, ohhh
Fuck this shit, dont need no friends, yeah
AP, black and rose-gold, yeah
An I got a brand new Benz, yeah
Mama gon squat, it unfolds 
Ya, an I got some whole lotta bitches
Lotta bands on a muthafuckin roll, yeah 
An I ran down bank head
Drop heads, R.I.P. Shawty Lo, yeah
An I got a whole lotta homies
Round here tryna wipe your nose, yeah 
An I got a brand new bitch
Ten-thousand dollar ring on her toes, yeah 
Way too much different shit
I just wanna slam my door, yeah
Aint tryna see no hoe
I just wanna see my woes, yeah 
Ooh, I aint tryna see no show
Not until I count my doles, ooh 
Honey wanna see if she can choke
Man, I just wanna see if she a pro, ooh 
Im just tryna drip up out Versace robes, ooh 
Fuck around, kill with my blood
Nigga, fuck around, hang with my lows, ooh 
Bitch, you know we flirtin, leave em in the dirt 
Ooh, yeah, cash moneys the only thing thatll work
Ooh, yeah, get it, get it, uh
Make the cutter look like fireworks 
I just count the bands like a clerk 
My bitch said, Pop me a Perky, yeah 
I just might gon let her slurp 
Puttin every angle like Kurt 
Call a quarter-milli while we swerve, yeah
Put it in the pot, make it work, yeah 
Bitches see the smirk, see the smirk, yeah 
Put in the bad bitch work, yeah 
I got a bitch down in chain gang 
An she suitcasing the Percs, yeah 
I got a billboard in Chinatown 
I got a billboard in Tokyo 
I got a old hoe like Im 44 
You cant see me like Im locked up, ohh 
Used to rob for purses 
They scream and we burstin 
I got a million in scripts 
Codeine like a nurse 
I shot em, I need a jersey 
I shot em, I need a jersey 
I call up my woes like aye 
Its done, I smoked em, I need a hearse 
Lets play, Who shot first? 
Lets play, First one murked 
An I bought a bitch that Chanel 
Yeah, same color Starburst 
Got a condo full of hoes, yeah
An they tryna swerve-swerve 
An you gotta cash out 
Before you see the work-work
Nigga made a whole lotta guala 
Now I got a whole lotta problems 
Main bitch fuckin my partner 
Nigga, we aint trippin, we ballin 
And I got a whole lotta shotters 
Hang around a whole lotta robbers 
And I got a bad bitch callin 
Put a bad bitch in Cartier 
Catch a nigga ridin down College 
Catch a nigga ridin down Godby 
We aint talkin bout it, we savage 
We dont talk about it, we shotters 
Straight up out the gutter, we charted 
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless 
Im a street nigga and a artist 
And Im gon hit my targets