Savage life shit right here, yuh,
look, all way concrete, yuh
Straight to the point, straight to the point,
let's get it, look, come on
Bitch ass nigga tellin' folks what he
Nigga I don't even know what
all this fake ass beefin'
That perpetratin' ass bootin'
I don't know but all I know is you better
Nineteen since I was twelve I been
Runnin' wide through the hood and
back in the woods with the beast
Thirteen, goin' to school
High school, all the hoes,
Genetics, construction workers,
I stay on that street shit
and I don't lie to people
I ain't with that rap beef shit cause
You probably wanna throw a brick
and then hide your fingers
Don't even try it, n***a,
I'll send a ride to see ya
Bunch of regular ass n****s,
Like, yeah, ain't you a boy,
but you surprised to see us
A bunch of trill niggas comin' for
your motherfuckin' stomach
loadin' tummies, you dig?
That ol' red dot, aimin' for your top
That ol' hot bullet tumblin',
hit you back while you runnin'
Close, close, can't miss you, hit you,
hit you while you strugglin'
Uh -uh, bitch, this nigga,
You don't want that nigga
Man, these niggas say I'm fakin'
And I'm changin' this shit
I got no pa tience for no hatin'
I'm bout' stackin' a bitch
I don't care who you is, where you from,
how you come, bitch, I'm gutter
I've been lost my mind, bitch,
I'm beats more, motherfucker
And I'm tellin' ya, the ambulance,
I'm heavyweight and you welter,
This beat is mine, this street is mine
BRC second line, rip and shine
I stole a chopper from the don key
I ain't that little boy you fuck with
or that bitch you fell in love with
I'm that nigga with that dub spit who
you don't wanna fuck with
I live that life, I'm paranoid so you
know I got my steel at night
Keep my head tight, and when I take a journey,
let me get off in that shit real quick
Who the fuck don't feel it?
So I can slap you with my dick,
I'ma leave here in blood,
and that's on cat -eye cuz
A bunch of trill niggas comin' for
your motherfuckin' stomach
Gettin' blood in those tummies,
That ol' red dot aiming for your top
That ol' hot bullet tumbling,
hit you back while you're running
Walking you down like it ain't nothing
Close, close, can't miss you
Hit you, hit you while you're struggling
Bout to shake the block back
Try to hate us, stop that
Then you get and pop that
Nigga, hold your grudge, hold your nuts
On bright street with a tech like,
leave it wet like the crimson blood
I shoot shit with certain niggas,
And they're soft and murky niggas,
They out here smoking weed and popping
and it's getting them skinny
You can clown if you want,
then I'm sounding the semi
All around me in the club
You wasn't around me when
Santa didn't come down to
If you looking for some beef,
you done found you plenty
And them niggas off my street,
they a clown for penancin'
A bunch of trill niggas comin' for your
Gettin' bloody, loadin' tummies,
That old red dot, aimin' for your top
That old hot bullet tumblin',
hit you back while you're runnin'
Close, close, can't miss you, hit you,
hit you while you struggle
Uh -uh, bitch, this nigga,
You don't want that, nigga
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