Savage lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Rece produced it, Lil Rece produced it

[Verse 1]
Oh n*ggas talkin' crazy? Tell me somethin’ new
I could give two f*cks 'bout what you heard, b*tch tell me somethin' true
n*ggas always purpin’ like they got it, really bug-a-boos
b*tch I ain't gon' judge when I'm done b*tch f*ck my brotha too
7.62's just for speakin' on my brotha Tu
I just bought some 'woods from the opp store and I felt comfortable
I ain't even have my choppa on and I ain’t tuck a jewel
I be makin’ moves, the money moves b*tch watch me bust a few
b*tch yo' booty bigger than yo’ patna's, so what's up wit' you?
I be talkin’ dumb to every b*tch but wasn't dumb in school
Fell off wit' some n*ggas that I love so now they suckas too
n*gga I'ma be ballin' 'til I'm 80, like I'm Uncle Drew
Who the f*ck bruh starin' at? Who the f*ck is dude?
b*tch I'm DaBoii, who the f*ck is you?
This a 2 Milly, I am not the one to run into
Not to mention choppa got a scope, boy where you runnin' to?

[Chorus]
And you don't want no pistol play, come get yo' ass whooped
b*tch all that high power for what? Now how yo' ass look?
It's 200 on every dash, narcs can't catch us
n*gga I be laid back, don't even brag much
Lil' bro wit' his big homies now he actin' tough
But I got somethin' in this chop to really back him up
Do not hit me for no feature, n*ggas is whack as f*ck (Weak)
And I don't need to do no drugs to turn my savage up (b*tch)
[Verse 2]
I'll give yo' ass somethin' to laugh about if you laugh at us
Dog swear that he gon' ride, somethin' ain't addin' up
First come, first served, you ain't fast enough
And I ain't cheatin' on my b*tch, but keep a ratchet tucked
The industry ain't f*ckin' wit' me, I don't cap enough
I got her callin' out for work, the di*k fantastic huh?
n*gga I'll bounce out your bush on my Jurassic stuff
She don't even want the whole DaBoii, she just want half a bruh
Naw b*tch you can't have me, not a quarter or a f*ckin' tenth
Play me in the whip, your man's get mad then tell him suck a di*k
Yeah I gave your tape a play or two bro it just wasn't it
n*gga if we don't hit you the first spin, then we gon' bust a b*tch

[Chorus]
And you don't want no pistol play, come get yo' ass whooped
b*tch all that high power for what? Now how yo' ass look?
It's 200 on every dash, narcs can't catch us
n*gga I be laid back, don't even brag much
Lil' bro wit' his big homies now he actin' tough
But I got somethin' in this chop to really back him up
Do not hit me for no feature, n*ggas is whack as f*ck (Weak)
And I don't need to do no drugs to turn my savage up (b*tch)
b*tch