save dat sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, (Babybeel)
Ay ha, yo
Yuh, these n*ggas fake (Brr)
These hoes is fake (Babybeel)
Yuh, this hoe do a line
Then she tell me everything that she hate
She sings every line to my song
Cause she know she can't hate

[Verse]
Had to say sorry my mom
For all the drugs that I take
f*cked up off pills n' the drank (Bi)
Cannot hear sh*t that you sayin (Bi)
Me n twin hop out sprayin' sh*t
I can't have no main bi-
I don't want no fame bi-
I might f*ck the fame bi-
In my hood don't save sh*t
M241 sayin sh*t
M149 say sh*t
Them shoota's do not say sh*t
In the trap I'm famous
Yo hoe see me she fainted
Can't havе my heart its tainted
She want lovе told her save that sh*t
[Chorus]
Save that sh*t
Save that sh*t
That hoe wants some love
And I told her save that sh*t
Yeah she wants some love
And I told her save that sh*t
I step on the stage
And I told em' play that sh*t
I get on the stage
And I told em' play that sh*t
I step on the stage
And I told em' play that sh*t
Run that sh*t (Yo)
Run yo sh*t
Finesse cult, b*tch
Like run yo sh*t

[Bridge]
And I think I need a ambulance
I'm bleeding out on my desk
I don't need no medicine
I take the hand out I'm not stressed
I take a hand out I'm not yo
I'm not sick no more
Till I saw her pose
[Verse 2]
Now I'm getting throat
Get off mi- might I f*ck thi hoe
Tell my bro's what I'm on
This hoe trippin in my phone
Tell the hoe get out my phone
You not listening and I don't have time
b*tch, trust me I'd rather get fried (Yeah)
b*tch I'd rather get fried
This b*tch is living a lie
So she get kicked out the ride
I'm on the ride with two studs
You know that I'm clutching that nine
Yo bi' say yuke is the best
So she givin them cheeks
And all of her time
You really went after that smut after me
Yeah that sh*t had me cryin
I'm smoking green's like a f*cking athlete
You know what the f*ck goin on
b*tch I make bread like a athlete
But I don't play no sports
With that '223 I'm shootin greens
I'm shootin from full court
Told em' come backstage
And beat n*gga up you come to my tour
[Outro]
Misery tour, to yo b*tch house
She told me, don't pull out
Misery tour, straight to yo trap
Pull up with gang, we catching hats
We double back, we spin again
Smoking from the black
Then shoot at yo town
Smell all the rats we shootin at now
Call all my haters like
"Where were you when?"
Yeah, Call all my haters like
"Where were you when?"
Call all my haters like (Yeah)
Call all my haters like
"Where were you when?"
Yo (Random sfx)