[Verse 3: AC]
We got
Lotta b*tches, big bands, big mood
Make your girl break her neck every time we come through
Got me pourin' on probation, always time to raise the roof
And it's 1:51 so can you tell me what's the move?
I be, lapping, all these others racin'
They can't, keep up, with how fast my pace is
I run Chicago but right now Strasbourg's the place I stay in
Made so much off a feature now it's only cash I pay in
I talk my sh*t then pass it
We robbed a bank then stashed it
Your record? I surpassed it
This 'bout to be a smash hit
I killed the game in 2 days now they always say "he savage"
You think that that's your girl, but she disappeared like magic