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lil’ g raps - savage lyrics
driving round the city at night with my glizzy
pullin’ up with a bad b-tch
these n-ggas switchin’ sides, gotta go beast mode
bout to turn into a savage
makin’ money all the time, cashin’ out
you won’t catch me with an average
if u don’t work for me i’ll cut you off
i don’t carry round no baggage
pull up to the crib with the stock hanging out
i got shooters ready to gun you down
you think you own this sh-t, runnin’ round with the clip
gang members bout to flip yo town
i’m up top makin’ money and bagin’ dough
foes tryin’ to get this crown
went on the road with the gang
presidents tryin’ to make me drown
i f-ck your b-tch for the h-ll of it
i f-ck your b-tch cause i’m relevant
you steal the cash like it’s delicate
i think you way out your element
these n-ggas know they irrelevant
i broke the streets, it’s evident
do the race for the benefit
pull the trigger, why you hesitant
multi million, pull up in foreign whips, gotta get the best drift
f-ck you, get out my lane, n-gga i don’t owe you sh-t
stay on the ground, i can take that sh-t away, boy yo life ain’t a gift
started off wet, i came out the faucet, i was born with this drip
n-ggas talkin’ bout me like they know me, f-ck out
no n-gga you don’t know me
81 in the pack, ballin’ on these haters
they should call me kobe
turn up on the gang, i’ll knock you down
you’ll come up very slowly
turn your back on me, i can’t talk to you
no you are not my homie
i started off bad, came up to the top when i started off broke
swervin’ in the road, people tellin’ me things i shouldn’t even know
they talk some f-ck sh-t, now they all mad cause i expose
i don’t f-ck with that b-tch, she want the diamonds and they all froze
n-gga
driving round the city at night with my glizzy
pullin’ up with a bad b-tch
these n-ggas switchin’ sides, gotta go beast mode
bout to turn into a savage
makin’ money all the time, cashin’ out
you won’t catch me with an average
if u don’t work for me i’ll cut you off
i don’t carry round no baggage
f-ck the b-tch, caught her lackin’
kicked her out, sent her packin’
these n-ggas don’t know how much i’m stackin’
stackin’ them bills in the back of the cl-ssroom
homie smokin’ a pack, making the fume
made this heat track, made the crowd go boom
30k on my wrist, 40k on my b-tch
30k on my sh-t, 40k on my b-tch
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