If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gonna shoot you Spent a thousand dollars just to sip (just to sip muddy) Park that motherfucker in the V.I.P. I got that motherfucker on my hip I'ma squeeze (baow) I'ma squeeze (baow) We ain't really with all that internet shit (21) We ain't really with that pretending and shit (21) Come and get your bitch she actin' friendly and shit When I get inside that pussy, I be killin' that shit (killin', killin') I'm in savage mode (woah), I'm in savage mode (woah) I'm in savage mode (woah), I'm in savage mode I'm a savage on these hoes (savage) Savage on these hoes (woah) Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes (woah) I'm in savage mode (21), I'm in savage mode (savage) I'm in savage mode (savage), I'm in savage mode I'm a savage on these hoes (21) Savage on these hoes (21) Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes Cup, woah (woah) Muddy, yo (yo) Hit the yolk (yolk) Got the stick, woah (brr) Keep it on me, yah (yah) Knew you got it, yah (21) One in the head, yah Bitch, I fuckin' dare (I dare) Nigga, I double-dare (I dare) Why the fuck you stare? (Stare) Pew-pew, bet you ass don't stare (21) Red bottoms, yeah (red) Bitch, watch where you step (bitch) I'm in savage mode (brr), cook a nigga like a chef (brr) Ain't no loyalty (21), these niggas all for self (yeah) All these fuckin' stripes (stripes), I shoulda been a ref (yeah-yeah) I'm in savage mode (woah), I'm in savage mode (woah) I'm in savage mode (woah), I'm in savage mode I'm a savage on these hoes (savage) Savage on these hoes (woah) Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes (woah) I'm in savage mode (21), I'm in savage mode (savage) I'm in savage mode (savage), I'm in savage mode I'm a savage on these hoes (21) Savage on these hoes (21) Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes All that backstabbin' turned me to a savage (savage) All that fuckin' krabbin' turned me to a savage (it did) Racks inside the mattress turned me to a savage (racks, racks) I turned to a savage, bitch, I gotta have it (I gotta have it) Fell asleep in science, I love mathematics (countin' cash) Bitch, I like to add, bitch, I like subtractin' (that countin' cash) That chopper flip a nigga like he acrobatic (pop, pop, pop) He 'on't want no smoke, he 'on't want no static (want no static) I'm in savage mode, shit can get tragic (yah) I might toe tag him, I might body bag him (woah, woah) These bitches gettin' old, I already had 'em ('ready had 'em) She wanna live lavish, she don't meet my standards (21, 21) I'm in savage mode (woah), I'm in savage mode (woah) I'm in savage mode (woah), I'm in savage mode I'm a savage on these hoes (savage) Savage on these hoes (woah) Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes (woah) I'm in savage mode (21), I'm in savage mode (savage) I'm in savage mode (savage), I'm in savage mode I'm a savage on these hoes (21) Savage on these hoes (21) Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes

(21, pussy, pussy) shh, shh, sheesh Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas man What are all these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Pussy, pussy) Ice cream ass niggas (ay, ay) I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If it's war, we ain't playin' games bitch we get it started I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred nigga I'm a gunner When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Rodney And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's A nigga keep it silent, in L.A. I keep a clip though 'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda Ayy, big dawg Savage (21) Toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (on God) Ratchet bitch while I'm drivin', she from Dallas (straight up) Lil' mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21) My model bitch be smokin' all the woods, she from Cali' (21) In my Tesla Roadster (21) My pistol out the holster (On God) I'm double cuppin' syrup, bitch, I don't need no coaster (facts) Opps want promotion (pussy) We put 'em on a poster (pussy) I gunned him down in his own hood 'cause he local (pussy) My watch ten bricks (god shit) Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21) Bitch, smell my fragrance, you can't tell me I ain't rich (21) Big 4L, I ain't shakin' no hand with no snitch (21) Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda

DJ FMCT DJ Bandz, oh, man Before you block me I'm tryna text you, "I'm sorry that I hurt you" I'm a street nigga with a name but certain shit just ain't worth it And I'm sorry what I did to you, I know you didn't deserve it (deserve it) I told you 'bout all the hoes I fucked, you got a little discouraged (little discouraged) Told your friends about our problems, shit made me nervous Please don't put me on that block list 'cause I don't deserve it I gotta answer the private call 'cause you might call restricted And I say you my prize possession 'cause I had to earn you (had to earn you) I bring yo' laughs out I send you money whenever you need, I send you Cash App I call yo' phone, I can't get through, I make a text out Pull up to your OG crib, that's the next step (oh) The worst feeling to be on that block list (block list) I thought it was fun and games to be toxic Came in the crib, my clothes in boxes (in boxes) I grab her hand like, "Could you stop it?" (no) Don't feel good to be on that block list (block list) Why you put me on that block list? (Block list) I can't get through, I'm on that block list (block list) I'm tryna talk to you, I'm on that block list (block list) I don't even answer for all of my guys They talkin' 'bout bitches all on my line I talk about street shit all the time I don't talk about hoes all on my live One time she had made me cry And I'm like, "Some shit had got in my eye" I ain't gon lie, I love the fact that she don't be kickin' it 'round my guys Loyal, she gon' tell me like, "One of them niggas tried" Loyal, if I tell you that, I'ma tell you a hundred times Gullible, told me if I ever cheat, "Don't be with strap" Comfortable, she want hundred, I put a hundred in her bag Perfect timing, I had to give her diamonds I be vibing, this loyal shit is timeless She like curry chicken bird, I like salmon Every time I'm freakin' her, I give her allowance Don't feel good to be on that block list (block list) Why you put me on that block list? (Block list) I can't get through, I'm on that block list (block list) I'm tryna talk to you, I'm on that block list (block list)

Smokin' your dead homie Facts, gas I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentino's I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino (Let's get it) Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino (Chino) And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero (Hero) Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know (We know) And wherever that drama at, we go (We go) (You know, you know) We the neighborhood heroes (We know, we know) We the neighborhood heroes That street shit We don't reply to niggas with that tweet shit (Facts) Beef shit, nigga said fuck me, he don't mean it (Pussy) Sweet shit, fomo caught a body, they gon' beat it Defense, Glock to his face, he won't eat it (Brra) All facts, nigga snaked me once and I'ma fall back (Let's get it) Nigga say he my brother, but he snaked me, what you call that? I cheated on my BM three times, where my dog at? She gave her number, I delete it, 'cause they all rats Chiraq, where the police don't call backup Last nigga played with Durkio, he in a backwood Chicago niggas play with PnB, but ain't no matchup If you know me like you know me, where I'm from, I'm not a rapper Murderer, scammer, murderer, I'm handsome When I'm off the drugs, I swear I'm steady throwin' tantrums Angelo told me once before, he want a Phantom I can't say no 'cause that's my son, I gotta answer I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentino's (You know) I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino (You know) Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino (Chino) And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know And wherever that drama at, we go (Oh, oh) Oh, we the neighborhood heroes (We the neighborhood heroes) We the neighborhood heroes They say we won't get help unless Obama do it (Turn up) Don't get shot in my areas, ain't no trauma unit (Let's get it) If you a snake and they ain't do, just know the opps'll do it (Know the opps'll do it) And go and drill, this the best time 'cause the opps into it (Brr) I still sleep around the savages like I ain't rich You talkin' to me about your homie, that's that fake shit (Turn up) The city ain't never played my songs, shoutout to Nate Fix Just take that watch up of your arm 'fore we take it (Yeah, yeah) And we the reason for your dead niggas Breadwinners, when you hit that stain you ain't share with us Fuck the Instagram, this reality I know a nigga talk straight cash, and he ain't got a G They had my momma usin' WIC when we in poverty And I was tired of eatin' Kix, but she know I gotta eat Stop lyin', stop tellin' niggas you gon' ride for them Stop lyin', stop tellin' niggas you gon' die for them I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentino's I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino (Chino) And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know And wherever that drama at, we go Oh, we the neighborhood heroes We the neighborhood heroes

Big B Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it Shawty squeeze in them jeans Touch her knees, make her scream I sip lean, I sip lean Gucci sneaks, shopping sprees Shawty, she my cup of tea Please, don't give up on me Lord, got me shopping rings, so cool And I think you know What you doing to my mind and my soul I popped a lot of pills, I freak you like I will She ain't let me miss no meal My feelings in it for real For real, for real, for real, for real For real, for real, for real, for real, yeah Girl, I'm so for real, the first time was a hell of a night I'ma spoil you for whatever, have whatever you like (hahaha) I say I won't fall in love, but I was never so right I seen you fall in love with goofys, I was never yo' type I told my mom, you a make a hell of a wife I know they mad we live a hell of a life Trust issues, so confused It's me and you, fuck the rules I wanna suck your toes, baby, take off your shoes yeah) They say I'm nasty 'cause I wanna lick your ass cheek This yo' last chance, hit that handstand, make that ass dance Who yo man is? Off that Xanax, have some dry sex (yeah) Durkio! All in your hoe Durkio! All in your hoe Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it Nobody understands why we love each other the way we do But it ain't for them to understand We not out here tryna be relationship goals This real, we 'on't care about none of that internet stuff We don't care about none of that shade People seem to always shade what they wish they had We make each other happy We keeping around whatever makes us happy And why it makes us happy is our business Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Shawty, I love you, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shawty, I love you, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you got it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, you know you nasty Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she call me daddy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, she knows she got it

TouchofTrent be wildin' with it I pour an eight inside the Lamb' truck, fell asleep flyin' I thought them niggas had my back, but I'm steady seein' signs And I can't turn my back on like I ain't see him tryin' These tears shed, whenever he dead, it's different seein' him die Bah, get close up on 'em, you know that shit be graphic You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic And you can't fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain't Madden All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon' vanish Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts And you can't dig back in your past 'cause you got time you lost And make that time up for your kids 'cause you know time ain't bought Booka brought me a diamond cross, but he know he won't cross me They turnt their back and said they'd Kill me, yeah, that's when they lost me I put baguettie inside the Cartier because I'm feelin' bossy They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told them, "Call me" I built a relationship with the real with niggas who never saw me Yeah, I seen my chance and that's when I grabbed it Fuck bein' a hunnid, I spent a couple hunnids on niggas' tablets Lean gave me chest pains, that's when I popped the Perky tablet I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn't established You do that shit again, what you did to bro, gon' get you a casket I did shit for niggas without them askin' I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin' I don't fuck with you, I'ma tell y'all now even though I got it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago And I don't talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros The one I ain't talk to like that back then know they still hoes And some niggas try to hide their hate but that shit still shows I never fucked on block hoes because I call 'em sisters One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker Cut the loose ends, I cut 'em off, they try to stay I'm a butcher Bitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I'm Muslim I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin'" He say, "That back door damn near closed," I say, "It's back open" I say, "These blocks could be back one," he say, "You back hopin'" You gotta watch the niggas you love 'cause they still backdoorin' He ain't got no hope in beatin' his trial because he lost his motion Bro got life He don't know how pussy smell, that's why he fuck his lotion I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent And I like talkin' to the streets, like When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like Tell motherfuckers like what it is, like, you can't hold nothin' back You gotta relate to them Relate to the poverty, you know what I'm sayin'? Relate to the trenches (Yeah, yeah) Some of the guys don't even know what the fuck a Richard Mille is Know what I'm sayin'? You gotta relate, all angles, know what I'm sayin'? The voice Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah