Savage - King Myuzik

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

When the trumpets go like this This, this, like This, this, like When the trumpets go like this Trumpets go like this, like this Bassline's a little different from my section Bottle service on tap Light it up, pay attention Better mention that I go hard for my city If you with me, let me see you Put your drinks up to the ceiling Raise a toast to the city that, that, that made me who I am It's time to give it back, yeah, I'll drink to that Toast to the city that, that, that made me who I am It's time to give it back, yeah, I'll drink to that When the trumpets go like this Trumpets go like this

Got em all like, yaw Like, yaw Got em all like, yaw Hundred thousand dollars Pimpin on my pinky Blowin Scooby-Doo Got em all like jinkeez Hundred thousand dollars Jumpin out da Range My lil bitch she bad We bout to blow some change Hundred thousand dollars Pimpin on my pinky Got these suckaz mad They can't do nothing with me I'm bout to blow a bag Blowin on that sticky Got on my Jimmy Choos You wanna kick it with me Got something for deyy azz If niggaz acting iffy I got that heater on me I keep that blicky with me This here for all my hustlers Up in that kitchen whippin Just dropped that new Bambazi I know yall niggaz listening Got em like who this nigga My flow be off the chain Just ask your baby mama I bet she know my name See the Smoke Shop we winning And I cannot complain We running up them numbers Big money on my brain I get it how I get it These suckaz wish they was lit But I do what they didn't Because I'm bout my digits Act up and get the semi You'll go before I'm finished B.more, I represent it You know we bout that business Hundred thousand dollars Pimpin on my pinky Got these suckaz mad They can't do nothing with me I'm bout to blow a bag Blowin on that sticky Got on my Jimmy Choos You wanna kick it with me Hundred thousand dollars Pimpin on my chain Got these suckaz mad I put deyy azz to shame Man I just had to get it Big money on my brain These haters looking hungry But I cannot complain Toe to toe he a winner Eat your whole crew for dinner The globe in his fingers Tokyo he's Godzilla Wipe the floor with your writtens Make a hoe of your Mrs Control my intentions My flows unrestricted A veteran Chopping checks with every word I'm lettering Benevolent Kerosene leaking from my legend pen They scattering fish when I appear like a pelican They fear my intelligence Appearing like a terrorist Ya boy buy the bar like he got coupons Chain a hoola hoop with a Gucci suit on Flyer than a goose These bitches need to move on Wherever I go we're ice cold You're luke warm So independent He got it, He spend it It's nothing got more Wrist colder than the winter You know he's a pro And you're just a beginner Posing little nigga, like you is a winner Fans all up in my ear, yeah Haters only hate cuz dey scared, yeah Doing this for a couple years, yeah But they are only famous when you care, yeah Clean lyrics and I switch it, yeah Holy soul so I don't fear, yeah Gucci belt around my hips, yeah Did you know this nigga was the shit, yeah Hundred thousand dollars Pimpin on my pinky Got these suckaz mad They can't do nothing with me I'm bout to blow a bag Blowin on that sticky Got on my Jimmy Choos You wanna kick it with me Hundred thousand dollars Pimpin on my chain Got these suckaz mad I put deyy azz to shame Man I just had to get it Big money on my brain These haters looking hungry But I cannot complain