Randy Savage
For what it's worth, we get it poppin
No new niggas cause they plotting
We ain't have as many options
I got tired of window shopping
I done forgave but ain't forgotten
Wrap it up, I think they knockin'
We don't save them hoes, we swap em
Now I'm up they say it's shocking
Talmbout L's we never seen it
Down 3-1, we undefeated
She act boujee and conceited
Mention me and get deleted
I'm letting go of my old habits
Macho Man, no Randy Savage
I see lotta niggas average
All-Star, come get a package (come on!)
Put me inna league
Spray em like Ferbreze (Baa)
Used to starting engines, want the one don't need the keys
Why you still half naked?... stop it it wit' the tease (Why?)
God forbid the they touch the mob, I'm gon do more then print some tee's
You done got rich up off that stimmy
Now you pockets empty
Bitch I walk it like I talk it, need 200 for entry
Know I'm hated on by many
Don't you try to temp me
Killas boutta call away, ah get em' gone up in a jiffy
Eyes low, feet up like I'm Bruce Lee
It jiggle different when she put on that lil two piece
I'm mad as fuck, got some ash on my new fleece
We tired of rentals tryna' sign off onnat new lease
I was always taught to lead, you won't see me tryna' chase
& if I ever do sum dirt I won't never leave a trace
It's Money moves wit' my plug every time we touchin' base
Put in work wit' all this rappin, time for in and outta states
No new niggas cause they plotting
We ain't have as many options
I got tired of window shopping
I done forgave but ain't forgotten
Wrap it up, I think they knockin'
We don't save them hoes, we swap em
Now I'm up they say it's shocking
Talmbout L's we never seen it
Down 3-1, we undefeated
She act boujee and conceited
Mention me and get deleted
I'm letting go of my old habits
Macho Man, no Randy Savage
I see lotta niggas average
All-Star, come get a package (come on!)
Put me inna league
Spray em like Ferbreze (Baa)
Used to starting engines, want the one don't need the keys
Why you still half naked?... stop it it wit' the tease (Why?)
God forbid the they touch the mob, I'm gon do more then print some tee's
You done got rich up off that stimmy
Now you pockets empty
Bitch I walk it like I talk it, need 200 for entry
Know I'm hated on by many
Don't you try to temp me
Killas boutta call away, ah get em' gone up in a jiffy
Eyes low, feet up like I'm Bruce Lee
It jiggle different when she put on that lil two piece
I'm mad as fuck, got some ash on my new fleece
We tired of rentals tryna' sign off onnat new lease
I was always taught to lead, you won't see me tryna' chase
& if I ever do sum dirt I won't never leave a trace
It's Money moves wit' my plug every time we touchin' base
Put in work wit' all this rappin, time for in and outta states
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Writer(s): Davion Lee
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