Caviar with a Bad Bitch

Just turned 21 like Savage
Caviar with a bad bitch
Too many fake friends around me had to drop all the extra baggage
Now I'm up in the studio
With the hopes that I'm gonna be at the advantage
Back to her room, she ain't wearing no panties
Unbuckle the Burberry belt on my khakis
Just turned 21 like Savage
Caviar with a bad bitch
Too many fake friends around me had to drop all the extra baggage
Now I'm up in the studio
With the hopes that I'm gonna be at the advantage
Back to her room, she ain't wearing no panties
Unbuckle the Burberry belt on my khakis

Bet that ROC gon make it, boy that shit's a lock
Puffin spliffs and shootin' shit, man just pass that Ciroc
Most of my thoughts ain't politically correct
It's hard to tell who gon riddle me next
I hit home runs, you get Little League checks
Your two-faced ass ain't show symmetry yet
Ice white Impala, I'm whippin' that Chevy
Her coochie gon flood, man there's no god damn levee
So far down her throat it feel like she got streppy
Got pain in my neck, guess that chain got too heavy
Too cold in July, think my wrist out a Yeti
I'm dumpin' this shit, just call me cousin Eddie
Hoodie and some joggers, man fuck dressin' preppy
Made it to 100, that's longer than Betty
Get set, get ready, gon punch it like Petty
Come with so much heat that whole crowd gettin' sweaty
With all of this sauce, I go good on spaghetti
I'll get a career if my rappin' be steady
I'll call my boy Tommy and he'll come with Benny
Don't bother with bitches, I'll pull up with plenty
Meet me at the crib with champagne and confetti
We'll throw us a party that go 'til next century

Just turned 21 like Savage
Caviar with a bad bitch
Too many fake friends around me had to drop all the extra baggage
Now I'm up in the studio
With the hopes that I'm gonna be at the advantage
Back to her room, she ain't wearing no panties
Unbuckle the Burberry belt on my khakis
Just turned 21 like Savage
Caviar with a bad bitch
Too many fake friends around me had to drop all the extra baggage
Now I'm up in the studio
With the hopes that I'm gonna be at the advantage
Back to her room, she ain't wearing no panties
Unbuckle the Burberry belt on my khakis

All black buffs they be calling me classy
Eighth of runtz in the coupe got me antsy
Eating caviar with a bad bitch didn't know I be feeling so fancy
Her pussy got miles like a New York taxi
Upgrade the style with a brand new Patek
They didn't expect I'd be going this hard
When I ain't even made a few thousand yet
Remember the days I ain't slept
Soon I'm gonna Margiella step
Gucci on deck got the rep
Must have got bit by a spider 'cause all of these bitches they stuck to me
Just like some webs
We ain't celebs just yet
Scraping the cash in the zoo to avoid all the debt
Run to the stu where we add in presets
I don't be kind to intentional threats
Knee to the gut and I'm taking your breath
When you around me you show the respect
I ain't the one who gonna talk about murder, but sometimes I get all these thoughts in my head
Louis Vuitton and it's on every thread
Gucci fur: double G's they embedded
She got no panties laying in my bed
What I gotta do for some head

Just turned 21 like Savage
Caviar with a bad bitch
Too many fake friends around me had to drop all the extra baggage
Now I'm up in the studio
With the hopes that I'm gonna be at the advantage
Back to her room, she ain't wearing no panties
Unbuckle the Burberry belt on my khakis
Just turned 21 like Savage
Caviar with a bad bitch
Too many fake friends around me had to drop all the extra baggage
Now I'm up in the studio
With the hopes that I'm gonna be at the advantage
Back to her room, she ain't wearing no panties
Unbuckle the Burberry belt on my khakis



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Writer(s): Thomas Casari
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