Savage Flow
Yea
Lil Bitch shaking ass
With her hands up
Said she ain't never
Been in a lamb truck
She riding around town
With Extendo
Her man call her phone But
She keep on hanging up
She said she want a BBL
I told that Iil bitch keep on saving up
Every time I hit I-93 I ain't going
For free yea you know that I'm doubling up
Get me them bands and I count it up
Better be on point ain't no fuckin up
I ain't gon hold you lately
I been fuckin up
I been letting my demons
Get the best of me
Wanna figure me out
Want the recipe
Yea we ballin' like
We in the major leagues
Man these fuck niggas
Can't even get next to me
Broke niggas can not
Get next to me, why
He man of the minute
I'm man of the hour
On block with the gang
And we smokin' on sour
Extendo he slidin
He pull up with ZaZa
It go to the head
Yea that straight to the Mata
I'm feelin way up there
Like I'm on a tower
I'm feelin way up there
Like I got some powers
He say he want smoke
But we don't smoke alike
I say he get smoked
It's However you like
Them bullets be hot like
Me up on the mic
We don't give no warning that's
Your final strike
He gasping for air call it
His final fight
Keep playin with gang bet he won't
See the light
Creep up where you stay like a thief
In the night
No break in and entering I
Come in polite
Jumped off the porch
Since a mufuckin' jit
Turnt in my hood
Mufuka I been lit
Stuck to the code
I ain't need me no script
Forever been humble but
Feel like the shit
My niggas been valid
That shit so legit
Straight out the jungle
With snakes and gorillas
I move by my lonely
But trust I know hittas
Don't try to play me
Might turn into a killa yea
Don't turn me to a killa
In the field with them
Lions and gorillas
I ain't never fucked
With rats
You see L.L 22
Stamped on my hat
And the opps never
Get back
We stepping on shit
Thru the city
You niggas ain't with it
You ain't never get ur get back
I get so high I could touch
The stars
I get so high I feel Like
I'm on Mars
I get so high I could touch
The stars
I get so high I feel like
I'm on Mars
Moon walking on the moon
I be so turnt you can't
Kill my mood
Moon walkin' on the moon
I be so turnt you can't
Kill my mood
When we pull up
Better tell me
Where the cash at
Ion do drugs but show me
Where the stash at
How you talkin' gansta
You could never back that
Can't fuck with these goofies
Make me back track
Want my money tall
Tryna make it stack stack
Got a monkey talkin to him
On his back back
Thotty tryna give me top
But it's trash trash
Bitch it's pedal to the metal
On the gas gas yea
Lil Bitch shaking ass
With her hands up
Said she ain't never
Been in a lamb truck
She riding around town
With Extendo
Her man call her phone But
She keep on hanging up
She said she want a BBL
I told that Iil bitch keep on saving up
Every time I hit I-93 I ain't going
For free yea you know that I'm doubling up
Get me them bands and I count it up
Better be on point ain't no fuckin up
I ain't gon hold you lately
I been fuckin up
I been letting my demons
Get the best of me
Wanna figure me out
Want the recipe
Yea we ballin' like
We in the major leagues
Man these fuck niggas
Can't even get next to me
Broke niggas can not
Get next to me, why
He man of the minute
I'm man of the hour
On block with the gang
And we smokin' on sour
Extendo he slidin
He pull up with ZaZa
It go to the head
Yea that straight to the Mata
I'm feelin way up there
Like I'm on a tower
I'm feelin way up there
Like I got some powers
He say he want smoke
But we don't smoke alike
I say he get smoked
It's However you like
Them bullets be hot like
Me up on the mic
We don't give no warning that's
Your final strike
He gasping for air call it
His final fight
Keep playin with gang bet he won't
See the light
Creep up where you stay like a thief
In the night
No break in and entering I
Come in polite
Jumped off the porch
Since a mufuckin' jit
Turnt in my hood
Mufuka I been lit
Stuck to the code
I ain't need me no script
Forever been humble but
Feel like the shit
My niggas been valid
That shit so legit
Straight out the jungle
With snakes and gorillas
I move by my lonely
But trust I know hittas
Don't try to play me
Might turn into a killa yea
Don't turn me to a killa
In the field with them
Lions and gorillas
I ain't never fucked
With rats
You see L.L 22
Stamped on my hat
And the opps never
Get back
We stepping on shit
Thru the city
You niggas ain't with it
You ain't never get ur get back
I get so high I could touch
The stars
I get so high I feel Like
I'm on Mars
I get so high I could touch
The stars
I get so high I feel like
I'm on Mars
Moon walking on the moon
I be so turnt you can't
Kill my mood
Moon walkin' on the moon
I be so turnt you can't
Kill my mood
When we pull up
Better tell me
Where the cash at
Ion do drugs but show me
Where the stash at
How you talkin' gansta
You could never back that
Can't fuck with these goofies
Make me back track
Want my money tall
Tryna make it stack stack
Got a monkey talkin to him
On his back back
Thotty tryna give me top
But it's trash trash
Bitch it's pedal to the metal
On the gas gas yea
Credits
Writer(s): Extendo .
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