Savage

Yo Devin, I didn't make your average so you threw me out the cottage
Then I took your message and it turned me to a savage
Bro you know you like me now but you can't make my average
You like my Gucci, like my Milly, them pooci racks so millie

Designer shoes, shiny rings, pretty girls in my hood
Ugly hoes, not my hood, Goat reloaded
Shanks everywhere, Glock on my wrist, ready for an op
Ready for an op Ready for an op Ready for an op

Please, please, please, please, please
I'm savage like Megan, you can never be me, be me
You gon' need a pardy, or cry to your daddy, daddy
Cartier emboded, 24k all on my wrist

Don't check my style, style on fleek
Lick my click, this slugs on click
You can check em off, every fashion week
You might need a wick, to outshine this drip, outshine this drip, outshine this drip

I didn't make your average so you threw me out the cottage
Then I took your message and it turned me to a savage
Bro you know you like me now but you can't make my average
You like my Gucci, like my Milly, them pooci racks so millie

Survival mood was all I had
Cause you went ahead to take my breath
God felt me well, then I came back
Survival mood, now you dail me up
Rival mood, load the rifle to end it all
I ain't scared of death, walk through the shadows
Only God i fear, only God i fear

I didn't make your average so you threw me out the cottage
Then I took your message and it turned me to a savage
Bro you know you like me now but you can't make my average
You like my Gucci, like my Milly, them pooci racks so millie
Please, please, please, please, please



Credits
Writer(s): Moses Balogun
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link