Save Me
I been smoking this weed but that shit ain't gonna save me lil nigga
Know these niggas they hating they hate me lil nigga
Yeah I'm counting my money my pockets look bigger
Yeah this bitch eat me up while I'm gone off the liquor
Give her a Uber you know I ain't gone hit her
Just want my nut like a squirrel now she bitter
She mad in her feelings she typing on Twitter
Damn how you gone get mad but don't gotta bag what that make you just a lil quitter
I stay on my grind I'm taking my time it's something for you to consider
Why the fuck you even with her
I told you she go you was better off fucking the sister
That nigga was wild he don't even know what she did she was sucking my dick and you kissed her
I need me a alias joint with a whole lotta money who dress in all white like the winter
We get to flipping this shit made a whole lotta money just trying pull up in a sprinter
When it come to this rapping shit niggas be copycats niggas be copy and paste like a printer
I'm screaming the four man I hope that it save me I'm praying to god cause he know I'm a sinner
Know I'm a sinner damn
I been smoking this weed but that shit it ain't gonna save me lil nigga
Know these niggas they hating they hate me lil nigga
Yeah I'm counting my money my pockets look bigger
Yeah this bitch eat me up while I'm gone off the liquor
Give her a Uber you know I ain't gone hit her
Just want my nut like a squirrel now she bitter
She mad in her feelings she typing on Twitter
I been smoking this weed but that shit it ain't gonna save me lil nigga
Know these niggas they hating they hate me lil Nîgga
I'm counting my money my pockets look bigger
Yeah this bitch eat me up while I'm gone off the liquor
Give her a Uber you know I ain't gone hit her
Just want my nut like a squirrel now she bitter
She mad in her feelings she typing on Twitter
And I know you broke lil nigga your pockets is screaming they just keep on yelling out save me
And I grab the pack out the bag and the fiends get hungry like fast food serve them then pay me
Used to say no now she all down my back cause she know I'm the one call me Tracy McGrady
They keep saying drop drop drop cause this shit really crack man you'd probably be rich in the eighties
Bitch if I end up in court know my brothers right with me and neither of us Davy Ruffins
Say he got sticks he just talking percussion when y'all in that jam man I saw he was bluffing
Talking that shit in her ear and she love it
Oh this your bitch why the fuck would you cuff it?
We getting them bags for the low have them rushing he owe everybody he ain't touching nothing
Man I'm finna send every shawty to Oregon tell you the truth man these bitches be ducks
I know this bitch who got Tootsie Pop head she know how many licks it take until I buss
Don't come test your luck have you screaming out save me better think twice about playing with us
I'm just gone re-up again and again and again give a fuck if I'm having enough
Cause I used to serve only dubs and eights
Had to get in my bag I went M.I.A.
Know she looking down mad sorry Lottie Mae
But it's the way that we chasing these racks today
I got avatar money they coming with blue faces tell a fuck nigga shut up and pay me
Her nigga ain't got no emotion man that shit over here and she blow up my phone saying save me nigga
I been smoking this weed but that shit it ain't gonna save me lil nigga
Know these niggas they hating they hate me lil nigga
Yeah I'm counting my money my pockets look bigger
Yeah this bitch eat me up while I'm gone off the liquor
Give her a Uber you know I ain't gone hit her
Just want my nut like a squirrel now she bitter
She mad in her feelings she typing on Twitter
I been smoking this weed but that shit it ain't gonna save me lil nigga
Know these niggas they hating they hate me lil Nîgga
I'm counting my money my pockets look bigger
Yeah this bitch eat me up while I'm gone off the liquor
Give her a Uber you know I ain't gone hit her
Just want my nut like a squirrel now she bitter
She mad in her feelings she typing on Twitter
Know these niggas they hating they hate me lil nigga
Yeah I'm counting my money my pockets look bigger
Yeah this bitch eat me up while I'm gone off the liquor
Give her a Uber you know I ain't gone hit her
Just want my nut like a squirrel now she bitter
She mad in her feelings she typing on Twitter
Damn how you gone get mad but don't gotta bag what that make you just a lil quitter
I stay on my grind I'm taking my time it's something for you to consider
Why the fuck you even with her
I told you she go you was better off fucking the sister
That nigga was wild he don't even know what she did she was sucking my dick and you kissed her
I need me a alias joint with a whole lotta money who dress in all white like the winter
We get to flipping this shit made a whole lotta money just trying pull up in a sprinter
When it come to this rapping shit niggas be copycats niggas be copy and paste like a printer
I'm screaming the four man I hope that it save me I'm praying to god cause he know I'm a sinner
Know I'm a sinner damn
I been smoking this weed but that shit it ain't gonna save me lil nigga
Know these niggas they hating they hate me lil nigga
Yeah I'm counting my money my pockets look bigger
Yeah this bitch eat me up while I'm gone off the liquor
Give her a Uber you know I ain't gone hit her
Just want my nut like a squirrel now she bitter
She mad in her feelings she typing on Twitter
I been smoking this weed but that shit it ain't gonna save me lil nigga
Know these niggas they hating they hate me lil Nîgga
I'm counting my money my pockets look bigger
Yeah this bitch eat me up while I'm gone off the liquor
Give her a Uber you know I ain't gone hit her
Just want my nut like a squirrel now she bitter
She mad in her feelings she typing on Twitter
And I know you broke lil nigga your pockets is screaming they just keep on yelling out save me
And I grab the pack out the bag and the fiends get hungry like fast food serve them then pay me
Used to say no now she all down my back cause she know I'm the one call me Tracy McGrady
They keep saying drop drop drop cause this shit really crack man you'd probably be rich in the eighties
Bitch if I end up in court know my brothers right with me and neither of us Davy Ruffins
Say he got sticks he just talking percussion when y'all in that jam man I saw he was bluffing
Talking that shit in her ear and she love it
Oh this your bitch why the fuck would you cuff it?
We getting them bags for the low have them rushing he owe everybody he ain't touching nothing
Man I'm finna send every shawty to Oregon tell you the truth man these bitches be ducks
I know this bitch who got Tootsie Pop head she know how many licks it take until I buss
Don't come test your luck have you screaming out save me better think twice about playing with us
I'm just gone re-up again and again and again give a fuck if I'm having enough
Cause I used to serve only dubs and eights
Had to get in my bag I went M.I.A.
Know she looking down mad sorry Lottie Mae
But it's the way that we chasing these racks today
I got avatar money they coming with blue faces tell a fuck nigga shut up and pay me
Her nigga ain't got no emotion man that shit over here and she blow up my phone saying save me nigga
I been smoking this weed but that shit it ain't gonna save me lil nigga
Know these niggas they hating they hate me lil nigga
Yeah I'm counting my money my pockets look bigger
Yeah this bitch eat me up while I'm gone off the liquor
Give her a Uber you know I ain't gone hit her
Just want my nut like a squirrel now she bitter
She mad in her feelings she typing on Twitter
I been smoking this weed but that shit it ain't gonna save me lil nigga
Know these niggas they hating they hate me lil Nîgga
I'm counting my money my pockets look bigger
Yeah this bitch eat me up while I'm gone off the liquor
Give her a Uber you know I ain't gone hit her
Just want my nut like a squirrel now she bitter
She mad in her feelings she typing on Twitter
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Writer(s): Stephan Wright
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