Savage Mode Lyrics

[Intro]
Mama, Zachary making beats again
Two4
My nigga Two4 the goat, these other niggas basic

[Verse]
That bitch wanna set me up, she mad that I don't f*ck with her
But if she ever sent me, AR-15 just gon' f*ck her up
No, I don't give two f*cks, nigga, I got blue bucks
Shot him in his shit since his p*ssy ass bootin' up
I'm a young, fly nigga, f*ck throwin' my shoes on
My shooters be on standby, I wish a nigga move wrong
AR with no stock and no kick, that bitch two tone
Spot a opp and pop his ass, these choppa bullets too long
I'm smoking gas, this ZaZa pack is too strong
Might run off in yo' shit, we gon' home invade when you home
Got me a bitch, first I f*ck her then I move on
[?] hit a stain so after sex, ho, put your shoes on
Beat a nigga block like a drum with the seven-six
To this bitch, knock out yo' lungs
We gon' come and get you, bitch, we jugg shit for fun
Run up on him with the K and put that bitch on his tongue, gang
These niggas, they be lame, they diss me for the fame
Niggas really out here dying 'cause they speaking on the gang
I advise to shut the f*ck up, bitch and stay off in your lane
Fool, your head be on the wheel and paramedics find your brain
Had to fingerf*ck the chopper, that's why all them bullets came
Pull up on a nigga block, I bet his shirt gon' have a stain
If I'm hoppin' out the car, I bet I let this AR sang Run it down, know what the name
Throw them nade and f*ck your Range
Now his goofy ass dead, he got hit all in the brain
Got my dick off in her stomach, yeah, she already came
Shots fired, boom, boom, yeah, they hit his mains
Man, these niggas ain't drillin', we the real GetBackGang
All these rookie ass rappers tryna rap like me
But they ain't never stood behind a heater and clapped like me
I'm a prodigy, you're p*ssy, boy, it ain't that hard to see
These bitches jockin' me on Instagram, boy, yo' ho follow me
There ain't no stoppin' me, these niggas, they love pocket watchin' me
I get you hit for free but no nigga want have to drill for me
But they secure for me so for the gang, you know I kill for free
This shit instilled in me and whatever it killin, buildin' me
They talkin' 'bout killin' me, they better know I keep my steel with me
We on a winnin' streak, I love the streets but won't go in the streets
You get a [?], got two twenty-threes and you get ten apiece
Your bitch be feelin' me, her groupie ass just want a pic with me, gang
Niggas better stop playing like we don't really swing blocks
NIggas better stop actin', like he can catch that headshot
Bodies in my city, got this drill shit in a headlock
Hit him with that cut, I make a nigga whole head bop

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