Savage Shit Lyrics

Savage Shit Lyrics

(D-D-DJ FMCT)
We on all savage sh*t, all savage sh*t, yeah
We on all savage sh*t, all savage sh*t, yeah
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Ayy, ayy
Doodie in this b**ch
Yeah, f**k the opps, nigga
f**k wrong with these niggas?
Yeah, yeah

We on all savage sh*t
Catch a opp and clap his b**ch
We got all exotic guns, we ain't got no average sh*t
Take this switch up off my hip
Hit his leg and made him trip
Then hit his top and then we gon' dip
Now all the opps up on the rip

b**ch, we bullet-proof the truck and foenem slidin' with them Drac's
And my shorties catchin' bodies, FaceTime me and drop the rakes
Got his lo', get his safe
b**ch, I'm rich, f**k a case
And you better have that wheel with that switch in that straight, nigga

We in SRTs, they can't catch up, ayy
Bro do like 160, lil' folks don't let up, ayy
Every time he do a high speed he gettin' better
Shortie got that wheel, on the guys he gon' whip up
Ayy, I got like fifty on top, get it done, ayy
Slide through that b**ch, they slide every day for fun, ayy
It's a switch up on the back of every f**kin' gun, ayy
Shortie want that smoke, we hit his chest, fill up his lungs, ayy

I ain't stoppin' sh*t, he want to slide, he want to kill
I can make him offed in the bushes, creepin' where he live
sh*t, I'm off ten Xanny pills, guns here, granny crib
I'm comin' where your family live, b**ch, it is what it is
Did him dirty with a Drac', got Glocks by the crate
I be slidin' in the A, I'm outside every day
Niggas dyin' everyday, flrr, five to his face, nigga
Five to his face, nigga, yeah, ayy

Pop out, get up close, hit is face, ayy
I was never in the car, hop out chase, ayy
I was the first one tryna slide, I was never late
I think I shot a opp the other day, I was too high, I was outer space, ayy
Hop out all black on cool sh*t, ayy
I was at his crib, in the bushes on some smooth sh*t, ayy
Poppin' out with two switches on some new sh*t, ayy
We the ones that do hits and all the opps ain't do sh*t, go

Ayy, why you talkin' 'bout you caught some bodies?
Now you in a coffin, dummy
I'm with real killers that's they f**kin' hobby
We turn up the murder rate
Niggas hoes and they know they fake
Used to sell crack, ran out, sold soda bake
Goofy ass in the way, back trappin', made a ten a day
Caught him with his b**ch, damn, should I let him live today?

Ayy, if I don't go my brother go
We knock sh*t down like dominios
Time to go, vámonos
If it's not a switch it's a Draco
You come with a pipe, we take those
All the dead opps, we make those
If you tweakin' at the show, we shakin' sh*t, go
Yeah