Album: Savages (2017)

Homicide

Boom, bitch!
Spray the whole room, bitch, on that goon shit
Move bitch!
Fuck up out my way, skirt, vroom, bitch!
Savage niggas!
We pop out at night, that raccoon shit
Checking in at daylight, but you can still get smoked at noon, bitch

Boom, boom, boom, bitch!
We play with the same guns off Doom, bitch
They like, "when 2 Cups Part 3 gon' drop?"
I'm like, "soon bitch!"
If you still ain't heard 2 Cups Part 1, then get in tune, bitch
Bangers steel say, stainless steel like a spoon kit
Glaaat, bitch!
That's that Tec, bitch, or that Mac, bitch
Brains all on the floor, I'll let it blow, till' his shit splash, bitch
Get back, bitch!
Smoking dead niggas, we can match, bitch
They say when they catch me, they gon' whack me
Still ain't whack shit!
Lack, bitch? I don't lack, bitch, I got my gat, bitch
Flame up, fuck is that shit? Bitch, that cat piss
It's reeking, nigga, and we eating nigga
On that fat shit!
Fresh up outta' jail wrecking shit
Like Da Brat, bitch!
Skirt, bitch, what's the word, bitch?
Fuck what you heard, bitch!
Young Pappy a savage, turn your block into the Purge, bitch
Let it spray, shout out to the K, and free Bird, bitch
That's your main? Shout out to her brain, hella nerd, bitch

Swerve, bitch!
Better not be on my block trying to serve shit
Why you trying to beef with me your goof' ass from the burbs, bitch?
Pistol to his mouth, he started stumbling over his words, bitch
Put your shit on the curb, his brains look like he still ain't learn shit
Swerve, bitch!
Better not be on my block trying to serve shit
Why you trying to beef with me your goof' ass from the burbs, bitch?
Pistol to his mouth, he steady, stumbling over his words, bitch
Put your shit on the curb, his brains look like he still ain't learn shit

Time for me to Spaz, nigga
Shout out my bro Spazz, nigga
Go and diss, I ain't gon' respond, that's your ass, nigga
Try to rob who? Bitch, please, I'll be the last, nigga
Pull this bitch out like a futon, Jimmy Neutron, I'll blast niggas
Is you mad, nigga?
I don't honor no man with no badge, nigga
All I know is get cash, nigga
Stunting hard like my dad, nigga
Love living this life, shorty
I done earned my stripes like plaid, nigga
All you gotta do is ask niggas
Body bag, fuck a casket, nigga
Them head shots
Rolling up all the dead ops
Free Leek out the fed's spot
Boy these niggas softer than tampons
I'm knowing, nigga, ain't no probably I'm blowing
Nigga, hell nah, I ain't going for no one
Double Twos what I'm pouring
Shorty, that's that Two Cups
Nigga I don't give two fucks, about none of y'all niggas!
Say the ops trying to turn up
Take one of us, we taking some of y'all niggas!
Shorty we ain't going for that
Niggas gonna feel sorry for that
Making niggas have heart attacks
But we ain't falling back
My niggas be on all of that
Gun fights, fuck a brawling match

Boy, it's 2015, young nigga, at the age of fifteen
He was out here - clapping shit, whacking shit, putting niggas on that big screen!
Them niggas talk that savage shit, actually they don't even know what that shit mean!
Point and aim, I got a green bean that'll turn a nigga into a string bean
Boy, it's 2015, young nigga, at the age of fifteen
He was out here - clapping shit, whacking shit, putting niggas on that big screen!
Them niggas talk that savage shit, actually they don't even know what that shit mean!
Point and aim, I got a green bean that'll turn a nigga into a string bean