Letra Hd Based Savage

Hd

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, yeah

Rockstar shit, little bitch
Pull up on his block, on his street
K.K.K. on my feet
Young nigga broke, he ain't eatin' in weeks
That boy eat in the street
Right now, that boy havin' a feast
Yeah, bon appétit
Cook up, mhm, Chef Boyardee
I try to [?], like a leaf
It's a new year, but I'm makin' it leap
I got the grip on the stick, like a Wii
I got the gold on my neck, on my teeth
Uh, shine, uh, I mean
Uh, get blind, uh, for weeks
Uh, for buyers, uh, for keeps
Yeah, I'm tired, uh, yeah, ain't no show, uh, yeah
In the sky, uh, yeah, yeah, let's go, uh, yeah
Get that rye, uh, yeah, get that dough, uh, yeah
Leave 'em red, uh, yeah, like a [?], uh, yeah, yeah, uh

Poppin' percocets, she's tellin' me to stop that shit
But I can't stop that shit, perkies got me feelin' lit
All relaxed and shit, tryna blow her back and shit
But I can't love that bitch, you know I had to dump that bitch
Doublin' back [?]
Fucked that bitch in her back and I'm breakin' her bones
Big ass gun put your ass in the ground
You are not my bitch, stop hittin' my phone
Ayy, she suck on my dick, got me hard as a stone
Psychedelics got me in the mind zone
I just want the money, just leave me alone
Stop stealin' my swag, lil' nigga, you a clone
Ayy, we came up, now niggas be hatin'
Hop out the Wraith, how a nigga be skatin'
Look at my wrist, how a nigga be bakin'
Hittin' that ho', lil' bitch, I ain't cakin'
Want work, now I got your bitch naked
Run up, get fried like some bacon
Shooter with dreads, he look like he Haitian
[?] how I'm runnin' in, Asian
Bitches be burnt, my niggas be turnt
Your pockets be hurt, ain't nothin' worse
Your life is a curse
I'm feelin' like Kurt, no Angle
Broke lil' niggas, fuck up your ankles
Switch up flow, I feel a lil' uzi
Set it up, I feel a lil' boujee
She gave me that brain and threw me that coochie
I throw a lil' money, she shakin' her booty
I wearin' all Prada, she wearin' all Gucci
Let the Glock sing, just like it's [?]
I gave her the soothing, I'm rockin' the nudy
I don't see me, shout out Young Nudy
I don't see me, shout out Young Nudy
I've been signed so how could you feel me?
I walk in your trap like you already knew me
I work on her back on I ask for that coochie

Wait, wait, wait, wait girl, that's my jam
Beat a nigga up, Def Jam
I be in her back, like a ram
Ballin' like Kevin Durant
I be in the club, like Sams
How that boy gettin' that money? I know that he broke
Bro get he bread like under the boat
He got the [?], I ain't talkin' 'bout [?]
Yeah, we gettin' money, no float
That nigga lame
All on Twitter, he talk like he king
I never heard of these lil' niggas, man
He the type to just walk in the rain
He said [?]
He got somethin', lil' boy, stop the train
I am posted up, like a crane
And that shorty, she lookin' so pained
[?]
I'm 'bout that blue, like a [?]
[?]
You cannot see, I'm John Cena
[?: 2:10]

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