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fireworks - no savage lyrics

[intro]
glizzy, what you cooking up?
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, mob
uh, uh
yeah
feelin’ this sh*t, uh, uh, [?] the low*low
uh, uh, uh, yeah this sh*t right here this it
uh uh

[verse]
they dropped the price on the bags uh, i let ’em go for the low*low
i caught him loafing and pushed up on him uh, that n*gga didn’t want no smoke
come off the top ’cause this sh*t can’t get wrote
can’t have ’em with me ’cause these n*ggas too broke
n*ggas be goofy they breaking that bro code
really got dope put that sh*t in a choke hold
broke*ass n*ggas don’t know how to get back
mari got k!lled and i can’t let this sh*t fly
hop out the car two glocks when i switch shots
he from the yo but it’s crazy he switched sides
he did a k!lling and turned up hot
i’m on the yo like i’m stuck in the trap
i’m payin’ sh*t tryna get the man whacked
he should’ve been dead but f*ck it it’s time
they don’t know that this rap sh*t more than a rhyme
none of these n*ggas ain’t realer than mine
these n*ggas hot but they don’t want me find ’em
i wasn’t sh*t now it’s crazy i’m shinin’
cap*ass n*ggas ain’t none of them honest
savage be dunking on n*ggas like giannis
we in the wrong but we still come bomb ’em
make an explosion a f*cking atomic
uh, uh, i don’t want none of you n*ggas be living
i think about k!lling and get down to business
no mike epps but i’m all about benjamins
pull on his block and i’m droppin’ a dark tint
i’m posted up on the yo with a glock 10
i saw my man and he ended up boxed in
sh*t ain’t a movie a n*gga ain’t clock in
i’m from the yo and i grew up the hard way
i got that fully k it make a block shake
why do they think i don’t know that they perpretuate
mom crying her baby got k!lled at an early age
we sellin’ dope but we all gotta rotate
they on my d*ck but i watch how they throw shade
i hit a b*tch and i want her go both ways
i’m all alone but my name still hold weight
i got his opp ass cremated
these n*ggas broke so we can’t be related
these n*ggas b*tches and that’s why they keep hatin’
and i done f*cked on a b*tch that they keep savin’
get out my way or get k!lled that’s your best bet
i got his b*tch givin’ neck she my new pet
i got him whacked and i’m screaming out “who next?”
if you know the gang then you gotta stay true to that
southside resident i’m where them shooters at
i’m where them [?] at
they k!lled my dawg and i don’t know how true is that
[?] blew at me and missed what the f*ck was he shootin’ at
crazy a rookie can come out and k!ll a vet’
keep it low talkin’ i shoot where your ceiling at
n*ggas know wop be wherever that bag at
can’t let a rat pass you gotta smash that

- no savage lyrics

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