message - no savage lyrics
[intro]
(snair jordan)
(turn me up, juu)
uh
[chorus]
wop, uh, n*gga throw dirt on my name, let ’em know i’m a man
i been runnin’ the streets, but they know that i still got my gun in my hand
n*gga play, i’ma spray him
if i tell her the truth, she would not understand
if i tell her the truth, then she might take the stand
gotta know it ain’t wrote, this sh*t can’t be a plan
and the b*tch was the reason that bro in the can
bought the coke, i got junkies that test it
i ain’t totin’ the drac’ ‘less the young n*ggas tell it
if you steppin’ for me, n*gga, go send a message
you ain’t got enough drop, get the bake, n*gga, stretch ‘еm
he a daily customer, he can gеt extra
and i really send hits, i don’t get into threatenin’
fn shootin’ blocks, n*gga, let’s play tetris
b*tch eatin’ so much, take the d*ck and digest it
[verse]
really f*ck n*ggas’ b*tches, but not even flexin’
let ’em speak on my past, ’cause i’m better
i can handle my business and stand on my cheddar
she was never my b*tch, she did not get a necklace
that b*tch fakin’ her babies, tryna dig in my treasure
i’m not crazy, but might shoot a b*tch what i tell ’em
and it’s crazy, whatever i get, i can sell it
and i sip out the pint, this sh*t not even measured
and to play with my cash, you gon’ die if you ever
ain’t no lowerin’ the price, bet your plug, i could beat him
i could go halfway on this sh*t, i could meet it
n*gga try to get off, but that drac’ the procedure
caught a 7.62 and his ass had a seizure
i ain’t droppin’ sh*t yet, but i give ’em a teaser
take a b*tch on a date, she be good if i treat her
got a n*gga, she don’t even think she gon’ leave him
she be stayin’ with me when her n*gga mistreat her
i be helpin’ my fam, i don’t care where my sack at
ain’t takin’ my sh*t, n*gga better not try that
those pills look pressed, n*gga better not buy that
try sell me that sh*t and get put where the sky at
d*mn near dead, but i just can’t progress
losin’ people that’s close to me why i be stressed
n*ggas countin’ me out when i’m helpin’ the set
i don’t got no help, only help is the mac
it’s good to be here, this sh*t feel like a miracle
hit after hit and i do this sh*t lyrical
told him it’s drink and i sold him some theraflu
told him it’s pack and finessed him with bird food
play with this sh*t, send them youngins to swerve through
i don’t know why you keep talkin’, i heard you
junkie was beggin’, bro, i ain’t tryna serve you
he had a new plug, when he hit it, it curled him
foe geekin’ now, he got a young n*gga nervous
f*cked up from this sh*t, that sh*t hurtin’ his nerves
yeah, he street, but he still went to church for the word
seen somebody die, seen all white birds
he ain’t never gon’ come out again on the first
sh*t real, sh*t can’t just be put in no verse
i don’t never be sweet ’cause i think ’bout the worst
i thought sh*t was a joke ’til i carried a he*rs*
[chorus]
wop, uh, n*gga throw dirt on my name, let ’em know i’m a man
i been runnin’ the streets, but they know that i still got my gun in my hand
n*gga play, i’ma spray him
if i tell her the truth, she would not understand
if i tell her the truth, then she might take the stand
gotta know it ain’t wrote, this sh*t can’t be a plan
and the b*tch was the reason that bro in the can
bought the coke, i got junkies that test it
i ain’t totin’ the drac’ ‘less the young n*ggas tell it
if you steppin’ for me, n*gga, go send a message
you ain’t got enough drop, get the bake, n*gga, stretch ’em
he a daily customer, he can get extra
and i really send hits, i don’t get into threatenin’
fn shootin’ blocks, n*gga, let’s play tetris
b*tch eatin’ so much, take the d*ck and digest it
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