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savages - young pappy lyrics

[bridge]
flats done turned a n-gga savage
i swear i don’t give a f-ck ’bout sh-t now
my b-tch do everything for me
i don’t even give a f-ck ’bout my b-tch now (f-ck that!)
got a couple labels callin’ my phone
so i’m finna hit the block with a whole brick now
make shorty ‘nem get down with the get down
standin’ up for his homie, make his -ss sit down
(boom, boom, boom, boom!)

[refrain]
shorty, i got clout
know you better watch your mouth
’cause i got a couple hitters out south
that’ll pop up at a n-gga crib and be already in
like they got a set of keys to your house
got a couple hoes thick and pretty as f-ck
that’ll set a n-gga up for a lil bit of none
and they ain’t e’en—e’en got a problem with you f-ckin’
after the job done, they just want they money

[verse 1]
the real life definition of savage
steal a n-gga like he ain’t want me to have it
your b-tch wanna f-ck ’cause she know that your average
designer logos be all on my fabrics
swear i’ma go crazy on all of these tracks
i hung up in her face, why she callin’ me back?
if i don’t answer, she gon’ keep callin’ me back (thotties, thotties)
textin’ me, like: “why you never follow me back?” (thotties)
they keep callin’ me this, they keep callin’ me that
but i don’t give a f-ck what a hater got to say about me
they let me off papers, got bond money on deck
so the county? they won’t get a day up out me!
i got shorties tryna put in work for me, that’s like 10, 11 years old
i never expected this, i used to give ’em dollars when they was like seven years old
now, they bad -ss asking me for poles
they know every word to all of my songs
unknown numbers callin’ my phone
“i ain’t tryna talk, leave me alone!”
knowin’ me, i’m from the pole, where it’s cold
really on the road somewhere doing shows
you can catch me on the mag with the moes
posted on sunnyside with some hoes
but i’m off lawrence ave, where the folks be at
how you lookin’ for me? hoe, you know where we at
not from over there, but you over there?
don’t get caught somewhere you ain’t ‘posed to be at!
if you hangin’ with ’em, we gon’ let it be that
why you takin’ pictures where you never be at?
gotta keep that b-tch on us wherever we at
if you scared, go to church, where the reverend be at!

[hook]
and i ain’t scared, n-gga (nah)
how i be lackin’ if i ain’t dead, n-gga? (f-ck?)
i’ll put a quarter pound on your head, n-gga (nah)
watch shorty smoke it all with his friends, n-gga (dope, dope!)
once you dead, n-gga!
i’m the man, n-gga
i can’t stand n-ggas (nah)
i used to do the hits, now i’m payin’ n-ggas (boom)
six to 30, i get caught again (nah)
but i keep that b-tch on me just ’cause i can (glah!)
and i ain’t scared, n-gga (f-ck?)
how i be lackin’ if i ain’t dead, n-gga? (what the f-ck?)
i’ll put a quarter pound on your head, n-gga
watch shorty smoke it all with his friends, n-gga (dope, dope)
once you dead, n-gga! (smoke some dope!)
i’m the man, n-gga (what the f-ck?)
i can’t stand n-ggas
i used to do the hits, now i’m payin’ n-ggas (boom, boom!)
six to 30, i get caught again (nah)
but i keep that b-tch on me just ’cause i can

[verse 2]
f-ck a friend, i keep spazz with me (spazz)
’cause y’all know my lil brother gon’ blast with me (gon’ blast)
if you run, he gon’ get on your -ss with me
keep my gun and some weed and some cash with me (dope)
f-ck a b-tch n-gga
and his b-tch, n-gga (f-ck that)
gino wet ’em up, he address n-ggas
try—try and set me up, but you missed, n-gga
i’m from the pole, where it’s colder than brisk, n-gga
(where it’s freezin’!)
it’s the f-cking guys in my f-ckin’ eyes (tfg)
be this way ’til the day i go f-ckin’ blind (pbg)
got a couple .40’s, got a couple nines
give ’em to my shorties, show ’em where to find all the opps at
pop that—never mind, where the cops at?
my gat, it’ll knock a n-gga block back
[2:24 ?] (thotties!)
if you f-ck around with the f-ck arounds
you gon’ f-ck around and get f-cked around
keep the 30, i just need a couple rounds
head shots got a n-gga duckin’ down
red dots got a n-gga shook
face shots make a n-gga look
i be going hard, got these n-ggas hooks
spittin’ only bars like a n-gga booked
me and budouble ridin’ in a foreign
flyin’ past n-ggas that act like we don’t know ’em
they say we gon’ make it, broski, we gon’ show up on they -ss
n-ggas, ain’t got none for ’em
they say when i come through, i be performing
a heater cook a n-gga like i’m george foreman
nina sarafina, that’s my lil b-tch
she do your whole clique
i keep that b-tch h-rny, ah!

- young pappy lyrics

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