Savage Shit

Yo, what's up, Hyypot. What's on your mind, dawg Some savage shit Damn, bro. What about you, bro I don't know, bro. I feel pretty gassed up That's crazy, man I can't trust you, bro Hey, B-Co, what's going on Yeah, you've been spittin' that fire Motherfucker, I think you a liar You've been talkin' that cash shit Bro, you ain't tryin' to cash shit You sayin' that we got a problem So then let's go ahead and solve em' Cause these hands talk more than you and your bitch than the entire 614 Bitch, now I'm gassed up Turnt to the max Yeah, you're fucked up Ain't no goin' back On that savage shit, savage shit, savage shit Ain't no goin' back On that savage shit, savage shit Here we go Straight to the studio For another flow Talk that shit, that's a no-no Now I hear you bumpin' my shit in your stereo Come on, bro Thought that shit was a joke Now my homies gonna make you choke Blackened spray paint Paint my face Roll across the way Let's take a slow lane Let's switch gears and find our way Go and grab a beer I was born in May Call me a bull, cause I'm the god of your fuckin' fools And your fuckin' gods And f*ck the fakes Let's take their fate while placing bets with rising heat Told you, man They ain't ready for this shit Definitely ain't ready Man, they're just too fuckin' widdle, man Bitch, now I'm gassed up Turnt to the max Yeah, you're fucked up Ain't no goin' back On that savage shit Savage shit Savage shit Ain't no goin' back On that savage shit Savage shit Bitch, now I'm gassed up Turnt to the max Yeah, you're fucked up Ain't no goin' back On that savage shit Savage shit Savage shit Ain't no goin' back On that savage shit Savage shit Nothing means I'm not alone On the phone with the co-in' us Sorry to inform you, bro There's been a murder, yo A life you took And pack your shit, bitch Forget the books Please don't forget the lies and the testimonies And all the shit you're saying really don't affect me You're cold as stone And Medusa headed at the bone to pick with you Call the petties on the phone And Hercules is bustin' through the door When your bitch ass hit the floor And I'm runnin' towards the stove to cook you up Maybe even chop you up Then cook and serve you up to the shit You rock all your kids Enough said, man I don't know, man We got some shit to say, too What's up Hey, let me say something real quick, though I'm gassed up Let's go Gone off that petron That ether anesthesia that'll put you to sleep, bro That keef on the pre-roll That termed up, that burnt slow The purple, the haze got me moshin' in circles No stoppin' the juggernaut I'm hoppin' these hurdles Splittin' these shells like a murderin' turtle Cryptic with verbals in a wicked inferno I'm twisted, I'm misfit I torture the world I'm no mortal I'm immoral A warrior, no sorrow Sweet sores for the gorilla while black in the wardrobe F*ck a regular job F*ck a regular flow How long till these bodies hit the fuckin' floor Ain't no word or mouth Hop in a pit and see what I'm about I was raised in the dirty south Memphis shit like 36 in this bitch Snitches get stitches while some end up in them ditches I'm just chasin' riches, tryin' to bag a couple Memphis, what's up with them digits Next time I'm in town, you should come and visit Gassed up Gassed up Pumpin' no brakes We ain't pumpin' no brakes Gassed up We ain't pumpin' no brakes Pumpin' no brakes Stuntin' on face Dippin' on flakes Paint a clip picture to put you in place Think you was destined to be with the greats I think if I touch you, I'm bustin' great Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ey Ey