Savage (feat. CrowWithDaFlow, SmokeyDaMenace & Dave Chri$tenzen)

When I pull up, they all call me Savage, Savage, Savage Yeah, every time I hit the town, with my boys we busting down Savage, Savage, Savage Yeah, Audemars, all on my wrist, yeah, we gonna make it loud Who the f*ck came in the game and made you king I just wanna know, cause I don't like the way you're carrying yourself You're stepping on my game, I'm carrying Dragging both my feet through the game, now I'm tallying What you, what you, what you want? I got smoke and hella blunts If you want the smoke, I'll turn your fucking ass up into runtz Smoking on that pack, I'm lighting up, but you can't hit the blunt You are not a friend to me, better yet, you're my enemy Me and Smokey ripping and tripping, toking up on this blunt Lemon haze and purple ways got me feeling all kinda stuck I be smoking all type of ways, puffing till I'm out the muck Blessing from the green gods, bless, That's why they all call me Savage, Savage, Savage Yeah, every time I hit the town, with my boys we busting down Savage, Savage, Savage Yeah, Audemars, all on my wrist, yeah, we gonna make it loud Savage, Savage, Savage Blew bitches back out, she tapped out, smoking loud Savage, Savage, Savage Maserati driving, crossing lines, vision blurred, I'm a slur Blew her back out, won't tap out, 300 black out Blow your back out Pierce your lung, swing like King Kong, hit a bong Stay in the car, won't take too long Walked them down Cause he's a clown, his bitch is in a nightgown She's on her knees, put her in the ground, hear this drum pound Go Knock Knock At your top, don't call the cops, find your body with cadavers, rather ready, batter Knock your teeth, out your skull, you a zero, left on null Bitch Gave me an earful You ain't helpful, dreadful, suicidal, psycho, 51, 50, don't f*ck with me Hang you in this fucking tree, by your feet, call it collect, collecting debt Make a threat, steal a jet , we don't fret, we don't sweat, cause we the best And no fucking rest, in the studio, dropping beats, making heat Bitch, slobber on my meat, my crib neat, call a militia, we deplete No feet, no keet, keep it on beat, on track, boy get blown fucking back Savage, Savage, Savage Yeah, every time I hit the town, with my boys we busting down Savage, Savage, Savage Yeah, Audemars, all on my wrist, yeah, we gonna make it loud Savage, Savage, Savage Blew bitches back out, she tapped out, smoking loud Savage, Savage, Savage Maserati driving, crossing lines, vision blurred, I'm a slur