a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lilmar – savage shit lyrics

hook:
savage shit, on some savage shit
you know my all n-gg-s straped up, down to buck shit
we got two clips for the ops, you better duck quick
pull up on the block, you’ll bite the dust b-tch
savage shit, on some savage shit
you know my all n-gg-s straped up, down to buck shit
we got two clips for the ops, you better duck quick
pull up on the block, you’ll bite the dust b-tch

verse 1:
i’m a real n-gg- on some savage shit
i caught a case and i plead the fifth
ridin round in the beamer hittin them licks
while my b-tch in the trap whippin them bricks
i got a 40 tucked in the fendi belt
when we pop yo -ss, ain’t gon be no help
15 rounds hit ya chest, tell me how that felt
no remorse, don’t give a f-ck if you yelp
dip in the whip with my n-gg-s
head back to the trap, roll up swishers
you a pussy -ss n-gg- if you a snitch
catch you tellin’, imma put ya body in a ditch
b-tch n-gg- said i wasn’t gonna be nothin
but look at me now n-gg-, i’m stuntin
got some bankrolls, finna throw them bands at ya b-tch
she don’t even want the money, she just want this d-ck
i ride around with a couple grand in my whip
in the trunk, i got about 5 grams in my whip
broke boy workin for min. wage and tips
i blew a couple grand to watch your b-tch strip
f-ck school, but i ain’t finna be broke though
ain’t bout to be on the street sellin coco
tourin’ all around the world, sold out shows hoe
i got my bands up, so i’m goin’ loco
2 straps n-gg-, ain’t talkin backpacks
2 clips n-gg-, so you better step back
my n-gg-s in the trap sippin’ that lean
spilled some dirty sprite on my true religion jeans
f-ck twitter beef, drop ya location
pull up, the whip got gun rotation
all my n-gg-s savage, all my n-gg-s wildin
cause you know we on some

verse 2:
you the type of n-gg- to be posted up on frank block with his f-ckin gang
you the type of n-gg- to hold a glock 9 one time and think he g-ngb-ngs
just wait til we pull up in the drop top wearin all black and let that 40 bang
don’t b-tch up and become apologetic, we don’t f-ck around cause we ain’t lames
n-gg-s sneak diss, watch this 30 blam
ain’t kanye west but i’m goin’ ham
f-ck a friend, i just stay down for my fam
f-ck a b-tch, she ain’t gettin none of these bands
n-gg- say the whip a rental, but tell me what the f-ck do you drive?
rentin’ cost your whole d-mn paycheck, so broke boy i suggest you stay quiet
i do this rap shit for a hobby, don’t care bout the fame or the money
new rappers tryna sell mixtapes, but you broke boys be lookin b-mmy
when ya mixtape flop, the shit is funny
when i drop my singles, these b-tches c-mming
even got ya b-tch fallin for me, she told me that you boring
you lightswitch type n-gg-s steady talk shit and then you switch up
you caitlyn jenner type n-gg-s steady talk shit and then you b-tch up
run to the jakes, you’ll get lit up
send you to the hospital to get stitched up
pistols and choppas is what all my n-gg-s tote
on my lil mouse drill shit, so you f-ck around and get smoked

- lilmar lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS