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lotto savage – sharks, killer whales, & piranhas lyrics

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[chorus]
all of my n-gg-s they with me
lotto say f-ck up the city
slaughter gang gettin’ it, i got a bun like i’m drizzy
run to the bag like i’m fifty
smokin’ on gas it’s helium
i got the racks, call me tiffy
my n-gg-s with it
kick that lil b-tch to the curb
21 gave me the word, yeah yeah
vacuum seal to wrap it up, f-ck the scale
we get our sh-t through the mail
chopper keep screamin’ f-ck 12
we got shooters on the roof, hit you from the air
all of my n-gg-s they sh-lls
knife on my face so they don’t want no drama
i run with sharks, k!ller whales, and piranhas
i run with sharks, k!ller whales, and piranhas

[verse 1]
i got them bales hid in the phantom
two b-tches in the whip and it’s a rental
i saw your screen fall in the winter
backwood stuck, two-thousand my denim
plug send the pack in the mail and we off ’em
we selling three-five, we ain’t sellin’ no nicks
if i call lil key he gon’ pull up with sticks
if i call two-three he gon’ open your sh-t
my brother that fire, he gon’ off all the bricks
on mlk, he posted up cameras
miss my brother with that sucker and scammer sh-t
open up the fire, you know he gon’ handle sh-t
f-ck all that beefin’, we roastin’
draco -ss came with a scope sh-t
you can miss me with that ho sh-t
b-tch i’m making green so i’m always on go sh-t

[chorus]
all of my n-gg-s they with me
lotto say f-ck up the city
slaughter gang gettin’ it, i got a bun like i’m drizzy
run to the bag like i’m fifty
smokin’ on gas it’s helium
i got the racks, call me tiffy
my n-gg-s with it
kick that lil b-tch to the curb
21 gave me the word, yeah yeah
vacuum seal to wrap it up, f-ck the scale
we get our sh-t through the mail
chopper keep screamin’ f-ck 12
we got shooters on the roof, hit you from the air
all of my n-gg-s they sh-lls
knife on my face so they don’t want no drama
i run with sharks, k!ller whales, and piranhas
i run with sharks, k!ller whales, and piranhas

[verse 2]
mind of a maniac
boulevard and we gon’ air you out with all that talkin’ sh-t
free my n-gg- zack, i wish he was out
shawty don’t talk, he just pull up, start sparking sh-t
bankroll, b-tch i’m broke, never hardly
i’ma keep stacking paper regardless
took too many xans, i think she r-t-rded
don slaughter b-tch, yeah i go the hardest
i’ma ball on these n-gg-s regardless
you ain’t no shooter ‘less you on the boot
gotta run my sh-t up, tryna get me some paper
pouring up deuces in cream faygos
highway trafficking all these pints and bales
stackin’ my money, tryna get a mil
savage ain’t losing, ain’t never taking l’s
don’t talk on the phone ’cause i don’t f-ck with 12

[chorus]
all of my n-gg-s they with me
lotto say f-ck up the city
slaughter gang gettin’ it, i got a bun like i’m drizzy
run to the bag like i’m fifty
smokin’ on gas it’s helium
i got the racks, call me tiffy
my n-gg-s with it
kick that lil b-tch to the curb
21 gave me the word, yeah yeah
vacuum seal to wrap it up, f-ck the scale
we get our sh-t through the mail
chopper keep screamin’ f-ck 12
we got shooters on the roof, hit you from the air
all of my n-gg-s they sh-lls
knife on my face so they don’t want no drama
i run with sharks, k!ller whales, and piranhas
i run with sharks, k!ller whales, and piranhas