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pretty savage - ku lyrics

[intro: pretty savage]
uh, i’m goin’ cu’
young zell too trill, n-gga

[verse 1: pretty savage]
but ain’t no 411 on this side
if she mad, bae, tell that b-tch slide
i can’t help how much i spit fire
i’m not sure why they wan’ d-ck ride
and i heard these n-ggas sick guys
they suck d-ck, act hard, and then hide
my bros aimed and hit and then ride
box ’em, drop ’em down ’til him die
i get, i get cash (money), and show my -ss, they p-ssed off
why they be mad? ’cause they sh-t trash, feds be ticked off
white girl, you can call it what you want, just get the brick off
red beam on both cheeks, let’s play a game, jigsaw
i got n-ggas smashin’ blocks, up past the clock, ain’t p-ssin’ glocks
the trap on lock, guns, bags, and rocks, go gas, no flock
and b-tch, you know that sh-t a lock
these f-ggots pop, won’t gas a thot
i laugh at shots, bein’ dragged or not
y’all last, i’m not, been had the top
and b-tch, you know that sh-t a lock
got plenty hundreds
get fly just for benihanas
verses cost ’bout fifty hundred
want smoke, then come get it from us
nah, for real (for real), i’m boss
break bread with your dawg, that’s law
if you spin a block on the opps, hit ’em all
don’t say a word, don’t make no call

[chorus: pretty savage]
uh, i’m goin’ cu’ (crazy)
step out gang and hear what’s new
franklins bangin’ crip, they blue
two steppin’ (woo), just watch the shoe (believe)
the drip is sick, achoo
that stack you had, i need it too
bet they gon’ ask ’bout what we do
when we come through, that’s facts, that’s true (valid, facts)
uh, i’m goin’ cu’ (crazy)
step out gang and hear what’s new
franklins bangin’ crip, they blue
two steppin’ (woo), just watch the shoe (believe)
the drip is sick, achoo
that stack you had, i need it too
bet they gon’ ask ’bout what we do
when we come through, that’s facts, that’s true (valid, facts)

[verse 2: g herbo]
(ooh), ooh (ooh), ooh, ooh (ooh), ooh
ooh (ooh), ooh, ooh (ooh)
glizzies with forties stuck to us like glue
b-tch, ain’t no rappin’ ’bout, this what we do
no limit, quick to put sh-t on the news
foenem gon’ wipe your nose, then tie your shoe
ain’t no one fighting you, bro, they gon’ shoot
herbo can’t do nothin’, you know they gon’ sue
i walk in court in a dior suit
strap all black like my dior boots
i had a lunch date with sylvia rhone
okay, who get more money then, me or you?
walk in the bank and i make a withdrawal
of three hundred, get money like lyor too
i had a million at twenty-one
slide out the building like 21
i’m with some k!llers that ain’t got no picks in this b-tch
they’ll point it at anyone
ain’t gon’ hit, so that’s anyone
me and bro used to tag team like, “give me some”
masked up, hopped out the backseat
runnin’ with the drum, watch ’em blow out fifty of ’em (ayy)
who you know can make the murder rate go down and rise? n-gga, i ain’t just anyone
fans gon’ k!ll for me, so if i die tell foenem slide when the city done
dead bodies, i done seen plenty of ’em
go and face the e, give me twenty of ’em
n-gga frontline in some ugly wars, but you’ll get shot with a pretty gun

- pretty savage lyrics

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