THE SAVEHOUSE

You want some pussy? Fuck these little strawberry bitches you got up in Here. I want my fucking money. Where the money at? The fuck you being so disrespectful in my house For, cuz? This no fucking-garage, bitch. Yeah. Ayy. Ayy, See we posted with pistols and Glocks, this ain't Making deposits, we putting that shit all in a Box. Just got a little bud, now I'm poppin'. Got racks in my pocket, so bitch, nigga, reach Then I'm poppin'. It's you or it's me, that's The option. You got that lil' pistol, ain't copping, Ain't got you no bodies. See, really, you niggas nobody. Got rank the city, I made me one call And you bought it. See, we play straps, this A hobby. Been going too crazy with this shit, Somethin' like Ricky Bobby. I'm strapped like it's part of my body. Sip at the shoulders, I'm somethin' like Fraser Holly. You fake and you niggas a copy. I bet if I give her this pill that She jump her body. It's wet, but I better get sloppy, 'cause I Got a stump giver hoe and I bet he Can't cop it. Was short on that field with The jockey, but I had been jumped in that Field before Kings and a These niggas too pussy To chop me. Bumpin' they guns on the net Like they don't know where I be. Six hundreds the block, do you copy? I really had trees at the hotel gettin' lit The lobby. These labels, they try and assign me, But I want a M for my son, ain't No dealin' with hobby. See bangin' drip like a hussy, ayy. See like the— ayy, hold on, dolo. Ayy, get right. I'm finna punch you in. I'm finna double back. Ayy. Ayy, Ayy. See, I'm bangin' drip like a hussy. I'm cold with them chicks and that ice, but Ain't never play hockey. That hustlin' shit in my Body, but if I ain't flippin' that pack, then I'm ridin' the party. They steppin' on shit, hardly. Jumped in the game off the top rope, I Feel like Jim Hardy. Feel the ice on my Chain with the Chinese. Really too wavy for niggas, I'm swimmin' out in The Trappin' been out of date, we a army. Yeah, we been havin' some notions, just waitin' on Sportin'. Smellin' like gas and Percocain. Caught a opp lackin', he pussy, I don't talkin'. See we drop the top, choppin'. These niggas say really shit, but they really just Walkin'. These niggas feds, they be talkin'. I got some killers on deck that gon' swoop For the profit. Word. Word. Word.