[Verse] Mama I knew I was 'bout it Way before venue was crowded Way before Kevin pulled up with that Reverend I told him to level, go fuck on the feelings Don't nut on her face Trust me I feel like the man Trust me I feel like the Wop, rock You can depend on the stock, watch Bitch I got ten in the pot, drop All of my limits could die All of y'all niggas All of my limits could die Look at you timid as fuck And you holding me up And I'm trying to be Nicki Minaj Rich as a bitch in the drop Rich as a bitch, rich as my bitch on the side Hoe I got more than you know, hoe I got Look, watch, spill out your soul in the closet Don't question your passion We flipped every fucker we couldn't be ashing They got me so high that I look like I'm passive Bitch, don't you know who you asking? Bitch have you tutored the pastor I know the root and the master I know the coupe was a casket I had that bitch looking like all the shit that I’m writing That shit was so good that I passed it Bust that shit straight out the plastic Bitch I ain’t good bitch I’m crafty I want to piss on a rapper I just got hookers and pampers Niggas line up when I practice I’m not a savage, I don’t do shit just to do it This going precise as we planned it I'm just a bandit, plus I'm as sharp as a tack or a guillotine right at your family Keep it so candid, knock ya like she said some candy You down for this shit are you Brandy Find a mechanic, tell 'em I pay 'em in fabric 3500 in traffic
[Hook] Nigga I'm savage I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle Nigga I'm savage, wait (hey) Wait, look, nigga I'm savage I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle Nigga I'm savage I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle Nigga I'm swaging Bitch I might shoot at your camera Bitch I might shoot at your camera Nigga what's happening? Niggas won't piss on your grave Bitch I might piss on your family Nigga what's happening? Bitch I might shoot at your camera Bitch I might shoot at your Nigga what's happening? I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle Nigga I'm savage [Outro] Back-back, to the back-back, to the frozens and the BB's Way before ya, way before ya thought I told ya It's alot on the line These hoes wanna ride on the line These hoes ain't no bible of mine Back-back, to the back-back, to the frozens and the BB's If sixteen ain't enough I could swing it twenty-five I could tell ya how to go I could tell you where to ride I could tell you where the