Savage Shit Songtext
von Doodie Lo & PGF Nuk

(DJ FMCT)
We on all savage shit, all savage shit, yeah (ayy, let′s get it)
We on all savage shit, all savage shit, yeah
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Fuck the opps, nigga
Fuck wrong with these niggas? ayy, yeah (fuck wrong with 'em?)

We on all savage shit
Catch an opp and clap his bitch
We got all exotic guns, we ain′t got no average shit
Take this switch up off my hip

Hit his leg and made him trip
Then hit his top, then we gon' dip
Now all the opps up on the rip
Go


Bitch, we bulletproof the truck and foenem slidin' with them Dracs
And my shorties catchin′ bodies, facetime me and drop the rakes
Got his lo′, get his safe
Bitch, I'm rich, fuck a case
And you better have that wheel
With that switch in that straight, nigga

We in SRTs, they can′t catch up
Ayy, bro do like one-sixty, lil' folks don′t let up
Ayy, every time he do a high speed, he gettin' better
Shorty got that wheel, on the gas, he gon′ whip up

Ayy, I got like fifty on his top, get it done, ayy
Slide through that bitch, they slide every day for fun, ayy
It's a switch up on the back of every fuckin' gun, ayy
Shorty want that smoke, we hit his chest, fill up his lungs, ayy

I ain′t stoppin′ shit, he wanna slide, he wanna kill
I can make him off in the bushes, creepin' where he live
Shit, I′m off ten xanny pills, guns here, granny crib
I'm comin′ where your family live, bitch, it is what it is

Did him dirty with a Drac', got glocks by the crate
I be slidin′ in the A, I'm outside every day
Niggas dyin' every day, frrt, fire to his face, nigga

Frrt, fire to his face, nigga, yeah, ayy
Pop out, get up close, hit his face, ayy
I was never in the car, hop out, chase, ayy
Ayy, I was the first one tryna slide, I was never late


Ayy, I think I shot an opp the other day
I was too high, I was outer space
Ayy, hop out all black on cool shit
Ayy, I was at his crib in the bushes on some smooth shit, ayy

Poppin′ out with two switches on some new shit, ayy
We the ones who do hits
And all the opps ain′t do shit
Go

Ayy, why you talkin' ′bout you caught some bodies?
Now you in a coffin, dummy
I'm with real killers, that′s they fuckin' hobby
We turn up the murder rate

Niggas hoes and they know they fake
Used to sell crack, ran out, sold soda bake
Goofy ass in the way, back trappin′, made a ten a day
Caught him with his bitch, damn, should I let him live today?

Ayy, if I don't go, my brother go
We knock shit down like dominos
Time to go, vámonos
If it's not a switch, it′s a Draco

You come with a pipe, we take those
All the dead opps, we make those
If you tweakin′ at the show, we shake those
Go, yeah