Oh, Sav killed it
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I got two Dracs, let's have a stand-off
I could use a shoelace and knock your man's off
Squeezing DE, tryna pop the nigga head off
He ran from the 50 cal', I done knocked the nigga leg off
Ain't really had no friends, got my first bike, took the pegs off
I only ran one time in my life, from a red dog
Body in the bando, got the streets stinking like a dead dog
Ash hit my line with some glass, that's a red call
Nigga, you ain't never drunk glass Hi-Tech
I heard they got some new drank, I wanna try that
Plus all the real drank sippers saying it taste like Act'
Fuck around and took too many Percs, I can't fight back
Fell asleep mid-stroke, she said I never nutted
Always stood my place in the line, I ain't never cut it
We can talk about pape', but that's a different subject
My nigga took two to the face, he got killed for nothing
They popped my brother in the dope house, he got killed for hustling
He pulled up in the time I needed him, he real for coming
Love my cuz to death, but I can't bring him 'round, he always steal something
And I don't really like being with Baby Ghost, he wanna kill something
Thousand blue hundreds on me now, that's a real hundred
Drinking green with the codeine, it's a teal colour
He act like he was really getting money, and she fell for it
Month later, the bitch found out he really steal from her
Got into it with my baby mama, took the kids from her
I drunk too much cough syrup, got my rib hurting
In a minute, hundred racks for a verse, an ad-lib 30
'Member when I crashed my four-wheeler, my back still hurting
And I'm too sore to fight right now, my strap still working
Boy, all you kill is pussy, my shooter killed a real person
Hit the nigga in the head, he looking real nervous
Low-top Louboutins on, got my heels hurting
They killed my brother 2013, my heart still hurting
I really don't think my heart working, I need a real surgery
Niggas taking what I said and switching it up, ain't that perjury?
I'm that ghetto nigga from the 810, you ain't heard of me?
Ghetto Boyz shit, we look at Peezy like Master P
And stop saying what you gon' do to me, that's blasphemy
And just know, I turn into C-Murder when I blast the heat
Spin around the block, cut the lights off, you just passed the street
Ain't got my heat, I woke up looking for somebody ass to beat
Niggas tried to go to war with me, I shot up half the street
So you saying give you a verse for two-thou', that's what you asking me?
If I trip and fall on this beat, don't laugh at me
What the fuck is ten-thou'? That's a stack to me
What the fuck is a Hell-cat? That's a cab to me
Bitch, you don't get no benefits if you wasn't sitting in the Lab with me
Won't put my hands on my bitch, I had a dream of her stabbing me
Too much cough syrup, I got a cavity
Need to lay back on the weed, I smoked a half a P
I got a fiend that only buy rocks, but smoke a half a week
I'ma bust the bitch down first, Mike after me
Serving white kids on eight Mile that look like Eminem
The Glock I got is a gun, that's a synonym
Baby, these are Diors, not Timberlands
Told you that's all I wear, I don't think you are listening
Golden Sun did the chain, you see it glistening
It's a snake in the grass, I heard a hiss in it
I only use this toilet here to flush dope, I don't piss in it
With a pair Amiri jeans on, they don't sell in Michigan
In a 550 Benz riding on Michelin's
This nigga bought a big pop and poured Trish in it
If you see me in the mall, I got my blick in it
And this is not standard clip in it, I got a stick in it