Savages and bandits
Tripping is my language
Take off every time I'm landing
Your voice don't have the bandwidth
I ain't need the bag good of money 'fore I'm dripping on the show
These bitches need to pay attention, I ain't getting off my glow
I need that Louis V and 'em Off-Whites to get stepping on these hoes
I cross Britain, and I'm off-white, I be blowing trees for sure
I ain't no mumble raper, ay; I ain't no humble cracker, ay
Fuck your bitch no condom, never, ay; I ain't giving no check, no second, ay
Every time I leave, I bring backup, ay; ricochet, ricochet when I'm back up, ay
Make it put it down every time I come around; I'm the boom-boom — hijacker, ay
I want that Supreme and a cup
Play me on the scene, let me flow
Want that Lamborghini for the road
Two bad bitches roll in smoke
Savages and bandits
Tripping is my language
Take off every time I'm landing
Your voice don't have the bandwidth
Yeah
We're the savages and bandits that love getting money to spend it on jewel or the cloth
Louis, Louis, Louis V, vending money on my feed, Hennessy and a broom for the cloud
She ain't likes firing wine, wants me to pour her latte
She better suck it, again and again, it doesn't come free with the stake, yeah
Get the money, spend the money back, looking sad and looking funny, yeah
I want on the yacht in Miami, I don't wanna Grammy, I want me a bag of cash
Porchy, Porchy on a playlist, check the skin, check the cadence
Want the money, not the fame shit, validation never made-up
I want that Supreme and a cup
Play me on the scene, let me flow
Want that Lamborghini for the road
Two bad bitches roll in smoke
Savages and bandits
Tripping is my language
Take off every time I'm landing
Your voice don't have the bandwidth