Savages

A click full of sack chasers and risk takers
I dont keep young wild niggas artound me dawg
I keep a few savages
I been hanging with some killers and some savages
This rap money got a nigga living lavishly
The trap jumping ain’t got shit to do with trampolines
Before the fame I had some bitches who abandoned me
Now I got ten chains on in the trap house
Another twenty just to ice this damn watch out
I spent 700 in the trenches on a used car
A crack head sold me a clip with thirty two shots
My baby mother called my phone she keep nagging me
I’m paranoid know niggas thinking bout bagging me
I let this heat off them niggas dying tragically
Two many drugs in my system know it’s bad for me
To many bitches on my line for me to choose one
Just gave my man a throw away I needs a new gun
I’m riding around with two heats with three bodies on it
It ain’t dirty if your shit ain’t got no scotties on em
I’m up trapping with them junkies off the late night
Keep three shooters with me making sure I stay tight