(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
Bi**h I got ten in the pot, drop
All of my limits could die
All of y’all ni**as
All of my limits could die
Look at you timid as fk**
And you holding me up
And I’m trying to be Nicki Minaj
Rich as a bi**h in the drop
Rich as a bi**h, rich as my bi**h 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 f**ker we couldn’t be ashing
They got me so high that I look like I’m passive
Bi**h, don’t you know who you asking?
Bi**h have you tutored the pastor
I know the root and the master
I know the coupe was a casket
I had that bi**h looking like all the s**t that I’m writing
That s**t was so good that I passed it
Bust that s**t straight out the plastic
Bi**h I ain’t good bi**h I’m crafty
I want to piss on a rapper
I just got hookers and pampers
Ni**as line up when I practice
I’m not a savage, I don’t do s**t 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 s**t are you Brandy
Find a mechanic, tell em I pay em in fabric
3500 in traffic

(Chorus)
Ni**a I’m savage
I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle
Ni**a I’m savage, wait, hey
Wait, look, ni**a I’m savage
I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle
Ni**a I’m savage
I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle
Ni**a I’m swaging
Bi**h I might shoot at your camera
Bi**h I might shoot at your camera
Ni**a what’s happening?
Ni**as won’t piss on your grave
Bi**h I might piss on your family
Ni**a what’s happening?
Bi&**h I might shoot at your camera
Bi**h I might shoot at your
Ni**a what’s happening?
I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle
Ni**a 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