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arsenal - no savage lyrics

[intro]
(wopo) (hey, reggi)
(yeah)
(n*gga)
yeah

[chorus]
got a big*ass bag of money and just did a bid
i’m putting this sh*t on whoever ’cause wopo a stepper and you n*ggas know what it is
don’t tell me sh*t, i don’t care
gen five my glock, i’ll knock off your head
n*ggas know not to get in this sh*t, i’ll dare
only spinning with switches, this sh*t not fair
n*gga walked out his house and got flipped by the stairs
i don’t trust new n*ggas, that loyalty rare
i be running to opps and they know i don’t spare
i be aiming that b*tch from his leg to his head
n*gga, i been a shooter, i don’t care for no cred
switch on the four*five, when you tap it, it spread
n*gga, i got a whole hundred packs in the shed
n*gga, i got an *rs*nal under my bed, b*tch

[verse 1]
yeah, i go up in the stu and i know what to do
i be out on the yo still f*cking with chew
got a fully ar that’ll knock down a group
n*gga, you get a bag, take care of your troops
i’ma take care of mine ’cause all of ’em shoot
i just give ’em the drop and them young n*ggas flew
they can bounce right out on their ass at the stu
i’m a criminal, n*gga, my lawyer a jew
n*gga think he the sh*t, i’ma make him a stain
i’m secured, we bringing them straps on a plane
n*gga want ten packs, i’ma send him to lane
n*gga, we off the chain when dulane hit a stain
n*gga, we let it bang, knock sh*t out the frame
i knocked off his head now his pic on the frame
he thought i was playing and dulane came
how you getting money and can’t maintain?
i’m the one in the city, the most one violent
got two compacts, n*gga, both of ’em [?]
got a whole lot of opps, none of ’em try it
n*gga keep on talking ’bout hats but he styling
i’ma fly with his b*tch on a jet to an island
i done told ’em before, i don’t care ’bout my talents
whether rapping or not, i’ma keep on sliding, yeah, b*tch
yeah, n*gga
[chorus]
got a big*ass bag of money and just did a bid
i’m putting this sh*t on whoever ’cause wopo a stepper and you n*ggas know what it is
don’t tell me sh*t, i don’t care
gen five my glock, i’ll knock off your head
n*ggas know not to get in this sh*t, i’ll dare
only spinning with switches, this sh*t not fair
n*gga walked out his house and got flipped by the stairs
i don’t trust new n*ggas, that loyalty rare
i be running to opps and they know i don’t spare
i be aiming that b*tch from his leg to his head
n*gga, i been a shooter, i don’t care for no cred
switch on the four*five, when you tap it, it spread
n*gga, i got a whole hundred packs in the shed
n*gga, i got an *rs*nal under my bed, b*tch

[verse 2]
yeah, we don’t know about them but they still know us
we be doing that sh*t, i don’t know no bluff
n*gga would’ve been smacked but the switch lift up
uh, yeah, lost 300 racks but i still can hit buckets
don’t tell me sh*t ’cause i don’t give a f*ck
i done popped a v**gr*, i couldn’t get up
she joking and laughing and still gon’ f*ck
opp stepped out of bounds and his ass got struck
should’ve been had an m, all the pounds i touched
i got a shooter in water, all the rounds i bust
yeah, n*gga, i’ll stay out the way but i can’t be a slouch
i’ll just get you k!lled before i get some clout
thought the b*tch was the gang till she f*cked on a mouse
yeah, b*tch, you ain’t sucking my d*ck, b*tch, you f*cking a rat
you ain’t even my b*tch and you want some respect
got so much smoke, it be hurting my chest
yeah, hop out the car, hit a block back to back
n*gga get on my car, i’ll shoot out the back
it’s a whole lot of opp n*ggas died in lots
n*gga, you want a body or you want to die?
yeah
[chorus]
got a big*ass bag of money and just did a bid
i’m putting this sh*t on whoever ’cause wopo a stepper and you n*ggas know what it is
don’t tell me sh*t, i don’t care
gen five my glock, i’ll knock off your head
n*ggas know not to get in this sh*t, i’ll dare
only spinning with switches, this sh*t not fair
n*gga walked out his house and got flipped by the stairs
i don’t trust new n*ggas, that loyalty rare
i be running to opps and they know i don’t spare
i be aiming that b*tch from his leg to his head
n*gga, i been a shooter, i don’t care for no cred
switch on the four*five, when you tap it, it spread
n*gga, i got a whole hundred packs in the shed
n*gga, i got an *rs*nal under my bed, b*tch

[outro]
yeah, b*tch!
(hey, reggi)

- no savage lyrics

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