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work - no savage lyrics

[intro]
uh
(don gotti did that)
uh, uh

[verse]
fake*ass n*ggas, i see through their snake ass
hop out the car with a drac’ and a face mask
i got that sack, twenty, my play bands
i’m rocking cartier, i don’t do ray bands
you ain’t never hit a l!ck, n*gga, you ain’t never take cash
how you get money? your b*tch got a fake bag
i f*ck with the 1st, free rocky and jake bag
free my n*gga pedro, can’t wait till he out the can
fake*ass rappers, ain’t none of ’em real as i am
if you get the bag, give back to your fam
i knew how to win but this sh*t wasn’t planned
if you just seen your vic, why the f*ck won’t you spam?
spank him with the glock and turn him to spam
magical whip a b*tch, i’m like “shazam”
if the sh*t looking fishy, i’m whipping my blam
that b*tch open and closing her mouth like a clam
there’s sh*t going on, i ain’t putting my gun down
if we hop out the car, n*gga, we gotta run down
you tryna plot on a l!ck, i’ma givе you the run down
we was just beefing, that n*gga my son now
he tryna work off thе perc’, we gon’ flush him round
stand over top, we gon’ burn a n*gga to the ground
blow him in the head, leave his eyes upside*down
why would i wife and i never got held*down?
i done came a long way but i’m still in the projects
carjack a whip and come straight where your block at
i don’t even know him and know where he live at
run in his house, tryna see where that sh*t at
don’t give it up, i’ma see where your b*tch at
gon’ go to that your house that your grandmother live at
i’m broke so i’m eager as f*ck to go get that
if i pluck one of them, n*gga, you gon’ be upset
rest in peace scoota, i know that i’m up next
i got him robbed ’cause he tried to [?] flex
his b*tch a eater, she give me her whole neck
i’m the one pay for your [?]
i give her the d*ck and she give me her whole check
ask for it back with my d*ck, tell her “hold that”
she on the drugs, got coke where her nose at
gucci, dior, where my b*tch put her toes at
i’m on too many drugs, sh*t f*ck up my heart pace
when i get in my feelings, sh*t give me a heart ache
i’ll go up the ‘toga with leeky and marrj
but i’m still down bottom, i’m jugging with jefe
streaming on itunes, won’t say what i made
consistently dropping, b*tch, i’m tryna get paid
12 get behind us, b*tch, we gotta switch lane
we ain’t gon’ panic, b*tch, we in that coupe thing
these n*ggas hot, why the f*ck is they dropping names?
i’m hitting everything, i let that chopper rang
n*ggas get caught and they give out their [?] name
i’m selling green, but i ain’t with notre dame
we getting up on him, we tryna see his brain
stand on what you say ’cause we in a dirty game
been in this sh*t, i don’t f*ck with [?]
you ain’t gangster for shooting, it’s easy to pluck a n*gga
spank his man and let him know i ain’t ducking n*ggas
you in the mix for f*cking with them other n*ggas
you in the other side, you real trust n*ggas
say it’s just rap sh*t, you real f*ck with ’em
ain’t no more going back, n*gga, you stuck with it
catch him and i ain’t gon’ ask him wassup…

- no savage lyrics

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