Em Savage - Rap Rap
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{Intro}
(Drum Dunnie)
(DJ Swift on the Track)
(Mook got the keys jumpin')
{Verse}
Ubber band it til the Rollie come
Post on the block nigga Whatchu Want
Niggas think I do this shit for fun
I'm trying get my people out the slums
Can't say you rich til ya homies rich
My life so crazy swear this shit legit
My life so crazy you should see my bitch
My life so crazy pull up in them whips
Hellcat you hear it scratching
I put my foot on they necks I'm tired of rapping
Niggas so tuff tony but they actors
Yea I started from nothing don't even ask it
Ran me up a big bag for times I ain't have it
Back at bro crib we was ducking packs in the mattress
I was a school boy thinking to myself like what happen
Guess my whole demеanor change when I touch me a ratchеt
And I don't rap for clout
All Them trenches babies knowing what I'm talking bout
I got my hitta to the right and he be walking down
I had to lay low from these bitches cause they run them mouths
Mhm mhm
Back in them trenches
I was watching Brodie load up a smifin
Told me if niggas ain't gon ride they a witness
Most these niggas be bitches
And you Claiming thats ya Bro but he snitching
He Telling everything you stuck in the district
While he party wit bitches
These niggas fake
I spit the truth and the pain thats in my face
She got a man and I'm bussing her face
Jail call wit Brodie I hope he beat his case
Like a hero where my cape
Niggas they really talk to ya honor
I hit it Shawty said I'm the bomb just like Osama
And Ya bitch she gon choose cause you be bringing me up
I dick her down she call me daddy while you hating my guts
I got flows out the ass
I give em gas
Brodie he popping them xaning knowing they bad
Told em stack this cake and by 20 we riding jags
They feeling me now and they know savage in his bag
Label me goat
Fuck a knife
I put the gun to his throat
Click Boww Click Bow
And that's all that she wrote
Gotta thick bad bitch she be doing the most
But that's my baby and she wit me when I'm pushing the ghost
Gucci be looking right wit my Gucci
Baby trying pop on a moly and gimme coochie
Have her hitting high notes nigga just like she lucci
And we off the henny Petrone I'm feeling woozy
Niggas had to nerve to tell me that I was losing
Fuck all the buzz cause all y'all bitches still be choosing
It don't matter who the people love and who you hanging wit
Told my mom I'm too legit we gon be stupid rich
{Intro}
(Drum Dunnie)
(DJ Swift on the Track)
(Mook got the keys jumpin')
{Verse}
Ubber band it til the Rollie come
Post on the block nigga Whatchu Want
Niggas think I do this shit for fun
I'm trying get my people out the slums
Can't say you rich til ya homies rich
My life so crazy swear this shit legit
My life so crazy you should see my bitch
My life so crazy pull up in them whips
Hellcat you hear it scratching
I put my foot on they necks I'm tired of rapping
Niggas so tuff tony but they actors
Yea I started from nothing don't even ask it
Ran me up a big bag for times I ain't have it
Back at bro crib we was ducking packs in the mattress
I was a school boy thinking to myself like what happen
Guess my whole demеanor change when I touch me a ratchеt
And I don't rap for clout
All Them trenches babies knowing what I'm talking bout
I got my hitta to the right and he be walking down
I had to lay low from these bitches cause they run them mouths
Mhm mhm
Back in them trenches
I was watching Brodie load up a smifin
Told me if niggas ain't gon ride they a witness
Most these niggas be bitches
And you Claiming thats ya Bro but he snitching
He Telling everything you stuck in the district
While he party wit bitches
These niggas fake
I spit the truth and the pain thats in my face
She got a man and I'm bussing her face
Jail call wit Brodie I hope he beat his case
Like a hero where my cape
Niggas they really talk to ya honor
I hit it Shawty said I'm the bomb just like Osama
And Ya bitch she gon choose cause you be bringing me up
I dick her down she call me daddy while you hating my guts
I got flows out the ass
I give em gas
Brodie he popping them xaning knowing they bad
Told em stack this cake and by 20 we riding jags
They feeling me now and they know savage in his bag
Label me goat
Fuck a knife
I put the gun to his throat
Click Boww Click Bow
And that's all that she wrote
Gotta thick bad bitch she be doing the most
But that's my baby and she wit me when I'm pushing the ghost
Gucci be looking right wit my Gucci
Baby trying pop on a moly and gimme coochie
Have her hitting high notes nigga just like she lucci
And we off the henny Petrone I'm feeling woozy
Niggas had to nerve to tell me that I was losing
Fuck all the buzz cause all y'all bitches still be choosing
It don't matter who the people love and who you hanging wit
Told my mom I'm too legit we gon be stupid rich
