Savman Lyrics

Its Dr Sav make me check ya vitals

Ain't no sense of running from me

Nigga I got a rifle

They fuck wit me when I hold it up

Thought I won a title

And I got a blick so u know

I ain't finna fight em

It's a mic tap bro sent the beat to me

I sent it right back

I'm like that u fuck wit my money

U get ya life snatched

Talk stupid punch em in the mouth

Oh u ain't like that

Crazy hoe be buggin me

askin me where the pipe at

Keep on punchin damn near, Told the mic to fight back

She acting bad I bring the thriller out, Say hi to Mike Jack

Said I love you, I was off some shit, ain't mean to type that

All exotic, ain't no wrong choice, you'll grab the right pack

I pop up, and walk down, you better not say nothing

This big shit, I got little niggas ready to spray some

These woods up, and nahh I ain't passing, I'm trying to face them

Fuck it, try and be sneaky, we ain't finna chase them

Run off, catch em on Friday, you playing with Jason

Caught him, now we head to head with niggas like we racing

Nigga, do I look like a bitch, ain't doing no tasing

Should've been tapped in my nigga, now the price is raising

Acting all this body pussy, nigga, he meeting my semi

Shouldn't have been fucking with these autos, and drinking this Remy

Nigga, don't be worried about these shots, cause we dishing out plenty

Had to introduce em to my 40, I'm keeping it friendly

Yeah, bitch