Savo's Story ft. BaeBae Savo Lyrics

My little nigga caught a headshot and came home slidin' That just made him violent, wilder and wilder

Real soul snatcher, swiper, no swipin' Still in the trenches, yo, gun on fire

Last night I had a threesome with Tayshia and Jazmine

B's ain't lean, I don't remember how it happened

I came out the slums, I was slidin' and rappin

Still in the slums, I'm just slidin' and stackin

I get high, sit beside that Tesla and I just let it drive

Think about how shit would be that night if I had died

Who gon' pay for funerals? Who gon' pay my niggas by

Who gon' do shit for my children? The lie be on my mind

Mama said my anger get me into shit

Traumatized and trigger-happy, why? That's cause I been through shit

High speeds, gunfights, I had a long day

I survived a lot of shit, I came alone

But I remember I was rappin' to my class and they was laughin

Now they see me on them TV screens and they be braggin

Like, look, I went to school with him

Remember I was cool with him

He used to be in my DM, we really used to hoop with him

But who thought I'd be ballin'

Nobody got this number, but labels keep callin

Chasin' my dreams, full speed, first I was joggin

I was tryna slide fuck da opps , cause now I'm all in

Now I'm all in

Blessings, so many nights, I learned my lesson

Really took risks, a nigga die about this necklace

Reachin' for this bitch, gon' talk to God about this necklace

Keep the switch and use it for the next one

I be on the way, gettin' paid, got a ticket for a chain

Diss the gang, boy, you dyin' fasho

Used to trappin' in the rain, tryna change

My surroundings to the fame, sorry, mama, I ain't tryin nomore

I done lost so many niggas to the streets

When I get to a candlelight, I go numb, I ain't cryin nomore

Remember I was humble with this rap shit

These streets make me a savage, and I ain't apologizin' no more

Tell me why da opps be dick ridin', next minute, they diss you

I can't even cope with all this pain that I done been through

Niggas that you grew up with'll really turn against you

These bullets in this chopper, nonchalant, I won't miss you

YeaI love you, but I had to cut you off, you too accessible

I tried to quit smokin', but it's hard when you the next to blow

I just had a threesome with two thick bitches from Mexico

They glock gone meet this head, it turn his brain into a vegetable

I got all my Grammys in the streets, fuck' an award Show

my opps sister a fuck on me, and streetz and start a war zone

Baby, I'ma always get this money, I'm resourceful

My cousin turn into a rat, now I don't feel remorseful

But I'm still ballin', labels on my phone, they keep callin

If it ain't bout a M, why you talkin'

If it ain't bout no money, why you textin' me

Next to me, free my brother's Streetz, that shit be stressin' me

Fuck the gram, who got you in real life, that's what the lesson be

Cut her off, she dead to me, I'm movin' on to better things

Said I got bigger and better dreams, oh

Oh

Talk to me, talk to me, oh

Talk to me, talk to me, oh

Talk to me, talk to me, oh

Talk to me, talk to me, oh

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