Slay The Savages Lyrics

Like nigga what you want to do

Because either way it go I'm John Wick, I shoot comfortable

Morton Grove, Hi-tec or the Tris, it's up for you to choose

My granny get the scipts from CVS we trying to bop the juice

A jointed up trophy from my city I hold all the motion

556's left him swimming in his blood his body floating

If you never popped nothing you not a trophy boy don't even boast it

Stepped back and gave them buckets for the town, Demar Derozan

I'm good in every section that I touch I keep these niggas pressured up

Got done trife by some bitches a lot of shit that I can't trust

These niggas gay with hoe emotions man that's why I keep a gun

Too many fades that I done ran it ain't no doubt I'm John's son

I might pack a punch my glocky add the switchy with a drum

My opps said they wanted smoke

I burned some holes all through they lungs

But I dont even got no opps I'm top opp four number one

She shaking ass off the casa said she never had this fun

Niggas get on hard beats and rap about shit that they ain't done

Nigga that's your brodie gun

You don't shoot you really run

And boy you never hit the road so how you stacking all your funds

I snatched your bitch and gave her back she saying four you such a don

This thirty stick hang from the bottom of my gun just for the extra stragglers

And fuck a demon I'm that nigga with the sword that come and slay the savages

Dead presidents and ammunition stuffed inside the mattresses

I'm not capping

I'm a flood my mom & granny wrists with Pateks

I can hit that road alone ain't never needed extra passengers

Like what the fuck these niggas really on, I think they want to see me crashing

My twin been going through a lot of shit, I feel his pain in fractions

These niggas copy everything, I do yeah Mr. Racks, I set trends