Saved By The Bell ft. NipscoGang Foreign

Saved by the bell, I ain't talking school alarms. I know the grower; I don't do middleman. You can catch me at the farm. You only want me for my money, bitch, you can miss me with the charm. Ain't gotta gas me up when that bag touchdown, feel like Bret Favre. Told that nigga, come sit with me, young nigga, you going far. I just pulled up in that Trackhawk Jeep, baby, I ain't rent this car. She wanna smoke this gas with me; I gotta dance with the stars. Ain't gotta put in that act for me; who you is is who you are

I got her taking back shots, but nah, we ain't at no bar. I could've went for the hole-in-one, but fuck it, I take the par. I'm busting plays, dodging narcs; I pull up like Instacart. I got bags of exotic weed; nah, I don't fuck with the carts. I done put his ass on, act like he ain't know which way to start. I'm done talking 'bout what you did; told that nigga just check the charts. I gotta do a surveillance check before I serve you by that school. I got too much time for one bitch; now my bitch is coming too

My nigga fucking with them books; I ain't talking Dr. Seuss. That nigga said he did what? Nigga, I ain't seen no proof. I told him, hold your chin up, nigga; I been through that too. I don't pick no pen up when I be in the booth

Ayy, Saved by the bell, I ain't talking school alarms. I know the grower; I don't do middleman. You can catch me at the farm. You only want me for my money, bitch, you can miss me with the charm. Ain't gotta gas me up when that bag touchdown, feel like Bret Favre. Told that nigga, come sit with me, young nigga, you going far. I just pulled up in that Trackhawk Jeep, baby, I ain't rent this car. She wanna smoke this gas with me; I gotta dance with the stars. Ain't gotta put in that act for me; who you is is who you are

Pull up in a track; I don't know how to act. How the fuck you balling and you ain't got no racks? How the fuck trapping and you ain't sold no pack? No GPS, but bro will bring 'em where you at

We get out on feet; they shoot out the car. We pouring up Wock while they sipping par. You ain't got no pape? Wanna see me tomorrow? No, I ain't got shit; lil bitch can't borrow. I used to bust serves out my Monte Carlo. I can't fuck with dog because he got parvo. They looking for me; I'm with the narcos. Pull up with bricks stamped with the barcode. I left that bitch; they like, where your heart go? I'm having gas, but bro didn't fart though. These bitches mad, but it ain't March though. Brody pulled up, but he didn't park though. They looking for me; they like, where is Waldo? Come here, lil bitch, I can pay your car note. I'm not in a Wraith, but I be with stars though. I got hella shots, but I'm not a bar though