Letras
Walking thru rap shit
Savvy gala
I'm on record walls
These bitches get me hot
I'm like a candle
Finna wax em off
He coming to my crib
His mouf is big
But we not finna talk
I told him ima artist
Baby showed up
In designer drawls
Told em ima dog
Can't pet the pussy
SHe not on leash
Idgaf what no bitch said
If it's not on a beat
Coochie give em justice
Super woke
Ts nigga in here sleep
Stripped the game
Jus like a slut
But bitch I can't perform for free
Fuck u mean u fwm
Ydek my name
U claim to fw Savv
But im still zee
W and w out the fame
Baby u a hoe and ima Mac
Bitch we are not the same
You a let a nigga hit
And suck his dici
Before he give u brain
I'm really sonning bitches
Hunting bitches
My program I'm running bitches
I don't want yo number
But u can give me a couple digits
Beef tar tar stuck in my teeth
Ts lil shit cost a couple digits
Baby gimme credit
Where it's due
The pin a couple digits
Sexy nigga and his friends
They all make music
Lemme hear the band
Book me for my bars
W out parole
The bail start at a band
Counting all ts pape
I think I'm running outta rubber bands
Don't ask if u can rap
Cus why u start if u don't think u can