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Woah
Me and Lord D'Andre at the round table
Y'all know how the fuck we coming (Rockstar)
Lotto Savage (Oh lord)
Heaven's Darkest Angel
I put food on the table
Breaking bread with my neighbors
Cause they know that I'm their savior
Ain't no money conversation you can
Save that shit for later
I been praying for a juug
God told me to be patient
Running laps around these peons tryna' dodge the hate
I know we gone eat so let's just say our grace
Rockstar living, this shit so amazing
This ain't Call of Duty, Savage ain't gone play no games with you
Slang' that stick like a guitar, no I ain't playing with 'em
Load up, Slide down the opp's block, yeah we gone spray them niggas
He say he want smoke, he get the vapor
Just fucked another nigga bitch, I'm having paper
We don't stop at red lights, give him the whole clip
Couple shots out that AR will make his soul flip
Money talk, we at the round table
This ain't Black Ops, but that Glock give him a halo
Rock out
These niggas want smoke don't make me pop out
Ayy, my pockets getting swole
Just like Popeye (Aye)
Sipping this drank' like water
Yo bitch gone ride me like Marta
Fuck 12 speed off on a charger
Take a nigga soul like Pinky
Yellow gold, this chain not cheesy
Mud got me slowed like Weezy
I'm on the wave like Wheezy
Make your bitch sing to me like Breezy
Shawty think that I'm a demon
Can't trade on my team, no treason
(Oh no, no way)
Off-White, all night
We don't stop at red lights
We taking chances (I swear)
Pop me a Addy
(Gang! Gang!)
Hit up my Rollacks, they ain't on payroll
Glock 45 give him a halo
He thought he had a pint, gave him som Karo
And when it's smoke, my shooters never lay low
Unfold the Kel-Tec, make him do the Fabo
And every day I wake up, gotta get another bankroll
Woah woah woah
Lotto, Savage
Oh Lord, ayee
Heaven's Darkest Angel
I put food on the table
Breaking bread with my neighbors
Cause they know that I'm their savior
Ain't no money conversation you can
Save that shit for later
I been praying for a juug
God told me to be patient
Running laps around these peons tryna' dodge the hate
I know we gone eat so let's just say our grace
Rockstar living, this shit so amazing
This ain't Call of Duty, Savage ain't gone play no games with you
Slang' that stick like a guitar, no I ain't playing with 'em
Load up, Slide down the opp's block, yeah we gone spray them niggas
He say he want smoke, he get the vapor
Just fucked another nigga bitch, I'm having paper
We don't stop at red lights, give him the whole clip
Couple shots out that AR will make his soul flip
Money talk, we at the round table
This ain't Black Ops, but that Glock give him a halo