Dj little king with us
On that young ** **
Yeah we kick down the door we want everything
That's how we came in the game **
Hood rich hood
No coast sign no bounces **
They need us for the bounce ** bounce **
Yeah on your pants around here mister postman
You won't let me do it ** let's go
I ain't feel my face yeah steady on my waist
Real street ** and I keep a dirty cake
Hit my first lit and I found thirty k
Wow but I blew this **
** I do this **
You can go and ask the streets
Cause they knew this **
I got your ** blowing ** like a hooker stick
And I'm still trapping and I'm still rapping
I'm twenty one savage
You ** ** at
You ** ** at me
** ** you all ** so basic
I got ak forty sevens I'll give your ** a face lift
Have you dodgin' bullets like neyo on the matrix
Skrrt skrrt skrrt scrape the bowl like gritch
Skrrt skrrt skrrt
I pew pew pew ** boy until you hit
You been rapping out your life
And you still ain't made a hit
I slaughter gang savage give a ** about a hit
I grab that ak forty seven and I let it hit fly
Pull up on your block and watch you ** ** do
You say you 'bout that ** and what you ** ** do
You know us
You don't pull up on the air you getting deal
I hit that hoe for about a hour
Then I had to deal that money
Keep on calling saying bring your west chill
With a
Knife in my face yeah
Steady on my waist
Real street **
And I keep a dirty cake
Hit my first lit and I found dirty cake wow
But I blew this ** I did it ** I do this **
Yeah you can go and ask the
Cause they knew this **
I got your ** blowing ** like a hooka stick
And I'm still trapping
And I'm still rapping I'm twenty one savage
You ** ** average
Knife in my face pistol at your temple
Blah blah blah slaughter gang
Drop a ** and we snatch the chain
And these ** lame
Any ** ** they ain't have the stain
I got your main ** with me yeah she on the **
Took her to the slaughterhouse
And let her meet the savage
All my ** having it they really count cash
Catch it down bad gang banger red flag
If you want it you can get it
I can show you how to make it
Put your wrist aside a boat and swirl it in rotation
I gotta keep it dirty k my ** become from hait I plug
Tried to tip me so you know I had to take a sip
Dike in my face tatted on my waist
Real street ** and I keep a thirty k
Hit my first lick and I found thirty k
But I blew this ** I do this **
You can go and ask the streets
Cause they knew this **
I got your ** blowing ** like a hooker stick
And I'm still trap
Yeah and I'm still rap
Yeah I'm twenty one savage you ** ** at
'cause a little king