Savage Disciple

[Hook: AJ Tracey] Unholy in the trap, we're tryna break bread Moving like a Monk, I'm finna bless heads Savage disciple when you follow me I'm darker than them demons, niggas gonners G Holy water in my cup, champagne I study all the messages and campaigns Savage disciple, you niggas follow me My youngen disciples all let the hollows beat [Verse 1: Jay Amo] I'm a savage disciple, I'm creeping in the hood Knuckle's up a couple K so he's feeling good You know I smoke that green, I don't touch that buj I'm not in jail for a couple things I really should I'm trapping and stacking to try and double the piff Exes out here taxing bookie niggas 'bout half a jib Savage disciple, you know I'm ducking pigs Then you know I'm going back to the block to light my spliff What you know about the mandem [?] bagging OT? I was feeling pissed My man said he dissed me but when I heard it it weren't even a diss I don't do grime but when I'm hosting you know I'm taking a risk When I'm locked up in police cells, I'm a nuisance fam, I'm taking the bisc' So let me start talking the truth, it's about to get sticky like a tar in a zoot You tried sly-merk me, I didn't sly-merk back, that's why I went harder than you I still shot and do scores, if you say you like Looney's music, pause Go online and support the cause before I send for the reboar to blow off your jaw [Hook: AJ Tracey] Unholy in the trap, we're tryna break bread Moving like a Monk, I'm finna bless heads Savage disciple when you follow me I'm darker than them demons, niggas gonners G Holy water in my cup, champagne I study all the messages and campaigns Savage disciple, you niggas follow me My youngen disciples all let the hollows beat [Verse 2: Cess] Me, Jay and Loonz, we're some real savages Knuckles in the yard just bagging cabbage Anti youngens in my bit, loose cannons They be off the shits, they be stick savving Thotty in my trap wanna blow man Cooling in the trizap where we throw crack Still billing Future in this dirty trap Got some youngens off the shits don't to lo' up mags [Verse 3: AJ Tracey] Sitting in the trap with the chop-up Niggas talk gas on the trap, tell them shut up Bruddas wanna act on the dust when we bruck up [?] but you ain't from the gutter See I'm always dreaming about racks Man I'm after that mula Two bills to put me on tracks Or I'm back to Oz with no [?] My crops be looking like FarmVille Been poking chicks with no FB My dargs are peak but I'm calm still My bars are smokey like SB Chilling in the Royce like Marco On the move and my donnies real darko Big chain and I'm looking like slavery Roast your face like a patty in a bakery