Photo Copied

[Intro] Yeah You lucky [Chorus] Yeah, I'm on savage time, nigga I'm on savage time I'm on ratchet time I'm gon' smash her, she's so out of pocket I'm gon' smash her, but she photocopied [Verse 1] Once I adapted, I got more options I told her no, that bitch she told me, "Yeah, zaddy" Man, she tryna get at me Hoes be telling they business so tacky We don't wanna cuddle with none of you bitches We don't wanna hustle with none of you niggas Uh, I'm cool on them, don't even dap them niggas Uh, I was in the trap, they tried to trap a nigga I pull up in that new Maybach and they wave These niggas won't chuck no deuces, they got ho ways I walk inside the club and they wave I put headshots and more hits out on my enemies [Pre-Chorus] I got love for all my niggas who got love for me I got Blood, Crips and GDs in my family tree And wherever I go, them Vice Lords with me You don't want no static, we just got these things established Bobble head bitches, they get smashed automatic Your baby mama out of pocket, knowing I'm a savage I told you I'ma give you that dope I told you I'ma give you that dope You niggas don't exist, we eat filet mignon Go brazy with your bitch, she tryna stay the night The first thing in the a.m., send her on a flight [Chorus] Yeah, I'm on savage time, nigga I'm on savage time I'm on ratchet time I'm gon' smash her, she's so out of pocket I'm gon' smash her, but she photocopied [Verse 2] I passed her off like, "Ooh, bitch, I'm him" I'm seein' the way she actin' on the 'Gram You misrepresentin' who I am Oh, hold up That photoshop making me nervous I told you, bitch, making me nervous I know you ain't saving that pussy You let somebody play in that pussy And it's oh, it's okay, though [Pre-Chorus] I got love for all my niggas who got love for me I got Blood, Crips and GDs in my family tree And wherever I go, them Vice Lords with me You don't want no static, we just got these things established Bobble head bitches, they get smashed automatic Your baby mama out of pocket, knowing I'm a savage I told you I'ma give you that dope I told you I'ma give you that dope You niggas don't exist, we eat filet mignon Go brazy with your bitch, she tryna stay the night The first thing in the a.m., send her on a flight [Chorus] Yeah, I'm on savage time, nigga I'm on savage time I'm on ratchet time I'm gon' smash her, she's so out of pocket I'm gon' smash her, but she photocopied