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