Savage

[Intro: Ski Mask The Slump God]

Yo, you ever seen that episode of uhh

The third take almost fell through the door, I remember it

That SpongeBob, where Sandy was like, "I wanna go  ho-oome"

(I'm sweatin', I feel like a wet beverage 'cause it's water!)

That's how I feel fam

What?! Ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God]

King Julien, need my crown, hol' up

I like to wear Off-White in my town, and what?

Rich said he got us more white just like a gown, and what?

Look at my coat, it is just black and brown, uh

[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God]

Hi my name savage, savage, savage, savage, savage

So shout-out to savage

Hi my name savage, savage, savage, savage, savage

So shout-out to savage

I'm not 21, 'cause neither a gun nor knife

Mike Tyson you like the fuckin' bite

I might be flippin' the bird at sun or night

Because the Desert Eagle is my night-night

[Verse 1: Rich2Litt]

Big Benji in my pocket blue 'cause he can't breathe

For the guap, run around the block like an athlete

Keep the hammer with me 'cause these niggas wanna catch me

When I see him, beat his ass, and leave the scene nasty

New MacBook from a crack head for 30 cash

Pull off in a foreign whip with a .220 on the dash

Came a long way, man I bagged up a thousand grams

So much money now I gotta re-up rubber bands

Weed is so purple that shit lookin' like a bruise

Hit this shit so hard I make it feel like it's abused

And my weed so sticky think I used gorilla glue

Pull up to my hood, we show you what gorillas do

Pop a nigga top that shit it soundin' like a Snapple cap

I don't ever lie, ask about me I got Snapple facts

When niggas touch my work they say it break off like an avalanche

Shit so oily it won't come off if you wash your hands

Three whips on the highway, one full of coke

My mans crash the whip if the cops come I'm getting low

Shorty riding with me shotgun and she keep the toast

Dog I'm hitting 130 in a rush I gotta go

Red cookies backpack and that shit is filled with dope

Smoking from California up until I hit New York

I will never stop 'cause I'm hungry for this chicken

Niggas want a hundred thou, dog I want a billion

[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God]

Savage, savage, savage, savage, savage

So shout-out to savage

Hi my name savage, savage, savage, savage, savage

So shout-out to savage

I'm not 21, 'cause neither a gun nor knife

Mike Tyson you like the fuckin' bite

I might be flippin' the bird at some or none

Because the Desert Eagle is my night-night

[Bridge: Ski Mask The Slump God]

Ayy ayy, ayy, ayy

Huh (water!)

Ayy! Yuh, yuh

[Verse 2: Ski Mask The Slump God]

Beat up on a nigga like Piccolo

Gigolo, tippy-toe

In my new Rick Owens with a missin' toe

Kisses from your misses then I stroke her hole

Make her make a face like she just stepped on Legos

My bitch hot, like kettle

Then make a face like we playing Simon Says so

She say your dick is small as a wet Lego

Racks on me, I say 'bout 50 like Mayweather's score

Up like an uppercut and I'm sharp as daggers, hoe

How did my wrist so cold call me fuckin' Frozone

Way that the pistol sound sound like I just made it mow

But I don't need your help, fuck nigga rather just help myself

But I don't need your help, fuck nigga rather just help myself

[Pre-Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God]

King Julien, need my crown, hol' up

I like to wear Off-White in my town, and what?

Rich said he got us more white just like a gown, and what?

Look at my coat, it is just black and brown, uh

[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God]

Hi my name savage, savage, savage, savage, savage

So shout-out to savage

Hi my name savage, savage, savage, savage, savage

So shout-out to savage

I'm not 21, 'cause neither a gun nor knife

Mike Tyson you like the fuckin' bite

I might be flippin' the bird at some or none

Because the Desert Eagle is my night-night