Str8 Savage

[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]

These niggas lightweight fightin a champion

I pull up with the simmie niggas askin what happen

Yeah I spit dope like a nigga be trappin

Flow wet can you pass me a napkin?

Imma vet with yo bitch I be makin it happen

You a internet thug talkin bout you be clappin

I'm a real like Mac told yo bitch cuz she asked me

Flow just nasty

All in yo face like acne

Coolin wit my dogs like shaggy

My bitch hold a strap no tranny

I'm concrete you candy

Hot fire flame might make your bitch fan me

Shots at your family

Glock to your granny

I run up in yo yard like the dog don't scare me

He get two shots too

You step dad and your pops too

Now your stuck and its not glue

I can draw one Glock cuz I got two

I spit thunderbolts

I'm Riachu

I put the guns away

And Mike Tys' you

I give em straight bars I indite you

No fed tho

Hollow tips straight to a nigga head tho

I cut his ease off

Make him beg tho

I tell my girlfriend

Grab his legs hoe

I cut his head off I'm the head honcho

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]

What the fuck is up with these niggas conscious

I do a nigga like how Drizzy did Common

Common sense I am not the one to plot against

Cuz you know Curry is ultimate

Coming down coming round hearing a hundred rounds

I'm from a place where they run it down

Even tho its the future it feels like the past and the present is passin my blunt around

Will it ever change like a parking meter When I park niggas spark the heat up

Man down or Nelson Mandela put behind the bars

We the best seller in the underground I'm the best seller

Niggas think I sold out

Only way that to happen is if they took my soul out

All swag re [?]

In that's no doubt

Take em out missin like they whoopie goldberg's eyebrows

Didn't like to hear me now they fear me

This for all the niggas who dont know bout the truth

Why you think the magazines cover people like you

You ain't talkin bout shit yet they do what you do

Corruptin to youth

Invasion of the wack shit to lame

This is a taste test of my black dick

Fuckin up environment

Lives in the entire run

Face the wrath of my mothafuckin Gallic gun

Bitches ain't shit and niggas ain't either

I am not kidding I'll send em to a reaper

That's a jk that's a damn shame how the game played late

Raised in the un-tamed county of Dade