[Intro] Not Savage Gang

[Verse 1] I’ll spend a band
I’ll give my shooter ten
He gon hope out that Benz
Get yo ass in the blend
I ain’t got time to play we’ll knock off your friends
Let a nigga try to play we’ll knock off his hands
Nah, I ain’t the one to play with
Seen you up high, tell me if you seen the spaceship
Spend right now it ain’t shit to take a day trip
Bully got the racks get you killed for some paper
Remember I got caught, in Solo
40 Glock with a dick, no homo
I’m in Dallas with the nine, no Romo
I don’t like to waste time, cause we loco
Fuck all that talking let’s do it right now
Got a suppressor it ain’t making no sound
Catch you under pressure and we’ll lay your ass down
We’ll shoot a nigga then skip out of town
You pussy in real life, all the rap shit that you doing got you real hype
Super Savage Gang, Double sg and take ya life
Kidnap ya kids, take the racks, then Dump your wife
I don’t beef with niggas on the net
Make his face ugly, we gon hit him with a tec
Gotta baseball bat like I’m playing for the Mets
Shooters on guard all you finna see is red
Take a 223, aim it ya head
Catch you while you sleep leave you dead in the bed
They ain’t call my phone but if they did we going Fed
I don’t like to cap rap but I can’t rap what I did
Gotta watch how I move cause I’ll rap what I live
Take his body then drop him down by the river

[Verse 2] Still fuck 12, we don’t fuck with no pigs
Let a nigga play, put a hole in his liver
Hell nah I ain’t put a hook on this
Pull up on your block, I don't know about a diss
Block a bad bitch let that hoe give you a kiss
It’s a whole lot of pints getting remixed
I don’t know what y’all doing I’m just getting to the bag
I don’t if y’all shooting I’ll do a nigga bad
It’s a whole lot of niggas man ran off with the swag
We'll Leave your brains on your lap and you Jag
Let me know what it is, we’ll pull up kill your dad
Double sg rank one Taliban
All of these choppers from Afghanistan
How much you spent on them shoes? ‘Bout a band
How much you spent on some guns? Lot of band
Christian Dior’s know I bought them in France
I’m with young niggas that clap you like hands
I’m with young niggas that’ll jack all ya mans
Shooters go dumb on the roof with it
Hang out the roof of the coop with it
Shooting all three’s, I don’t hoop nigga
You ain’t gang Imma keep you out the loop nigga

[Outro] Yeah, gotta be gang
If you ain’t then Imma keep you out the loop, you feel me?
You gotta be on that shit for real though
Everybody be acting nowadays, like, just be real. Be yourself