221 SAVAGE ft. Lil Coco Beats Lyrics

Yerr

Aye, uh, aye

Holla, come again

I go backstage then go Jag-race

Close curtains of my Cullinan

Fast ways to make that cash raise

Dope-serving to your lover and

No rat chase, just latté, we sack-chase

You lack weight, want mad faces like stare-offs

Stunna Man!

Bish, I feel like Weezy F back in 98'

Or Juvenile, the juice is out, I spill on thy grave

Pop, lock and drop it, put it in, issa deposit

Hold my chalice, y'all two wishing bad like going to college

Bish, I just want that fair amount, all these bish niggas wan stare me down

My bad bish, she gon handle the wheel like Jada, she suck while the leg is out

I'm feeling like Migos, Papito, what's the price?

Yo heat just wanna make me come off the head like she removing the lice

All of the lights, she went OD for a night, yeah

Bag full of smoke, grabbing a hoe, your puppies they bark but don't bite, yeah

Ride by the coast, driving the boat, she wanna cope with the pipe, yeah

And that's life, that's life...

This rap shit too easy, this trap shit too easy

I wrack shit, no kizzy

(Aye these niggas can't fuck with me like for real)

This rap shit too easy, this trap shit too easy

I smash a chick that's like me, she too Deezy

Ayo Coco it's time to switch it up…

Ay, Hakey behind the boards

Coco, you did it twice

Like you ain't did it again, you did it multiple times

I'm a Don with a bish all did up

Tell em' hold your head like sit-ups

You raisin bars: Granola

I'm raising bars for chin-ups

Busting on opps - extendos

I stay up crescendo

Slice, slice, slice; Kimbo

We rolling with Cedes, no Benzos

Listen

She wanna sing like Mariah, she want to sing like Mariah

Carry herself like Mariah

Just get the knicks, just off a uh

She wanna sing like Mariah, she wanna sing like Mariah

Carry herself like Mariah

The bonnet silky smooth, that's a shoutout to my have-knots

I had her running like she Ricky ouhhh, cause I gave her back shots

My cardio good, just go peep how I ran down on my last opp

Since I've been up, you've been seeing how that jiggly ass drop

Dressed in fatigue, nigga I'm in my war clothes

If my girl ever throw a fit, I'll help her empty the wardrobe

Getting these drip checks, call it testing the waters

Wanna cross the lion? Fine, fangs to your chest, it's a slaughter

I remain violent like I should, fuck VV's, I'll buy the store

Got me a Chi bish, she fuck good, that's on BD like child support

Leaved you deceased, I up the glock, man, fuck your block

Go buck with shots, pull up in spots

A real G before the wap, nigga get that gwap