Salvage Lyrics

Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah

Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah

I love you Will

Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah

Oh, ah, oh, ah, oh, ah

Okay, finna put her to the test

Bitch, I'm with my dawg, I feel like I'm Johnny Test

Pull up on him, Jeffrey Dahmer how this glock eat up his flesh

Watched his blood splat everywhere, damn, it made a mess

S on my chest, I ain't Superman, I just want the sex

Think I'ma killer cause I close my eyes and all I see is red

Oh boy, pop a nigga in his face like he do meds

Oh boy, I ain't sleepin' till I hear that nigga dead

Salvage, watch him bleedin

Eyes closed, I hear screamin

Dark clouds, I see a demon

Glock ready, give me a reason

Grave digger, Paul Berrer, what I am

Don't want no breakfast, eggs or ham no Sam , I am

Don't need no haircut right now, just need a trim

Tryna get my digits up, tryna stack a M

I'm too damn high, start to count in two

The time I'm supposed to come and step on you

Got the wok in my hand, poured up another dose

I ain't trustin' no more bitches, they just pick n' choose