Lotto Savage — Sharks, Killer Whales, and Piranha
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All of my niggas they with me
Lotto say fuck up the city
Slaughter Gang gettin’ it, I got a bun like I’m Drizzy
Run to the bag like I’m Fifty
Smokin’ on gas it’s helium
I got the racks, call me Tiffy
My niggas with it
Kick that lil bitch to the curb
21 gave me the word, yeah yeah
Vacuum seal to wrap it up, fuck the scale
We get our shit through the mail
Chopper keep screamin’ fuck 12
We got shooters on the roof, hit you from the air
All of my niggas they shells
Knife on my face so they don’t want no drama
I run with sharks, killer whales, and piranhas
I run with sharks, killer whales, and piranhas
I got them bales hid in the Phantom
Two bitches in the whip and it’s a rental
I saw your screen fall in the winter
Backwood stuck, two-thousand my denim
Plug send the pack in the mail and we off ’em
We selling three-five, we ain’t sellin’ no nicks
If I call Lil Key he gon’ pull up with sticks
If I call Two-Three he gon’ open your shit
My brother that fire, he gon’ off all the bricks
On MLK, he posted up cameras
Miss my brother with that sucker and scammer shit
Open up the fire, you know he gon’ handle shit
Fuck all that beefin’, we roastin’
Draco ass came with a scope shit
You can miss me with that ho shit
Bitch I’m making green so I’m always on go shi
All of my niggas they with me
Lotto say fuck up the city
Slaughter Gang gettin’ it, I got a bun like I’m Drizzy
Run to the bag like I’m Fifty
Smokin’ on gas it’s helium
I got the racks, call me Tiffy
My niggas with it
Kick that lil bitch to the curb
21 gave me the word, yeah yeah
Vacuum seal to wrap it up, fuck the scale
We get our shit through the mail
Chopper keep screamin’ fuck 12
We got shooters on the roof, hit you from the air
All of my niggas they shells
Knife on my face so they don’t want no drama
I run with sharks, killer whales, and piranhas
I run with sharks, killer whales, and piranhas
Mind of a maniac
Boulevard and we gon’ air you out with all that talkin’ shit
Free my nigga Zack, I wish he was out
Shawty don’t talk, he just pull up, start sparking shit
Bankroll, bitch I’m broke, never hardly
I’ma keep stacking paper regardless
Took too many xans, I think she retarded
Don Slaughter bitch, yeah I go the hardest
I’ma ball on these niggas regardless
You ain’t no shooter ‘less you on the boot
Gotta run my shit up, tryna get me some paper
Pouring up deuces in cream Faygos
Highway trafficking all these pints and bales
Stackin’ my money, tryna get a mil
Savage ain’t losing, ain’t never taking L’s
Don’t talk on the phone ’cause I don’t fuck with 12
All of my niggas they with me
Lotto say fuck up the city
Slaughter Gang gettin’ it, I got a bun like I’m Drizzy
Run to the bag like I’m Fifty
Smokin’ on gas it’s helium
I got the racks, call me Tiffy
My niggas with it
Kick that lil bitch to the curb
21 gave me the word, yeah yeah
Vacuum seal to wrap it up, fuck the scale
We get our shit through the mail
Chopper keep screamin’ fuck 12
We got shooters on the roof, hit you from the air
All of my niggas they shells
Knife on my face so they don’t want no drama
I run with sharks, killer whales, and piranhas
I run with sharks, killer whales, and piranhas
