CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Yung Savage Trap Shit*
Ayyyy, huh? Yeah! Eshketett
I want yo - Graaa!
I'm with yo b*t*h, she dreamin'
Brr, ay, brr,?bop,?bop, bop, bop,?bop
Whoo!
B*t*h I'm off the xans, and?I'm leanin
B*t*h you know I'm maf**kin' geekin'
Awe, b*t*h I'm inna club inna party wit the demons, uh
If he talk sh*t, he get hit from the demons, uh
Ay, put a f**k pu**y lil face in the cement, (What, I said)
I said, put a f**k pu**y face in the f**kin' cement, uh
Do not f**kin' hit me up if you can't party wit the demons, uh
B*t*h, I'm off the molly, and I'm ma'f**kin' leanin', uh
And my blunt is laced with fentanyl for b*t*hes who be fiendin', uh
I put two percoset, and b*t*h I'm leanin', uh
I just popped five xans, it's got me dreamin', uh
Put a bullet in yo head, that's Spring cleanin', uh
I'mma mothaf**kin' demon, uh, I'mma mothaf**kin' demon, uh
I'mma mothaf**kin' demon, uh, I'mma mothaf**kin' demon, uh
Brand new Coupe with the stars, and it's xenon, uh
One bean, two bean, you could say I'm ma'f**kin' beanin', uh
Pop another bean, now I'm ma'f**kin' tweakin', uh
One perc, two perc, choppa put you inna dirt, uh
This is here, right now, give a f**k bout whatchu heard
Please run ya mouth, if you tryna get hurt
Have 'em runnin' out, 'fore this choppa aim at her
Five bullets in his mouth, now he dyin' on the curb, uh
Know his momma miss his presence, but it's his fault, it wasn't her
I have no problems wit this choppa, it could put you in the dirt, uh
If you run up on my block, talkin' sh*t, you could get murked, uh
Bean! With the beam! Talkin' on me you get beat!
One, two shots to yo feet and to yo spleen!
Smokin' a blunt in the back of the truck
Sippin' on purp, and I'm startin' to lean
Got the rifle in my left
I aim it at yo spleen
I'm with all my boys
And we poppin' some percs
Maybe even a bean, yuh
Lacin' all this gas
Because you all be f**kin' fiends
Stupid lil b*t*h gotta look at my fit
Made 50k, put some ice on my wrist
Blick make 'em evaporate, like he sum mist
Stupid lil b*t*h suck my d**k like a tick
Told the lil hoe not to f**k wit my clique
Sneaky lil b*t*h just know you ain't slick
Shots to his stomach, he feel like he sick
Stupid lil b*t*h gotta look at my fit
I want yo - Graaa!
I'm with yo b*t*h, she dreamin'
Brr, ay, brr,?bop,?bop, bop, bop,?bop
Whoo!
B*t*h I'm off the xans, and?I'm leanin
B*t*h you know I'm maf**kin' geekin'
Awe, b*t*h I'm inna club inna party wit the demons, uh
If he talk sh*t, he get hit from the demons, uh
Ay, put a f**k pu**y lil face in the cement, (What, I said)
I said, put a f**k pu**y face in the f**kin' cement, uh
Do not f**kin' hit me up if you can't party wit the demons, uh
B*t*h, I'm off the molly, and I'm ma'f**kin' leanin', uh
And my blunt is laced with fentanyl for b*t*hes who be fiendin', uh
I put two percoset, and b*t*h I'm leanin', uh
I just popped five xans, it's got me dreamin', uh
Put a bullet in yo head, that's Spring cleanin', uh
I'mma mothaf**kin' demon, uh, I'mma mothaf**kin' demon, uh
I'mma mothaf**kin' demon, uh, I'mma mothaf**kin' demon, uh
Brand new Coupe with the stars, and it's xenon, uh
One bean, two bean, you could say I'm ma'f**kin' beanin', uh
Pop another bean, now I'm ma'f**kin' tweakin', uh
One perc, two perc, choppa put you inna dirt, uh
This is here, right now, give a f**k bout whatchu heard
Please run ya mouth, if you tryna get hurt
Have 'em runnin' out, 'fore this choppa aim at her
Five bullets in his mouth, now he dyin' on the curb, uh
Know his momma miss his presence, but it's his fault, it wasn't her
I have no problems wit this choppa, it could put you in the dirt, uh
If you run up on my block, talkin' sh*t, you could get murked, uh
Bean! With the beam! Talkin' on me you get beat!
One, two shots to yo feet and to yo spleen!
Smokin' a blunt in the back of the truck
Sippin' on purp, and I'm startin' to lean
Got the rifle in my left
I aim it at yo spleen
I'm with all my boys
And we poppin' some percs
Maybe even a bean, yuh
Lacin' all this gas
Because you all be f**kin' fiends
Stupid lil b*t*h gotta look at my fit
Made 50k, put some ice on my wrist
Blick make 'em evaporate, like he sum mist
Stupid lil b*t*h suck my d**k like a tick
Told the lil hoe not to f**k wit my clique
Sneaky lil b*t*h just know you ain't slick
Shots to his stomach, he feel like he sick
Stupid lil b*t*h gotta look at my fit
