Текст песни 221 SAVAGE (feat. Lil Coco Beats) - LIL DEEZY

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