Intro
Gm Eb
F
I be on the phone with Doe Boy
Gm Eb
I be telling him, he inspired me to go harder
F
Know what I'm saying, real talk
[Verse 1]
Gm
My savages, my savages, my savages
F
I’m always dressing fresher than a mannequin
Gm
I grew up in a ruthless ass environment
F
I’m on the phone with yo, I ask him how the trial went
Gm Eb
35 racks is how my day was spent
F
I gotta cock it back, that’s how my day would get
Gm Eb
You got me thinking all these bitches artificial
F
The way you acting you must don’t respect a real nigga
Gm Eb
Roll some herb up, pour some syrup up
F
They tried to infiltrate us and then betrayed us
Gm
I told you way before what happened they was hating on us
Eb F
You know when we was juuging for it they was mad at us
Gm
Aye, this a letter for my dogs
Eb
How we let the money get between us
F
How we let these bitches get between us
Gm
How we let these niggas get between us
Eb F
I got love for all my savages with itchy fingers
Gm
I got love but it ain’t like the love I got for India
Eb F
She held me down when I was broke, I got her to infinity
Gm
My lil dog caught a murder, gone for infinity
F
Dumping ashes on your obituary, I know you feeling me
Gm
RIP my grand-dad Quick, he should have seen this shit
F
20 thousand on some child support, I seen that shit
Gm
Riding round with all them choppers, I done seen this shit
F
These rappers mad at me but these niggas ain’t doing shit
Gm
And I just bought a pound of kush so I can smoke that shit
Eb F
I went and spent a half a ticket at the dealership
Gm
The fame is doing a lot of damage to my friendships
A# F
If Esco didn’t love me would’ve been done jumped ship
Gm Eb
And it’s the love from my fans got me still here
[Interlude]
F
Monster!
Gm Eb F
Say I’m Illuminati, they tryna make me catch a body
[Verse 2]
Gm
I don’t know when I'ma flip, nigga
Eb
Get me some codeine and sip, nigga
F
Big bank saying wipe a nigga’s nose, my girl changed the lock on the doors
Gm
Before this shit pour up a fo', ain't falling in love with no ho
F
That what you want for me? That what you really expect?
Gm
You thinking I’m sitting up depressed?
Eb
I'm somewhere countin' up me a check
F
I hate I had to fuck with any of you niggas, that’s my only regret
Gm
Drag the mink on the floor
Eb
The Cuban links on my ho
F
Ten whips in a row, who would think we were poor?
Gm
Who would think we was poor?
Eb
There’s money laying on the floor
F
Got some hoes laying on some hoes
Got a shawty with me, she a pro
Gm
No she’ll never meet another nigga not another nigga like me
F
Even if he got a billion dollars he can’t make her cum like me
Gm
Who compliment you like me? It better be about an image
F
Tell me all of this a gimmick, they thought the whips got rented
Gm Dm
Because the Spurs weren't tinted, I told em ain't got nothing to hide
F
I told em I’m through with the pies
F
Told em fuck all of my wrongs, I don’t even write
Gm Eb
My savages, my savages, my savages
F
We gone leave a nigga stiffer than a mannequin
Gm Eb
F
Free all my niggas incarcerated, you heard?
Gm
Loyal for life, you heard?
Eb F
Gm Eb F
Free band gang! We global now..