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Lotto Savage

"Sharks, Killer Whales, & Piranhas"

[Chorus]
All of my n*ggas they with me
Lotto say f*ck 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 n*ggas with it
Kick that lil b*tch to the curb
21 gave me the word, yeah yeah
Vacuum seal to wrap it up, f*ck the scale
We get our sh*t through the mail
Chopper keep screamin' f*ck 12
We got shooters on the roof, hit you from the air
All of my n*ggas 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

[Verse 1]
I got them bales hid in the Phantom
Two b*tches 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 sh*t
My brother that fire, he gon' off all the bricks
On MLK, he posted up cameras
Miss my brother with that sucker and scammer sh*t
Open up the fire, you know he gon' handle sh*t
f*ck all that beefin', we roastin'
Draco ass came with a scope sh*t
You can miss me with that ho sh*t
b*tch I'm making green so I'm always on go sh*t

[Chorus]
All of my n*ggas they with me
Lotto say f*ck 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 n*ggas with it
Kick that lil b*tch to the curb
21 gave me the word, yeah yeah
Vacuum seal to wrap it up, f*ck the scale
We get our sh*t through the mail
Chopper keep screamin' f*ck 12
We got shooters on the roof, hit you from the air
All of my n*ggas 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

[Verse 2]
Mind of a maniac
Boulevard and we gon' air you out with all that talkin' sh*t
Free my n*gga Zack, I wish he was out
Shawty don't talk, he just pull up, start sparking sh*t
Bankroll, b*tch I'm broke, never hardly
I'ma keep stacking paper regardless
Took too many xans, I think she retarded
Don Slaughter b*tch, yeah I go the hardest
I'ma ball on these n*ggas regardless
You ain't no shooter 'less you on the boot
Gotta run my sh*t 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 f*ck with 12

[Chorus]
All of my n*ggas they with me
Lotto say f*ck 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 n*ggas with it
Kick that lil b*tch to the curb
21 gave me the word, yeah yeah
Vacuum seal to wrap it up, f*ck the scale
We get our sh*t through the mail
Chopper keep screamin' f*ck 12
We got shooters on the roof, hit you from the air
All of my n*ggas 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

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