[Hook: AJ Tracey]
Unholy in the trap, we're tryna break bread
Moving like a Monk, I'm finna bless heads
Savage disciple when you follow me
I'm darker than them demons, n***as gonners G
Holy water in my cup, champagne
I study all the messages and campaigns
Savage disciple, you n***as follow me
My youngen disciples all let the hollows beat

[Verse 1: Jay Amo]
I'm a savage disciple, I'm creeping in the hood
Knuckle's up a couple K so he's feeling good
You know I smoke that green, I don't touch that buj
I'm not in jail for a couple things I really should
I'm trapping and stacking to try and double the piff
Exes out here taxing bookie n***as 'bout half a jib
Savage disciple, you know I'm ducking pigs
Then you know I'm going back to the block to light my spliff
What you know about the mandem [?] bagging OT? I was feeling pissed
My man said he dissed me but when I heard it it weren't even a diss
I don't do grime but when I'm hosting you know I'm taking a risk
When I'm locked up in police cells, I'm a nuisance fam, I'm taking the bisc'
So let me start talking the truth, it's about to get sticky like a tar in a zoot
You tried sly-merk me, I didn't sly-merk back, that's why I went harder than you
I still shot and do scores, if you say you like Looney's music, pause
Go online and support the cause before I send for the reboar to blow off your jaw
[Hook: AJ Tracey]
Unholy in the trap, we're tryna break bread
Moving like a Monk, I'm finna bless heads
Savage disciple when you follow me
I'm darker than them demons, n***as gonners G
Holy water in my cup, champagne
I study all the messages and campaigns
Savage disciple, you n***as follow me
My youngen disciples all let the hollows beat

[Verse 2: Cess]
Me, Jay and Loonz, we're some real savages
Knuckles in the yard just bagging cabbage
Anti youngens in my bit, loose cannons
They be off the shits, they be stick savving
Thotty in my trap wanna blow man
Cooling in the trizap where we throw crack
Still billing Future in this dirty trap
Got some youngens off the shits don't to lo' up mags

[Verse 3: AJ Tracey]
Sitting in the trap with the chop-up
N***as talk gas on the trap, tell them shut up
Bruddas wanna act on the dust when we bruck up
[?] but you ain't from the gutter
See I'm always dreaming about racks
Man I'm after that mula
Two bills to put me on tracks
Or I'm back to Oz with no [?]
My crops be looking like FarmVille
Been poking chicks with no FB
My dargs are peak but I'm calm still
My bars are smokey like SB
Chilling in the Royce like Marco
On the move and my donnies real darko
Big chain and I'm looking like slavery
Roast your face like a patty in a bakery