Savages

I'm barbaric to the fuck tards

I don't compare to the subpar

I'm here to see to it the mourning show

It's your funeral for your mom, plus your pa

I'm on the Russ Parr thus far, to us stars

This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (put it on)

They getting bodied by an old nigga

Tell them nigga's their baby mamas tryin' to roll with us

I send it back, 'til you mentally raped

Trying to cut carbs, doing the butt to DeBarge

Fly nigga mayday, tryna touch Mars

Tryna get a payday like a nut bar

Tryna get my own island, fuck cars

I'm without a bus card, living in demise

The record label pimpin' him, cause the raps he be givin' 'em

He can actually deliver them and make a

Motherfuckin' ribbon in the sky

I guess I'm just a specimen with the literacy, special ability

I'm characteristically raised, for everything still paid for

Embarrassed niggas like Kimbo with the steel cage flow

No time to take it in, yet, I'm still thankful

I don't discriminate, I take it in pesos

Tryna to close my curtain, I was in Capers

Now I'm insured by the street, now my stint paid for

Stickin with the papers

Sticking to any shit that I say, bro

This is the Vince Staples

I clearly only target the bosses

Whenever we arrive at your office

I definitely body your authors

I'm Martin Shkreli, everybody audit the auction

About it and cautious, a product of losses

Living modest, dealing with problems

That the cars in his closet is costing

Niggas hearts turn into jelly the second that they have to part with their celly

Live life behind real bars

They don't know what it feels like to have a real fight

At night in the dark with your celly

Never take advice from the jealous

Watch your man, even if you got to watch him take an L'ie

You still gotta stand by him like you Omelly

The white girl got you bugging out like Liza Minnelli

My car's on fire, the tires Pirelli

I'm Martin and Eddie

Searching for Taral Hicks

Not to give her a baby, but to put a life in her belly

I'm barbaric with the nine and all

Am I in everybody's top 5? Not at all

You could find a nigga name in the ladies room

On a lot of walls, topic of vagina monologues

I write a lot of bars, that's why I'm poppin' like an adderall

I'm duplicated, more than Audemars

If you could take the beef home with you

You could make a goat out of ours

If you can take the bars and the rhymes home you can make a soap out of ours

These are breaks you had to be casted

Fatality to flattery flaccid

You bleed blood, I leak battery acid

There's no wrath that you can accurately battle me after

I'm that great

After Adam and Eve ate the apple

I evaporated, came back a cadaver

You can't assassinate me

Name: abracadabra

Guns is named Latimer

Got the little kids doing dirty things in the hood for me

I ain't talking about the same as the Vatican

If it ain't immaculate it ain't adequate

I heard your dog switching genders, ain't that a bitch

Banana clip on an automatic, take that and split

This that lyrical, acrobatic, straight savage shit

Straight savage shit

Straight savage shit

Ant Man what's up

Let's go get these niggas

The whole hip hop game need a rap lift

Surgery to the trolls and the catfish

Say my name five times, I'm showing up to your home

To your computer room and your blow up little mattress

In the big black whip

Let your bitch lick my dick sack five times and take her to Saks Fifth

Everything I say is like an 8th in a transit

And just waiting to wrap you in plastic for a rapper to come and take it and spastically pass away

She fucking with you

She definitely could fake an orgasm

She fucking with me

She definitely could take a giraffe dick

And I'm just hustling like I'm at a cabaret

Straight savage

Anywhere I'm goin' land is the exit

If it ain't lavish

I'm my own man like Stedman

I took my life into my own hands same way I take matters

Listening to Coltrane on average

With a no name bad bitch

Took her to my home, laid it down on the table

In powder same way cocaine gathers

Oops, I mean pounded her

You can either get down with us

Or let the ground come up and get you like Hank Gathers

Niggas think they've seen the things that I've seen

Just cause we on Instagram in the same glasses

Just cause we in the YSL same jacket

Doesn't mean that we're cut from the same fabric

What the fuck, is you high as hell?

You know nothing about the iron in the tire well

All you know about is the obvious shit

Like Kanye riffing or what? He'll probably yell

And I bet you probably one of the old creeps helping Kylie Jenner little body sell

Mermaids, water, good diver skills

Sandwiches in the Desert with a side of mayo

Transcriptions in the present got a lot of mail

Still getting money off the books like Galileo

I'm in the Panamera listening to Pantera

The bitch with me, sipping on caberna and [?]

I keep a narcotic in the car by the teaspoon

I give her a G-Unit, I hear she a fan of Yayo

I got to roll with a gat in the back

I get pulled over and they ask who I am

Oh, because the accent is black?

I tell them I'mma poet cause it's a dead giveaway

That I'm much more than just a Cat in the Hat

I be laughing at your guys while laughing at you

If you ask who I am nigga, I'm laughing at that

I'm a bullseye for time to laugh and attack

Kiss my ass and after that I put your ass in the crack

Speaking of crack rock, my pocket line with that

You could step on my pocket and break your momma back

Every weapon of pound I got is Floyd Mayweather

Doing a movie definitely ready to counter act

Got your bitch jumping 'round on the boat

Looking like when flounder flap

And it ain't because she found a map

We savages

If your bitch with us and you call her and she tell you that she tied up

She might be literally bound and gagged

I'm sick, I'm sick and permanent

Like the doctor opened me up and found a mask

Close me up, left inside of me an ounce of hash

I exercise for dumbbells hanging onto the gun rail

While I'm pressing up piles of cash