save dat shit

Lyrics

[Intro] Yow, I get high, yo (Baby Beel) Yuh, these niggas fake (Brr), these hoes is fake (Baby Beel) Yuh, this ho do a line, then she tell me everything that she hate She sings every line to my song, 'cause she know she can't hate [Verse] Had to say sorry to my mom for all the drugs that I take Bih', I fucked up off pills and the drank (Bi') Cannot hear shit that you sayin' (Bi') Me and twin hop out, sprayin' shit I can't have no main bi', I don't want no fame, bi' I'm like, "Fuck the fame, bi'" In my hood, I'm sanctioned M241 sanctioned, M149 sanctioned Them shootas do not say shit In the trap, I'm famous, yo' ho see me, shе fainted Can't have my heart, its taintеd She want love, told her, "Save that shit" [Chorus] (Yow, save that shit) Save that shit, huh (Save that shit) Save that shit (Save that shit) That ho want some love, and I told her save that shit (Save that shit) Yeah, she want some love and I told her "Save that shit", yo I step on the stage and I told 'em, "Play that shit", yeah I get on the stage and I told 'em, "Play that shit", yow I step on the stage and I told 'em, "Play that shit", yow Huh, run that shit, yo, huh, run yo' shit, yo Finesse cult, bitch, like, run yo' shit, yo [Bridge] And I think I need a ambulance, I'm bleeding out on my desk (On my desk) I don't need no medicine, I take the hand out, I'm not stressed I take a hand out, I'm not—, yow I'm not sick no more, 'till I saw her post [Verse 2] Now I'm getting throat, get off mic', might fuck this ho Tell my bros what I'm on, these hoes trippin' in my phone Tell the ho, "Get out my phone", you not listening and I don't have time Bitch, trust me, I'd rather get fried, yeah, bitch, I'd rather get fried This bitch is living a lie, so she get kicked out the ride I'm on the ride with two studs, you know that I'm clutching that nine Yo' bi' say, "yuke is the best", so she givin' them cheeks and all of her time You really went after that smut after me, yeah, that shit had me cryin' I'm smoking green's like a fucking athlete, you know what the fuck goin' on Bitch, I make bread like a athlete, but I don't play no sports With that '223, I'm shootin' greens, I'm shootin' from full court Told 'em come backstage and beat that nigga up if you come to my tour [Outro] Misery tour to yo' bitch house, she told me, "Don't pull out" Misery tour straight to yo' trap, pull up with gang, we catching hats We double back, we spin again Smoking from the black then shoot at yo' town Smell all the rats we shootin' at now Call all my haters, like, "Where were you when?" Yeah, call all my haters like, "Where were you when?" Call all my haters, like— (Yeah) Call all my haters, like, "Where were you when?" Yeah, yow