[Intro]
\n(Keystone)
\nOkay, okay, uh huh
\n
\n[Chorus: Savv4x]
\nIf you slip I'm a send you to hell
\nPlease don’t step in the field cause its real
\nHeavy metal I walk with my steel
\nAnd I will rob you for real, I don't steal
\nOn the fourteenth floor where his head got popped
\nHe got lined by a bitch tryna kill
\nAnd the next one died in his wheels no cap (Yeah)
\nI know that they mad
\nAnd I’m still drenched with a switch on the back
\nAnd you still lack while your niggas are packed
\nAnd I still kick doors, take down your trap
\nI'm taking the ricks or I'm taking your pack
\n
\n[Verse 1: Savv4x]
\nI'm taking your life or I'm taking the ricks
\nThe phone get hot I'm a dash 'way the sim
\nFuck the sim I'm a dash 'way the phone
\nFuck on your bitch and I'm sending her home
\nShe just kissed you, I had my dick in her throat
\nShe said she missed you, but I know the truth little bro
\nThat’s a lie 'cause she just told me she hate home
\nShe said you don't fuck right and you bank too broke
\nThat's why she link Savage and shit on the lows
\nWhy do you think Ks been sending her home?
\nWe come fully equipped
\nWhy she fuck with the bros
\nGet the pin on a opp and I'm wippin' his nose
\nSmooth criminal cro I'm coming like Jackson
\nGet a drop, creep up, make him do backflips
\nYou know me get the drop I'm a slam it
\nI'll detach your face if you speak on the mandem
\nI'll knock off your head if you speak on my crodie
\nNiggas get burnt up, smoked like a boggie
\nScreaming out red rum, I'm banging my .40
\nThe trap come [?], might give you a nose bleed
\nDon't stand in the smoke crodie you might high
\nYou don't wanna end up like one of these guys
\nI served them rocks make them lean all the time
\nOr I buss up a play take you down with the guys
\nAnd shout out my 'Villers, Yung Dz my slime
\nI don’t gotta ask, he gon' jump in the ride
\nIf I don't have a mask then my shirt a disguise
\nWhy you say that you slide, you shootin' the sky
\nWhen I'm smokin' your crodie I'm getting so high
\nAnd life been good cuz they just freed my guys
\n
\n[Chorus: Savv4x]
\nIf you slip I'm a send you to hell
\nPlease don’t step in the field cause its real
\nHeavy metal I walk with my steel
\nAnd I will rob you for real, I don't steal
\nOn the fourteenth floor where his head got popped
\nHe got lined by a bitch tryna kill
\nAnd the next one died in his wheels no cap (Yeah)
\nI know that they mad
\nAnd I’m still drenched with a switch on the back
\nAnd you still lack while your niggas are packed
\nAnd I still kick doors, take down your trap
\nI'm taking the ricks or I'm taking your pack
\n
\n[Verse 2: Why G]
\nHe got caught on a date, dropped him like Jack and Jill
\nI'm sippin' on lean, the same time pop a pill
\nThese niggas too scary to go on a drill
\nShe look at my neck and she see half a mil'
\nThese niggas, they pillow talking Dr. Phil
\nYou want beef with the guys, better write up your will
\nDamn, one in his top, free spill
\nI'll watch it back like a killcam
\nThese pussies ain't never seen real bands
\nBring a right to your door like a mailman
\nCompact glizzy, I shoot it with one hand
\nEveryone dead 'cause I came in with no mask
\nI hit the button and then move fast
\nI got more than one body, but you knew that
\nI put my dick in her mouth, but don't chew that
\nHe's dead off the first shot, couldn't shoot back
\nHe left range on a stretcher, we called it a Maybach
\nNo Diddy, with the big glizzy, come take that
\nYoung rich nigga like pimp [?] back
\nIf it's not money, now with no chit chat
\nBreak a brick in a four pieces like Kit Kat
\nI ain't even shoot him, just gave him a bitch slap
\nToo much coke residue where my wrist at
\nGive me the low and you know I'm a flip that
\nDon't slip, don't lack, get turned into big gas
\nI might fuck your baby mom 'cause she got a big ass
\nHe tried to run but the switch clipped his head back
\nHe survived but his head is shaped like a hatchback
\n
\n[Chorus: Savv4x]
\nIf you slip I'm a send you to hell
\nPlease don’t step in the field cause its real
\nHeavy metal I walk with my steel
\nAnd I will rob you for real, I don't steal
\nOn the fourteenth floor where his head got popped
\nHe got lined by a bitch tryna kill
\nAnd the next one died in his wheels no cap (Yeah)
\nI know that they mad
\nAnd I’m still drenched with a switch on the back
\nAnd you still lack while your niggas are packed
\nAnd I still kick doors, take down your trap
\nI'm taking the ricks or I'm taking your pack\n\n
