[Intro: Jock Lynz]
Know she in it for the paper
I don’t even got the paper
I ain’t nothing but a savage
Baby we could worry ‘bout the paper later
Know she in it for the paper
I don’t even got the paper
I ain’t nothing but a savage
Baby we could worry ‘bout the paper later
[Chorus: Jock Lynz & Vyekon]
Bust it open (for the savage)
Bust it open (for the savage)
Bust it open (for the savage)
Shawty you know I’m not established
Bust it open (for the savage)
Bust it open (for the savage)
Bust it open (for the savage)
Shawty you know I’m a savage
[Verse 1: Vyekon]
In the basement wildin’ like a savage
‘Cause the illy young nigga not established
Now lil’ mama wanna toss me in the garbage
Make me wanna go skydiving with a bad bitch
Young nigga bad to the bone, dancing naked to this song
Bridgy be blowing my phone, but I’d rather be alone
Sipping lean while I record, lotta verses, I’m a fool
I’m grabbing life by the horns and conversating with the bull
Reporting live from the Northside
I’m the Southside villain, slay whoever on my throne in the Northside
Oh! that nigga staring at my throne?
Best believe I’ll make him blind, I’m the savage for the north
Ain’t gotta lie, I’m that nigga they never Idolize
I’m the Vyekon, that creature they gotta idolize
I lose my mind, mama say wait on the Adonai
I lose my mind, hope I don’t give up on the Adonai
Stupid-intelligent, bitch niggas wildin’ cause this nigga heaven sent
Kroccity President, need a Hundred German hoes in my residence
Really I’m a savage, Vicky treat a nigga like he underage
Kroccity hoes really got no manners, Joanita on my mind but she underage
Hey Esiro! let’s have a Ménage with Mizz Haven in the desert, no mirage
Bet she prolly gon’ disrespect the cat, 'cause he ain’t look so good without the hat
Heard she finna bust it open for the cameras
Oh she wanna bust it open for the commas?
Highlife got her tripping like the xanax
Blow a young rich nigga for designers
I ain't nothing like that nigga, he a proud monkey
Vyekon a humble nigga and a proud junkie
Like Christ with the sandal, I’m down to earth
Jumped out the heavens down to earth, still I’m down to earth
I’m Jock Lynz with the lines
Way too many lines, never running outta lines
Jock Lynz with the lines, bust it open for the savage ‘cause he running outta time
[Chorus: Jock Lynz & Vyekon]
Bust it open (for the savage)
Bust it open (for the savage)
Bust it open (for the savage)
Shawty you know I’m not established
Bust it open (for the savage)
Bust it open (for the savage)
Bust it open (for the savage)
Shawty you know I’m a savage
[Verse 2: Jock Lynz]
She’s all about the gold standard
I’m all about the Cole standard
All about my shit, like it’s all pampers
Get in a plane, 'cause I’m finna take off
I ain’t got money if you wanna break up, break up
But I’m gonna make bread, and I’m only gonna break it with bitches that wait up
Mama said the young shall grow and the old will die
Men will stay the same, that’s a whole damn lie
Then I roll like cats if I sleep where the old man lie
Let em know I’m Lynz
Got my Facebook for the gold timeline
Beauty and the beast in my own damn mind
I’m beast right now, who’s my Belle now?
Got a ring for a bitch if she tell now
Ladies watch as I drink from the well now
This is hell now, this is cell ma
And I’m black in the movie like Elba
Pay attention while I ease myself, I need myself
[?] myself, it’s me, myself and I
Annihilate a beat and hope it gets me ridin’ in an Uber
If a lady leaves, then a lady leaves
‘Cause I don’t pursue her, That’s a wrong maneuver, I’m Jock Lynz
[Chorus: Jock Lynz & Vyekon]
Bust it open (for the savage)
Bust it open (for the savage)
Bust it open (for the savage)
Shawty you know I’m not established
Bust it open (for the savage)
Bust it open (for the savage)
Bust it open (for the savage)
Shawty you know I’m a savage
