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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
Seth Firkins
Seth Firkins
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
You lucky
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm on savage time, ****
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her, she's so out of pocket
I'm gon' smash her, but she photocopied
[Verse 1]
Once I adapted, I got more options
I told her no, that bitch she told me, "Yeah, zaddy"
Man, she tryna get at me
Hoes be telling they business so tacky
We don't wanna cuddle with none of you bitches
We don't wanna hustle with none of you ****
Uh, I'm cool on them, don't even dap them ****
Uh, I was in the trap, they tried to trap a ****
I pull up in that new Maybach and they wave
These **** won't chuck no deuces, they got ho ways
I walk inside the club and they wave
I put headshots and more hits out on my enemies
[PreChorus]
I got love for all my **** who got love for me
I got Blood, Crips and GDs in my family tree
And wherever I go, them Vice Lords with me
You don't want no static, we just got these things established
Bobble head bitches, they get smashed automatic
Your baby mama out of pocket, knowing I'm a savage
I told you I'ma give you that dope
I told you I'ma give you that dope
You **** don't exist, we eat filet mignon
Go brazy with your bitch, she tryna stay the night
The first thing in the a.m., send her on a flight
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm on savage time, ****
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her, she's so out of pocket
I'm gon' smash her, but she photocopied
[Verse 2]
I passed her off like, "Ooh, bitch, I'm him"
I'm seein' the way she actin' on the 'Gram
You misrepresentin' who I am
Oh, hold up
That photoshop making me nervous
I told you, bitch, making me nervous
I know you ain't saving that pussy
You let somebody play in that pussy
And it's oh, it's okay, though
[PreChorus]
I got love for all my **** who got love for me
I got Blood, Crips and GDs in my family tree
And wherever I go, them Vice Lords with me
You don't want no static, we just got these things established
Bobble head bitches, they get smashed automatic
Your baby mama out of pocket, knowing I'm a savage
I told you I'ma give you that dope
I told you I'ma give you that dope
You **** don't exist, we eat filet mignon
Go brazy with your bitch, she tryna stay the night
The first thing in the a.m., send her on a flight
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm on savage time, ****
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her, she's so out of pocket
I'm gon' smash her, but she photocopied
Written by: Joshua Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn
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