Top Songs By D. Savage
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
D. Savage
Vocals
Tony Shhnow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan McCord
Songwriter
Carrington Wilson
Lyrics
Xavier Gayle
Composer
Christian Montoya
Composer
Cody Rounds
Composer
Frank Fioravanti
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cody Rounds
Producer
CXDY
Producer
Cgm Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
That man embarrassed hisself
She found out the hard way
I'm exactly how I rap in person
So im gone cheat but I put goods
In all your purses, don't that mean something?
This life aint certain that don't mean it aint worth it
My boys the type to mean mug and rob a nice person
Slide late for a inner end yo night early
This life a beach I got the whole crowd surfin
Don't make no wrong moves cause my aim, perfect
[Verse 2]
Gun on my hip ima problem boy
Hit a **** block with them 223's gotta walk down
Hit yo target boy pipe down before we spark it boy
Lets go body for body that's murder for murder
I got some smoke with **** I aint heard of
Ridin with fetti that bish got me nervous
[Verse 3]
If 12 hit the lights then you better not pull over
I wish that I could but right now I aint going
To a bad bitch and a gun on my hip
So what bags on me and my twin got a trip
30 clip 50 round 100 round
Say somethin and we take her down
I'm fukin yo bitch when we listen to drake
I wont leave the house without queso or drake
[Verse 4]
Ovo baby I ride with that damn
Ovo baby I ride with that drake
I'm rocking off white this not bape
I bend the block and im making them skate
You want a birkin bitch you gotta pay
Don't do what I do just do what I say
I run the city the king of LA
Smoking gelato that came from the bay
I hit the lotto im playing with pay
Get in that cell I make me a shank
[Verse 5]
I was dead broke but I make something happen
I'm back on my bully we don't take no askings
You know who to call when you come to Atlanta
The pack from the bay but my bitch from Miami
They lie on my name but im still the one standing
I'm paper weight shawty boot'd up like the campus
You should watch out I might hurt you
I know you on yo job but right now it aint working
She say you so credible and yo strong incredible
Ima product servin patients and right now im off that medical
She know I got several
And my old head right now still got money off of Nextel
I don't beef with social media workers cant get intel
They gone catch us shifty we pull glocks and make it shiggy
I made points before had power plus this pistol hold a 50
[Verse 6]
Walk down gang this shit a get risky
Walk in the club and they not gone frisk me
Double down gang ima shoot till its empty
I pimp with the pimps you not gone trick me
Pull in a Bentley be like
Pull up in a Bentley be like trippie I told my mama im thuggin its in me
In the traphouse and im clutchin my semi
Flex on a broke bitch cant get a penny
She wash the Percocet down with some henny
Kick in yo door they gotta feel me
Aye got boes, hoes in all different states im froze
My diamonds wet like a lake im cold
She want go on some dates, no
Written by: Carrington Wilson, Cody Rounds, Dylan McCord, Frank Fioravanti, Xavier Gayle