The Savage Family & Bry-Han Solo with Drizzy Savage - S.O.B (feat. Swank G., Kragg, Nomad Houston, Genetti & Jugg$bunny)

Yeah, S.O.B. the gang
Savage Summer, Solo
Nice and godly to the hell it was
Solo ridin' shotty look like Elmer Fudd
Simpson when I'm spittin' you can tell by gloves
And now we gotta spark it up like a welder does
Yeah I'm workin'
Without a warrant you ain't searching
Catch me under waves on the floor just like a urchin
You ain't got probable cause no reason for blurpin'
I know it's my time as I sit by the curtains while they lurkin
Yeah fosho' it is certain
Thats the list nowadays ain't lookin' like serpents
Funny made up we see through the surface
And you puttin' make up the way you clowns on my circus
Growth meets success I heard that it's true
My G's took blood out the arms
It started turnin' up blue (neighbors)
Thinking I got tunnel vision never heard of your crew
You trippin' then I'll murder you too
My circle is few (gang gang gang)

S.O.B. the team
Yeah you know we buildin' dreams
Cuttin' down the crop cause we gettin' to the fuckin' cream
Everything we do easy that's just what it seems
Ain't ever gone broke we gettin' it by any means

S.O.B. the team
Yeah you know we buildin' dreams
Cuttin' down the crop cause we gettin' to the fuckin' cream
Everything we do easy that's just what it seems
Ain't ever gone broke we gettin' it by any means (Swank G.)

Get it any means
Sleepin' on too many dreams
Gotta count the green
Now I'm sippin' lean
But I spark the weed
Pass it to the Savages
Been on point like cactuses
On the go like statuses
Keep these bitches scrollin'
But I keep a nigga hatin'
Gotta keep the whip on Daytons
Hate to be so blatant
Turn you into patients
I go Super Sayin
Know my mama prayin'
Hopin' that I make a home from doin' all this bangin'
Need the choir singing at your funeral
Bet you won't be wakin' meet your ass in hell
Bet I won't be flakin' looking up to God
Prayin' that you make it, pickin' up the glock
Cause that's been my favorite
You gon' meet your maker
Ain't no see you later
Got the gold like Lakers
Bounce that ass like shakers
Twerkin' in the blazer
Felt the buzz like Tasers
S.O.B. that nigga
Eat the beat like Jigga
Put that on my Visa
Had to raise my fees up
Then I raised my feet up
Little Senorita, back in my two-seater
Killed it cause I'm skeeter

S.O.B. the team
Yeah you know we buildin' dreams
Cuttin' down the crop cause we gettin' to the fuckin' cream
Everything we do easy that's just what it seems
Ain't ever gone broke we gettin' it by any means

S.O.B. the team
Yeah you know we buildin' dreams
Cuttin' down the crop cause we gettin' to the fuckin' cream
Everything we do easy that's just what it seems
Ain't ever gone broke we gettin' it by any means (KRagg)

I don't want that bag, I want that suitcase for them blue strips
I aint worried about a niggas
Cause I keep some of my fuckin' hip
You disrespect this team
You gon' see the red beam
On your forehead
I ain't never been scared to load no lead
If your bitch still gon' let go the way
She gon' bust it down for me like I was Blueface (Thotiana)
I don't need her I just want her to let me in your residence
So I can get this safe
Good thing about bein' at the bottom
Is you got nowhere to go to the top
Savage cold how he got the beat knockin'
On God nigga
We don't fuck with fraud niggas
S.O.B. we finna eat
Please don't speak on no beef
That just simple I just pull it out my teeth
Smack a nigga with this 40
Watch him, wrap him up
Told a nigga, get down or lay down like Lil' Beans
We savages but I only do this shit for my team (S.O.B.)

S.O.B. the team
Yeah you know we buildin' dreams
Cuttin' down the crop cause we gettin' to the fuckin' cream
Everything we do easy that's just what it seems
Ain't ever gone broke we gettin' it by any means

S.O.B. the team
Yeah you know we buildin' dreams
Cuttin' down the crop cause we gettin' to the fuckin' cream
Everything we do easy that's just what it seems
Ain't ever gone broke we gettin' it by any means (Nomad Houston)

Who me
I'm more Coogee in a Coogee (aye)
Put the Uzi straight where your tooth be
Roll two Doobie's, watch a movie
As two boobies make me a smoothie
Who's he, shittin' on him like my duty
Cocaine sprinkles all while I'm shrooming
This ain't rap bitch, yeah I'm crooning
Sonata entourage how we keep it moving
Uh, like Patrick off the rim trying to cop a brick
And sell some Knicks, are Ewing
Blunts and hat tricks fuck your theatrics
I'm naturally disastrous, you out here talking practice
Okay, step up and get your ass kicked
Arenas in arenas, way I keep it automatic
The flow will have you Gary Payton tactics
Its a savage fucking summer and we out here makin' classics (S.O.B)

S.O.B. the team
Yeah you know we buildin' dreams
Cuttin' down the crop cause we gettin' to the fuckin' cream
Everything we do easy that's just what it seems
Ain't ever gone broke we gettin' it by any means (S.O.B the team)

S.O.B. the team
Yeah you know we buildin' dreams
Cuttin' down the crop cause we gettin' to the fuckin' cream
Everything we do easy that's just what it seems
Ain't ever gone broke we gettin' it by any means (Genetti)

The team got bars fam
Welcome to the jungle
Going apeshit, call me Barzan
Running down like Arsene
They say no team can do it better
Shit ours can
I'm a tall can of whoop ass
Drink it up hoe
Never slacking I always go for the gusto
I barely have friends
Niggas is cutthroat
Never see me coming, vanish in a cloud of gun smoke
Solo moving green by the pound
My eyes stay red every time he in town
These niggas stay mad, they bitches loving my sound
I got two fingers up and ten toes down
As God is my witness I bring death to my rivals
Hand on the bible, I'm rap's new disciple
Revenge ain't the answer but fuck it I'm spiteful
The new wild west where I'm from young Fivel

When they said I had bars
Thought that I was talking Xanax
But the words right out my mouth
Will take you to another planet
Mask on its normal now
But I'm still a fucking bandit
Never stop me getting bread
Shit, swipe a card is there's no damage
Yeah I speak the truth
There's no lies up in this booth
Bitch my attitude
Made me come off rude
Keep it hunting
Never fronting
Yeah we making hits till summer
I never front, I never pop shit
I say Savage man let's run it (go)

Ay, yeah let's run it (let's run it)
Ay, yeah let's run it (let's run it)
Ay, yeah let's run it (let's run it)
Yeah let's run it (let's run it)

Fuck it up then repeat
You already know Balenciaga on my feet
Trapping ain't shit if you ain't sharing with the hood
I'm doing what I do
Make sure all my people good (Facts)

S.O.B. the gang bitch, Savage Summer
You know what the fuck going on
You in the booth with the real one
We coming at you all summer long
Fuck with us, cut

Written by:
Brian Porter, Darnel Powell, Heather Huberty, Isaiah Hill, Kragg Lokc, Nick Houston

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