DamnAged Kids CKK - Savage (feat. CrowWithDaFlow, SmokeyDaMenace & Dave Chri$tenzen)

When I pull up, they all call me
Savage, Savage, Savage
Yeah, every time I hit the town, with my boys we busting down
Savage, Savage, Savage
Yeah, Audemars, all on my wrist, yeah, we gonna make it loud
Who the fuck came in the game and made you king
I just wanna know, cause I don't like the way you're carrying yourself
You're stepping on my game, I'm carrying
Dragging both my feet through the game, now I'm tallying
What you, what you, what you want?
I got smoke and hella blunts
If you want the smoke, I'll turn your fucking ass up into runtz
Smoking on that pack, I'm lighting up, but you can't hit the blunt
You are not a friend to me, better yet, you're my enemy
Me and Smokey ripping and tripping, toking up on this blunt
Lemon haze and purple ways got me feeling all kinda stuck
I be smoking all type of ways, puffing till I'm out the muck
Blessing from the green gods, bless,
That's why they all call me
Savage, Savage, Savage
Yeah, every time I hit the town, with my boys we busting down
Savage, Savage, Savage
Yeah, Audemars, all on my wrist, yeah, we gonna make it loud
Savage, Savage, Savage
Blew bitches back out, she tapped out, smoking loud
Savage, Savage, Savage
Maserati driving, crossing lines, vision blurred, I'm a slur
Blew her back out, won't tap out, 300 black out Blow your back out
Pierce your lung, swing like King Kong, hit a bong
Stay in the car, won't take too long
Walked them down
Cause he's a clown, his bitch is in a nightgown
She's on her knees, put her in the ground, hear this drum pound
Go
Knock
Knock
At your top, don't call the cops, find your body with cadavers, rather ready, batter
Knock your teeth, out your skull, you a zero, left on null
Bitch
Gave me an earful
You ain't helpful, dreadful, suicidal, psycho, 51, 50, don't fuck with me
Hang you in this fucking tree, by your feet, call it collect, collecting debt
Make a threat, steal a jet , we don't fret, we don't sweat, cause we the best
And no fucking rest, in the studio, dropping beats, making heat
Bitch, slobber on my meat, my crib neat, call a militia, we deplete
No feet, no keet, keep it on beat, on track, boy get blown fucking back
Savage, Savage, Savage
Yeah, every time I hit the town, with my boys we busting down
Savage, Savage, Savage
Yeah, Audemars, all on my wrist, yeah, we gonna make it loud
Savage, Savage, Savage
Blew bitches back out, she tapped out, smoking loud
Savage, Savage, Savage
Maserati driving, crossing lines, vision blurred, I'm a slur

Written by:
Crow Flow, Smokey Menace

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