Pretty Motherfucking Flacko

[Verse 1: Savage] Pretty Mother Fucker You Niggas Is not Impressive Kill you with the money I'm making you ain't getting Nothing outta Nothing , I wipe you still walking Why the fuck you talking and acting like you boss I've been putting on , You making me go off Don't get me sentimental the semi all in your mental Rocking like Metal and shining like gold medal Fonie ass niggas got 2 face its to late To cool like Kool-Aid "somebody get the first aid" I ain't never tripping I swear I don't sweat it Unless I'm the gym no flexing just bench pressing Get in a instant just like a text message If you bout the drama take you to the Oprah house If you packing lamas nigga take it to the mountains Niggas acting lost bitch you know where you could find us Catch me on the block only worry bout the come up [Hook] I pull up to your scene like 5-0 Catch me on the street like a light pole You ain't getting nothing when im getting to the racks A 40 on my lap shawty on my pole [Verse 2: Savage] Stroking on me while I'm rolling my green Focus on my cheese why you worry bout me Never in my feelings I don't know how that feel Was told not to fall in love cause it can get you killed Facts on tracks money always come back Maxed out bank what you know about that Lamborghini Mercy watch the club go up If I'm ever coming down I just Po Up Coke in the Beamer I don't caffeine Working all night I don't need no sleep A bunch of bad bitches and they all on fleek They leaking like the paint I leave the club about 3 Back to crib and its back to the stew Making that heat so hot like soup Bitch you ain't no veteran I pull up with my troops Hoping out the four door and never call a truce Only call the plug just to get a couple ounces You oin ever Dew nothing less we talking Mountains [Hook] I pull up to your scene like 5-0 Catch me on the street like a light pole You ain't getting nothing when im getting to the racks A 40 on my lap shawty on my pole