Testo Shark Week - Savannah Dexter feat. Brabo Gator & FJ Outlaw
Testo della canzone Shark Week (Savannah Dexter feat. Brabo Gator & FJ Outlaw), tratta dall'album Genesis
Call me bad news, came in the game, did what I planned
So I ran through, expanded the genre, gave it a pan view
Country rap came with a ceiling, I stuck my hand through
Trended eight times in a row, now both my hands bruised
Blast through, I think these liars got they facts skewed
Say they can't stand you, 'cause they can't understand you
Damn talk me on the track, bitch that's a bad move
You couldn't handle my sneeze if I got at you
Catch you, hits on the track, they'll get they ass chewed
Start doing better than bitches and they'll attack you
See them out in public and them bitches acting brand new
Only thing getting under my skin is a tattoo
You sad, boo, I'm standing strong like a statue
I got everybody mimicking what Sav do
You're only as strong as the people you're attached to
Never go to war unless you have to, yeah
Yeah, hey, hey, gang, bitch, set up the alarm
It's an emergency, it's outlaw, bitch
But don't act like you never heard of me
I'm killin' shit constantly and motherfuckin' currently
I'm probably doin' drugs and takin' fast stuff in my currency
My screws are loose, you could try to check me
But what you gon' do when MJ ups that pole
And goes to motherfuckin' shootin' you like hooty-hoo?
Blowin' through you fish like 1992
I'm morbidly obese, but not too fat to bless the morgue with you
I'm hoardin' too
Probably got a hundred bullets more than you
And everyone you bring
So I hope that there's more than four of you
I'm smorting you, the terror, I will bring it brought the war to you
Gather up your family and they can all get tortured too
Whoa
Yeah, hey
I'm about to put a couple country rappers in a duffel bag (yeah)
Forty-five to rip through your khakis
I'm cutting slack, then you got willy naps just like a lumberjack
Take your hand off or catch a bullet like a running back
I suck my dick, I don't like you either
You can hit my cash app (yeah), I do features
Bitch, I wouldn't have no class as a high school teacher (no)
If this a takeover, then I'm you either
This is Meco, I'll fucking hold you under by your ankles
Turn that shallow water into prego
Meco, I'm about to murder shit and blame it on the label
My flow is Waco and Gator is the scapegoat
Two, four, five, set your head, pussy, who bluffin' now?
Fuck around, bitch, I lock targets on them and gun them down
Double drums, dumbo snout, bitch, that's a hundred rounds
Meco's a Mack truck, opposition's a hover round, yeah
Who up with menaces? Half of them servin' sentences
Half of them dead and gone in the dirt like my innocence
Silly bitch, I don't give a fuck, I hurt your feelings, get we killin' shit
Got the game locked in the gorilla fist, squeeze them
I ain't come back to get even, I came to leave them on the semen
Next to them pride bleedin'
I'm the reason most these rappers scared to speak how they feel
I won, bitch, get it? Now come make your deal, ho
And I'm put up with the good, but the bad, bitch
Been dealing with the hammer like a bandit
Telling me, yeah, but I'm ready to get a bad bitch
Killing line up for the 9-1-9, I'm leaking heavy
They can't stand it, we're causing this damage
I'm doing so psycho, they calling me manic
I'm falling through my phone, I spit, it's so rapid
I'm making the pen and this shit automatic
Drive to LA, linked up with double FJ targets
Savage, coming off all up on this beat
I'm driving these bosses like some Xanax
I'll kick another three to die, got the haters talking
I don't mean no mind
Y'all was really thinking I was down for the count
I'm about to crack a lot like a million stars
Whew!
Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Shifteh, Savannah Dexter, Wesley David Breit, Flemming Eric Dion, Mende Justin Allen, Michaux Justin, Fleming Ryan Michael
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