Em Savage - Freestyle Lyrics

I wish you could feel the way
You made me feel
That shit it hurt
Corner store buss them plays
Mhm mhm gotta get paid yeah
Praying that I make it back home tonight mhm mhm
Been trapping that shit for 3 days
Gun talk stick talk mhm mhm
We gonna get ride til the when off mhm mhm
Only language that my bro know stick talk
Leave em dead where his man at I don't know
Real fast this a track hawk speed it up
Call his bitch she gonna come through eat it up
Swallow kids than I'm off you thought it was
Block ya number never call you live it up luv
Im just having fun
Gotta keep a gun
Incase you niggas trying test me ima ace it for fun
I rock drip w my ones
Off white on my arms
And ya bitch she a blessing
Had to put her in charm
Bad bitch she a freak
Leaving nut on my sheets
Got her wavy like the water on the beach
Fake love fake niggas can't see
It's all love what I got for lil b
Plus walk plus Glizz plus Steve
Plus Nas plus tre plus Ree
Plus Triz plus Duke plus Leek
Mhm yea yea hey
See that boy hit em up
Semis & Johnny cars ride wit them heaters tuck
Pussy ain't one of us
Ran up that bank all my niggas they got em one
F*ck on that bitch call me daddy for real
I got brothers who dying & some of them kill
I got bitches galore trying swallow a pill
Ain't been popping it right cause I'm deep in the field
Momma the streets turned ya boy to savage
I jumped off the porch that was it and it happen
The drugs and the money I started adapting
I seen niggas die in the streets it was tragic
My closest of homies my brother my brother
I Seen Quan in the grave they was putting em under
Shit had me f*cked up cause the I was a Younging
That pain when you young that shit stick for a dozen of years
Do this shit for my boys who ain't here
I keep trying cause baby i care
Said i shot at yo friend that was weird
But she felt on my dick in the chair
She had dick in her mouth take a guap
Bro had white in a bag like the pope
Tried To Pop it but Homie got smoke
Use to ball now he play w his nose
We them slimy lil niggas ya know
Bout to heat up da streets with the loads
He talk hard but that boy he a troll
He talk shit through a text or a post
In the streets they be wiping his nose
They get killed by our ops they a joke
Get em gone turn that boy to a ghost
In that field keep yo gun in ya coat
Watch them words you might die from that post
Laying low from the jakes yeah the pope
Get that money than savage he go
Get that money than savage he go
Corner store buss them plays
Mhm mhm gotta get paid yeah
Praying that I make it back home tonight mhm mhm
Been trapping that shit for 3 days
Gun talk stick talk mhm mhm
We gonna get ride til the when off mhm mhm
Only language that my bro know stick talk
Leave em dead where his man at I don't know
Real fast this a track hawk speed it up
Call his bitch she gonna come through eat it up
Swallow kids than I'm off you thought it was
Block ya number never call you live it up luv