More - D. Savage

This shit a hit, Yoga

Yeah, pew-pew, pew

Pew-pew

Bounce, ayy, bounce, ayy, bounce

Yoga Flame

Uh (Ayy), uh (Ayy), uh, uh, uh (What?)

Yeah (What?), yeah (What?), uh, I’ma fuck 'em, I fuck 'em (What?)

Damn, damn, damn, damn

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I just wanna go on tour (Ayy)

I just wanna be in the Forbes (Ayy)

I just got head from a thot (Thot)

But I still want some more (Ayy)

Can’t stop sippin' that lean (Lean)

I just poured a four (Ayy)

Got a new Glock with a beam

Hollow tips shootin' through your door

More, more, more, more

I want more, more, more

I need more, more, more

I want more, more, more

I want

Uh, uh, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, uh

Chopper gon' pick you up, uh

Smoking big 'Woods, stuffed

And I don’t give no fucks

Got a new chain, uh

Made it out the rain, uh

Feel no pain, uh

Uh, uh, my fuck shit drive you crazy, uh

But you can’t leave me, baby, uh

Tryna get a new Mercedes, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

I just wanna pour a four

Yeah, I got a lot of guap

But I still want some more

I just wanna go on tour (Ayy)

I just wanna be in the Forbes (Ayy)

I just got head from a thot (Thot)

But I still want some more (Ayy)

Can’t stop sippin' that lean (Lean)

I just poured a four (Ayy)

Got a new Glock with a beam

Hollow tips shootin' through your door

More, more, more, more

I want more, more, more

I need more, more, more

I want more, more, more

I want

I got a new chopper, it’s bustin'

I got a new bitch and she fuckin', uh, uh

I’m geekin', I’m pourin' up Wockhardt

I’d rather not sip on no 'Tussin, uh, uh

You know that I got it, it’s on me right now

And I’m bustin' and that’s no discussion

I think I see 12 and I got it on me, I can’t go to jail

I’m in the, I’m in the trap, I got the dope, pass me the scale, yeah

I got, I got racks and pounds sendin' through the mail, ayy

I bust down my chain 'cause I wanna skate

I’m faded as fuck, I just poured an eight

I feel like the G.O.A.T, nigga, I’m great

And I got them racks, bitch, I’m straight

I fell in, I fell in love with my double cup

Ain’t enough, ain’t enough work, need to double up

I hit the, I hit the stu' and I fuck it up (Uh)

If niggas run up then that chopper go, uh

Get in that pussy, she screamin' like, «Ooh»

Turn to a, turn to a demon when I’m off juice

Too many, too many thots, I cannot choose

Beat up the, beat up the pot, give it a bruise

I just wanna go on tour (Ayy)

I just wanna be in the Forbes (Ayy)

I just got head from a thot (Thot)

But I still want some more (Ayy)

Can’t stop sippin' that lean (Lean)

I just poured a four (Ayy)

Got a new Glock with a beam

Hollow tips shootin' through your door

More, more, more, more

I want more, more, more

I need more, more, more

I want more, more, more

I want