My Very Best - D. Savage, Tony Shhnow

Damn near embarrassed herself, she found out the hard way

I’m exactly how I rap in person

So I’m gon' cheat but I put guns in all y’all purses

Don’t that mean somethin'?

This life ain’t certain, that don’t mean it ain’t worth it

My boys the type to meanmug and rob a nice person

Slide late for it and they end your night early

This life a beach, I got the whole crowd surfin'

Don’t make the wrong move (

Ayy, CGM, where you at?

), 'cause my aim (

Perfect

Gun on my hip, I’m a problem, boy

Hit a nigga block with them .223's

Gotta walk down, hit your target, boy

Pipe down 'fore we spark it, boy

Niggas go body-for-body, that’s murder-for-murder

I got some smoke with niggas I ain’t heard of

Ridin' with Fetti, that bitch got me nervous

If 12 hit the lights then you better not pull over

I wish that I could, but right now I ain’t goin'

Keep a bad bitch and a gun on my hip

Walk with bags on me and my twin got a trip

Thirty clip, fifty round, hundred round

Say somethin', we take 'em down

I’m fuckin' your bitch when I listen to Drake

I won’t leave the house without K’s or a Drac'

O.V.O.

baby, I ride with that, damn

O.V.O.

baby, I ride with that Drac'

I’m rockin' Off-White, this not Bape

I bend the block and I’m makin' them skate

You want a Birkin, bitch, you gotta' pay

Don’t do what I do, just do what I say

I run the city, the king of L. A

Smokin' Gelato, that came from the bay

I hit the lotto, I’m playin' with pay

Get in that cell and I make me a shank

I was dead broke but I made somethin' happen

I’m back on my bull, we gon' take, no askin'

You know who to call when you come to Atlanta

The pack from the bay, but my bitch from Miami

They lie on my name, but I’m still the one standin'

I’m paperwork, shawty pulled up like a campus

You should watch out, I might hurt you

I know you on your job, but right now it ain’t workin'

She say you so credible, AR strong, incredible

I’m a product servin' patients and right now I’m off that medical

She know I got several

And my old head right now still got money off a Nextel

I don’t beef with social media work, just can’t give intel

They gon' cap so shifty, we’ll pull Glocks and make it Shiggy

I made bucks before I had powerplays, this pistol hold a fifty

Walk-down gang, this shit will get risky

Walk in the club and they not gon' frisk me

Double-down gang, I’ma shoot 'til it’s empty

I play with them pimps, she not gon' trick me

Pull up in a Bentley, be like—

Pull up in a Bentley, be like Trippie

I told my mama, «I'm thuggin', it’s in me»

In the trap house and I’m clutchin' my semi'

Flex on a broke bitch, can’t get a penny

She wash the Percocet down with some Henny

Kick in your door, they gotta feel me

Ayy, got bowls, hoes, in all different states

I’m froze, my diamonds wet like a lake

I’m cold, she wanna go on some dates

No

Ayy

Damn

This is a certified hood classic