Feeling Savage - King Combs, Smooky MarGielaa

You don’t want no trouble, but we let em have it

Pull up, boy you scared, you don’t want no static

Call up Chris, CYN, they pull up it’s tragic (aye)

Goyard on my waist got me feeling savage (aye)

You don’t want no trouble, but we let em have it

Pull up, boy you scared, you don’t want no static

Call up Chris, CYN, they pull up it’s tragic

Me and Smook in the coupe, you know how we do

We got the loot in the juice, she want the whole crew

I rock that Goyard on my waves got me feeling paid

I’m moving in the black Wraith, you ain’t in my lane

I’m counting up, all of the bitches they after us

All of my niggas is acting up

I’m getting money I add it up, add it up

Niggas move too funny

Niggas got hoe ways

Niggas always in their feelings

Cuz I got the whole wave

Yeah, young nigga from the east tho

But we all on the west now with the big banks

Get the checks now

Put the minks on with the chest out

Clots put us on the map

Put it on for the city

Spending stack on the strap

Gucci all in the hoodie

In the back of the Maybach

Young nigga tryna fucking ball

Make m’s and I want it all

In the Benz but you rented yours, nigga

Goyard on my waist got me feeling savage (aye)

You don’t want no trouble, but we let em have it

Pull up, boy you scared, you don’t want no static

Call up Chris, CYN, they pull up it’s tragic (aye)

Goyard on my waist got me feeling savage (aye)

You don’t want no trouble, but we let em have it

Pull up, boy you scared, you don’t want no static

Call up Chris, CYN, they pull up it’s tragic

Bodies fall in line

Section full of dimes

Got your girl cyn, yeah she knows what’s up with time

You be blowing up her phone

She be on my Insta live

Yeah she know I really got it

Yeah she know we on the rise

Boy don’t get crazy

D rock let em have it

Got a pocket full of baggage

Lifestyle, living savage

And I got the wave, what can I say

Throw a hundred in your face

Your man be swagging, pushing a jag

Now I had to get the Wraith

Got ten chains and ten rings

I don’t ever really got to stress

You see these jeans, these Balmains

CYN the team, you the best, word

Goyard on my waist got me feeling savage (aye)

You don’t want no trouble, but we let em have it

Pull up, boy you scared, you don’t want no static

Call up Chris, CYN, they pull up it’s tragic (aye)

Goyard on my waist got me feeling savage (aye)

You don’t want no trouble, but we let em have it

Pull up, boy you scared, you don’t want no static

Call up Chris, CYN, they pull up it’s tragic