Wazzup? This Webbie
Trill Entertainment, Young Savage aka Lil` Baton Rouge
However you wanna call it, ni**a
Now look at the bad bitches, ni**a

F**k them industry ni**as, makin` it hard on me
F**k that, I`ma keep it in the streets
Long as I got my cd, ni**as, I`m straight, ya heard me?
Let`s go, this is real gangsta s**t right here, check this out, look

Damn ni**a, how you do it like that?
Make the gangsta ass ni**as bump to music like that
Make them big fine hoes shake they booty like that
Like 21 row scrap wit Lil Boosie it like that

Play mad games wit me, I`ll do ya like that
I`m a grown ass man, bitch, pursue me like that
Smoke nothin` but the best when I`m cruisin`, laid back
With some trill ass ni**as that I knew since way back

Still young, I ain`t caught my first murder case yet
Stay scrap and can`t wait to push a ni**a face back
Number 10106, still I rob a racetrack
Still hangin` in the mix where it ain`t safe at

I`m on some foolishness s**t with these rugers and s**t
I`m on some run in your house, bitch, you move and get hit
I can`t take out my grill `cause I can`t take out this reel
I`m the savage s**t trill and from my heart, man, I feel

Ni**a, f**k you
(Yeah, I f**ked your bitch, ni**a)
Ni**a, f**k you
(And you better not say s**t, ni**a)

Ni**a, f**k you
(Yeah, you be runnin` that s**t)
Ni**a, f**k you
(You ain`t `bout none of that s**t, ni**a)

Ni**a, f**k you
(Yeah, I f**ked your bitch, ni**a)
Ni**a, f**k you
(And you better not say s**t, ni**a)

Ni**a, f**k you
(Yeah, you be runnin` that s**t)
Ni**a, f**k you
(You ain`t `bout none of that s**t, ni**a)

Get your bitch outta pocket, put some dick in her ass
I got a `84 Baritz and it`s sittin` on glass
I`m a young pimp ni**a with a whole lotta swagger
And I roll like a stone like my name Mick Jagger

Pussy ni**as can`t f**k with the pimp in the savage
We gettin` sucked in every city, make a whole lotta cabbage
Gettin` head on the regular level, it ain`t s**t
Some real trill ni**as for life up in this bitch

I never go to war without that motherf**kin` gun
Down South, bitch, we like DMC and run
Like Chuck D say, bitch, my Uzi weigh a ton
I might be on parole but bitch, I`ll knock out ya lungs

I come from the city where they sell cocaine
Ya get caught sniffin`, ni**as knock out ya brain
Leave ya lump in ya lap, your tongue on your dash
So I bust 17 and I smashed the gas, biatch

Ni**a, f**k you
(Yeah, I f**ked your bitch, ni**a)
Ni**a, f**k you
(And you better not say s**t, ni**a)

Ni**a, f**k you
(Yeah, you be runnin` that s**t)
Ni**a, f**k you
(You ain`t `bout none of that s**t, ni**a)

Ni**a, f**k you
(Yeah, I f**ked your bitch, ni**a)
Ni**a, f**k you
(And you better not say s**t, ni**a)

Ni**a, f**k you
(Yeah, you be runnin` that s**t)
Ni**a, f**k you
(You ain`t `bout none of that s**t, ni**a)

F**k you, ni**a, my bloodline sicker
Make a quarter outta nickel, been like that since I was little
From the hood where the killas keep them pistols smokin`
Swishas drink liquor, bang a ni**a, Southside gangsta ni**a

F**k everythin` you goin` through, Bad Azz`ll punish you
Show no love, love will get you killed, so here we come for you
Gat for gat, stack for stack, my click, they`ll beast
It`s goin` down where we roam in the hotel suite

Old lady gone crazy, caught me rollin` out 3
I beat that pussy out her drawers and I put her to sleep
You bulls**ttin` with me, boy, my nerves stay bad
Get one of my convicts out the hood and put that dick in yo` ass

Ni**a, f**k you
(Yeah, I f**ked your bitch, ni**a)
Ni**a, f**k you
(And you better not say s**t, ni**a)

Ni**a, f**k you
(Yeah, you be runnin` that s**t)
Ni**a, f**k you
(You ain`t `bout none of that s**t, ni**a)

Ni**a, f**k you
(Yeah, I f**ked your bitch, ni**a)
Ni**a, f**k you
(And you better not say s**t, ni**a)

Ni**a, f**k you
(Yeah, you be runnin` that s**t)
Ni**a, f**k you
(You ain`t `bout none of that s**t, ni**a)

F**k all y`all ni**as
If you ain`t rollin` with us, f**k you, ni**a
Ni**a makin` all these broad statements
You`ll be on the motherf**kin` shirt, ni**a

Ni**a, face the s**t, ni**a
If your ass washed up, you washed up
It`s a new eras, ni**a, for this gangsta s**t ni**a
And we don`t play no game

Y`all ni**as be rappin` `bout that s**t, ni**a
But we put that tool on yo` bitch ass ni**a
Go s**t yo` ass down, ni**a
Garbage ass ni**a, BFI ass ni**a

Ni**a, we got in this s**t straight off you know
Real s**t, we got in these streets our damn self, ni**a
Ni**a makin` all these, we goin` let that s**t go though, man
But you know what? F U C K you, mothaf**ka, ni**a, f**k you