Savage - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

Fuck love, that shit don’t belong here

Wish I knew the devil was so pretty with the long hair

Yeah, fuckin' with three niggas at a time, damn

I’m just hopin' that the kid ain’t mine, yeah, mmh

Tippy toes

Tall bitch, she make me get up on my tippy toes

When I hit it up

She like she don’t fuck with Henny, though

But I put the '42 up in her anyway and she get litty-ed up, yeah

All the petty hoes

Sneak up in the section next to me so they can be in videos, yeah

You already know

My Westside niggas flex with me, they TTG, they trained to go (Gang)

Throw it up like LeBron now

Forty to your spine, make you calm down (Calm down)

Feel like young black Bruce Wayne, black whips out

My niggas is used to robbin', they still rob now

And you can smell the gas through the plastic (Plastic)

Damn, I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch, yeah

Somethin' 'bout that ass, I swear she wasn’t average, yeah

Make it hard for me to tell you was a savage

Actin' so shy

Dressed in chess, like these Gucci shoes with the socks

Get paranoid, I look over my shoulder a lot

Traumatized, fuckin' ratchet hoes on the block

I’m traumatized, that’s why I hate my past

Now I dress up, they wanna take my swag, yeah

Whole different bracket, Cartier my glasses

Tryna ride my wave, I’ll make you lose your balance

Say that you a gangster but don’t move in silence

Yeah, I don’t fuck around with Instagrammers

I can’t be lacking, keep at least one hammer, yeah

Won’t get jammed up by no bitch, I swear, I did

I always thought my last bitch would be my last bitch

That’s until I found out she was a savage (Savage)

I ain’t have shit, but that was back then (That was back then)

Now I’m established, I got mad drip, yeah

Fuck love, that shit don’t belong here (Belong here)

Wish I knew the devil was so pretty with the long hair (Long hair)

Yeah, fuckin' with three niggas at a time, damn (Uh)

I’m just hopin' that the kid ain’t mine, yeah (Ain't mine)

I’m just hopin' that it ain’t mine, yeah

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, yeah

I’m just hopin' that it ain’t mine, yeah

I’ve been doing things, I’m so wrong, yeah

Three bitches at the same time, yeah

I’m feelin' basic, run, yeah