作词 : LOFRM/LusciousBB/Josie r/_PnD_/Simon Leung
作曲 : LOFRM/Gange Chau
Versace white tee bought them by million bill
it's personality you don't know how it feel
seem so dreamy but it thousand percents real
wrap up all the trophies i'm so savage
lit the 213 just like Travis
racks in blue and green pop out package
thumbing through these thousands look so lavish
come from poverty i took off to the hill
Versace white tee bought them by million bill
it's personality you don't know how it feel
seem so dreamy but it thousand percents real
down the hill I've been ballin for the wheel
mental pure! rerouted for the will
running chasing pulling up for thrill
wrap up all the trophies i'm so savage
lit the 213 just like Travis
racks in blue and green pop out package
thumbing through these thousands look so lavish
(What time is it?)
just a sip bro
all my shit dope
lil too old shout out lil mosey got the sicko
Trap a Migos
Tyler herro
Bish ain’t legal got her lil cozy onlyfans post
sweeesh
you aint ****ing mad uh
you aint ****ing mad uh
stepsis stepmom step away you lil crap
you aint ****ing mad uh
you aint ****ing mad uh
kinda sad that swag contagious your nanny do a dabjust a sip bro
wrap up all the trophies i'm so savage
lit the 213 just like Travis
racks in blue and green pop out package
thumbing through these thousands look so lavish
Make an appointment then I’ll just make it real
Bite my tongue boy I and can give you trill
Seize the time enjoy the night no matter what others offer to choose
Let’s just make it between me and you
Don’t say that you like me love me or need me
Try so hard just so you can reach me
Is there something solid more than flattering, white dress and promises
I’ve been coming and going
I’ve been pushing and pulling
Been so easy when you got a man and trying to please him
wrap up all the trophies i'm so savage
lit the 213 just like Travis
racks in blue and green pop out package
thumbing through these thousands look so lavish
walking up the stage, I’ve given on a show
Smashing up the concert, even I’m alone
Need no others, no covers, just disk and microphone
You got so nervous, like circus, you’ll fell off when you go
People said that you gotta always serve the hour
But I ain’t know what trend is, I’m holding tight my power
Poor artist never look outside, (it’s) describing themselves
They give up their true heart, taste only sweet and sour
Knives got only sharp when it’s on use, I got only smart (on) what I do
Song need quality but no quantity, your fans not to be fooled
I make a great cup, not fake love, don’t say much, get straight up
With mate (and) club, all strayed up, still same drugs, never gave up
wrap up all the trophies i'm so savage
lit the 213 just like Travis
racks in blue and green pop out package
thumbing through these thousands look so lavish