#ShagSavage #SwagStarENT #SavageHeartless #Heartless #Rapfame #Feature #IVHundado #DellBound #Louisianimal #NoHeart @RapFameOfficial lyrics: I be ridin wit my new girl, tryna duck my old chick/ Bitches be talkin, when I confront em they don't know shit/ Homie that's some ho shit/ We be on some hood shit/ Me and the whole hood pullin money out da trunk/ We hood rich/ Yeah, and I'm feelin like a new contender/ Not yet a vet in this game, but I'm no new begginer/ I'm all-madden, shinin on you Rookie hittas/ If being fresh is a crime, then u better come book me hitta/ I ain't fuckin wit you pussy hittas, and my homies ain't pussy neither/ I'm tatted up, you can catch me in a wife beater/ All ma ppl is safe, like Mike Jack's people/ But you ain't safe in ma city, they might jack ppl/ Hatin on me, talkin bout I'm not hot/ Man yall got this G shocked like a wrist watch/ And I'm back in this bitch ridin wit a full clip, if ma finger start itch then it just might slip/ If a hitta want beef he can meet ma click/ If a hitta start beef he can meet my clip/ Give a pussy da blues and crip walk on that bitch, get at me/ Killas from New Orleans got Arsenal, no battle rappers/ Talk stupid Shag put holes in yo Adam's apple/ See I be on some different shit, I'll follow you like twitter/ BUT I WON'T MENTION SHIT!/ Lot of you motherfuckers claiming that you killin shit/ I know I ain't paralyzed, but I ain't feelin shit Yeah, and I'm a YS hitta, and fuckin right I'm rollin with dem Swag Star killas/ Shag Savage fuckin Heartless/ I put that thang to yo brain and leave you thoughtlessI be ridin wit my new girl, tryna duck my old chick/ Bitches be talkin, when I confront em they don't know shit/ Homie that's some ho shit/ We be on some hood shit/ Ma squad start pullin money out da trunk/ We hood rich/ Yeah, and I'm feelin like a new contender/ No average vet in this game, but I'm no new begginer/ I'm all-madden, shinin on you Rookie hittas/ If being fresh is a crime, then u better come book me hitta/ I ain't fuc**n wit you pussy hittas, and my homies ain't pussy neither/ I'm tatted up, you can catch me in a wife beater/ All ma ppl is safe, like Mike Jack's people/ But you ain't safe in ma city, they might jack ppl/ Hatin on me, talkin bout I'm not hot/ Man yall got this G shocked like a wrist watch/ And I'm back in this bitch ridin wit a full clip, if ma finger start itch then it just might slip/ If a hitta want beef he can meet ma click/ If a hitta start beef he can meet my clip/ Give a pussy da blues and crip walk on that bitch, get at me/ Killas from New Orleans got Arsenal, no battle rappers/ Talk stupid Shag put holes in yo Adam's apple/ See I be on some different shit, I'll follow you like twitter/ BUT I WON'T MENTION SHIT!/ A lotta rappers, sayin that they killin shit/ I know I ain't paralyzed, but I And I'm a YS killa/ Best believe I'm fuckin wit them Swag Star killas Interlude Man just stumbled in from Bourbon homie I ain't even changed clothes/ Always fly, so I left the phone in plane mode/ Plenty Shag Savage shirts you think I wear the same clothes?/ I'm bout to stop playing wit you bitches..... Game froze/ Me against the world, real talk, that's the fuckin Pac in me/ Rappers Fallin off, wonder how they gon take shots at me/ But I ain't givin chances cuz this shit ain't no monopoly/ They just talk about me cuz they don't know how to honor me/ New Orleans cracker, I ain't never been afraid of shit/ This the planet of the apes, that's why we got banana clips/ Be cool if you don't wanna getcho family split/ Get yo house hold sent to heaven that's a family trip/ Staying fresh from tha Bane mask to tha sneakers/ Black chucks, white shoe strings, jungle fever/ Sipping on a cup of victory, ain't nothin sweeter, than a margarita/ Shag Savage! Don't get mad at yo bitch if you don't know about the Savage one/ Take your girl, call her mine, give her back soon as I'm done/ She callin out ma name while you dialing up and callin her/ Call me mister I can lay dat wood down carpenter/ remember TrendSetterZ, fucked wit Shag so now they dead and gone/ Most of yall ain't livin right, guess that's why you dead wrong/ Tre 8, loaded up, aimin for your neck like cologne/ Grew up a shy boy, now nothin shy about me/ And i ride for ma hitters, better check tha mileage/ Low key I'm a boss if you highly doubt it/ I got goons that can knock you out it/ BANG!