To my son, God knows I′ma miss my mom
But He know I keep my gun, I feel like drivin' with it
She know I′m a savage, but she don't deny ridin' with it
Forty hold them titties like a bra strap with a wire in it
(TayTay made the beat)
Keep it real, ′cause I just don′t
Do you like
Mistakes is not your fault, talk bad and out of love
Move on like I just didn't need
Get mad at other bitches
What they got and don′t got
You know that is not your business
Tell me how you get back what you don't got
And you know you gonna live?
If we don′t talk to that nigga, then it isn't what it is
Tryna stack as much as I can
I feel like they just want me dead
You don′t gotta talk 'bout no smoke my OGs smoke a lot of cigs
To my son, God knows I'ma miss my mom
But He know I keep my gun, I feel like drivin′ with it
She know I′m a savage, but she don't deny ridin′ with it
Forty hold them titties like a bra strap with a wire in it
Gun on me, I just popped an addy, but I don't feel different
I just flipped a pack from Baltimore, my fingers still itchin′ (oh)
Three choppers in a Honda, gettin' it, yeah, they still listenin′
Motor in it, I know you hear it, 'cause I drive more than ten in it (skrrt)
Niggas claim they did it 'til they hear me and get inspired
R.I.P. to Marlo, but this that Marlo from the wire (talk to ′em)
Me and shawty jersey in the rafters for when we retire
One shot′ll get 'em killed, if I die, put it in my will
To my son, God knows I′ma miss my mom
But He know I keep my gun, I feel like drivin' with it
She know I′m a savage, but she don't deny ridin′ with it
Forty hold them titties like a bra strap with a wire in it
Savage ain't the word, I just like smokin', gettin′ money too
She know I′m a cheater, I'm a cheater for that money, boo
Don′t care what the team, you crack a smile like you want funny too
She'll leave your ass if I pull up, yeah, right in front of you
Like why you feelin′ down when I pull up, you feel like it?
Said you gettin' tired from, just so that you don′t feel like it
Been feelin' the same, so you know what I barely feel like
Told the label if I go, you better have that prayer right
To my son, God knows I'ma miss my mom
But He know I keep my gun, I feel like drivin′ with it
She know I′m a savage, but she don't deny ridin′ with it
Forty hold them titties like a bra strap with a wire in it
Whoa, ayy-yeah, ayy-yeah
Whoa, ayy-yeah, ayy-ayy
Gotta give it all to my son, God knows I'ma miss my mom
But He know I keep my gun, I feel like drivin′ with it
She know I'm a savage, but she don′t deny ridin' with it
Forty hold them titties like a bra strap with a wire in it
Ayy, gotta give it all to my son, God knows I'ma miss my mom
But He know I keep my gun, I feel like drivin′ with it
She know I′m a savage, but she don't deny ridin′ with it
Forty hold them titties like a bra strap with a wire in it
