Savage By Megan Thee Stallion
I’m that *** (Yeah)
Been that ***, still that *** (Ah)
Will forever be that *** (Forever be that ***)
Yeah (Ayy, ah)
I’m the hood Mona Lisa, break a *** into pieces
Had to X some cheesy niggas out my circle like a pizza (Yeah)
I’m way too exclusive, I don’t shop on Insta’ boutiques
All them lil’ ass clothes only fit fake booties
Bad ***, still talking cash ***
*** like water, I’m unbothered and relaxing
I would never trip on a *** if I had him
***, that’s my trash, you the maid, so you bagged him, ah
I’m a savage (Yeah)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (Yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (Hey, hey, yeah)
Acting stupid, what’s happening? (Woah, woah)
***, what’s happening? (Woah, woah)
***, I’m a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Acting stupid, what’s happening?
***, what’s happening? (Ayy, ah)
Eat me and record it, but your edge-up all I’m showing (Ah)
I keep my niggas private, so his AP all I’m showing (Baow)
Beefing with you *** really getting kinda boring
If it ain’t about the money, then you know I’m gon’ ignore it
I’m the ***, ooh (Ayy)
I need a mop to clean the floor, it’s too much drip, ooh (Too much drip, ooh)
I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, ooh (I keep a whip, baow)
Let’s play a game, Simon says I’m still that ***, ayy (Still that ***)
I’m still that ***, yeah (Ah)
I’m a savage
Classy, bougie, ratchet (Yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (Yeah)
Acting stupid, what’s happening? (What’s up?)
***, what’s happening? (What’s up?)
***, I’m a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (***)
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Acting stupid, what’s happening? (What’s up?)
***, what’s happening?
***, I’m lit like a match, ooh
And any *** I let hit is still attached, ooh
That body right, but you know this *** fat, ooh
I drop a picture, now these *** feel attacked, ayy
Don’t let that *** gas you up and get you whacked, ooh
I make a call and get a *** *** smacked, uh
These *** talkin’ ’bout pulling up, well, where you at? Ooh
I’m in a Lam’, ***, catch me if you can, ooh
I’m kickin’ *** out they spot, Stalli’ Chan, yeah (Ah, yeah)
Niggas say I taste like sugar, but ain’t *** sweet (Ah)
Mwah
Ayy, ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, mwah
