Savage - Yookie

Short Circuit on the beat

Crichy

It’s Crichy Crich, biatch!

Let the beat drop, then we get to murder

We gon' party all night, better close the curtains

I ain’t let you in my circle if you ain’t workin'

Imma have to put you out like a short circuit

Mobbing with my gang in this bitch

I hear a whole lot of people dropping names in this bitch

I could never gas 'em up like a flame on a Bic

But Imma fire everybody, got 'em changing their shifts

I’m in that holy ghost, double cup, having a toast

And I see their eyes through the nine, selling they soul

While they praying for something while she giving you throat

Imma aim for your brain when I look through the scope

She ain’t sleeping in my bed if she ain’t perfect

Every day I die for it, better make it worth it

Every day I’m catching plays out in traffic swerving

Tonight a celebration, I think I deserve it

Hold up, better take it in doses

Holy water in black Impalas, I feel like Moses

Cup of rain for the pain, covered all black roses

Tell these groupies my life a movie, I wipe all they noses

Now what you think, 'cause you sipping drank, you on now?

You made yourself a couple dollars but it’s gone now

Swinging Lamborghini, we just do that shit for fun now

Couple hundred bottles got my haters on the run now

She ain’t sleeping in my bed if she ain’t perfect

Every day I die for it, better make it worth it

Every day I’m catching plays out in traffic swerving

Tonight a celebration, I think I deserve it