เนื้อเพลง Photo Copied - Future

Yeah, you lucky

Yeah, I'm on savage time n*gga
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied

Once I adapted I got more options
I told her ignore that b*tch she told me "yes daddy"
Man she, tryna get at me
Hoe you telling they business so tacky
We don't cuddle with none of you b*tches
We don't wanna hustle with none of you n*ggas
Uh, I'm cool on them, don't even dap them n*ggas
Uh, I was in the trap they tried to trap a n*gga
I pull up in that new Maybach and they wave
These n*ggas won't show no deuces they got hoe-waves
I walk inside the club and they wave
I put headshots and more hits out on my enemies

I got love for all my n*ggas who got love for me
I got bloods, crips, and GDs in my family tree
And everywhere I go them vice lords with me
You don't want no static we just got these things established
Bobble head b*tches, they just smash automatic
Your baby-momma outta pocket knowing I'm a savage
I told you I don't give you the dope
I told you I don't give you that dope
You n*ggas don't exist we eat filet mignon
Go brazy with your b*tch she try to stay the night
The first thing in the AM send her on a flight

Yeah, I'm on savage time n*gga
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied

I passed her off like "oh b*tch I'm him"
I'm seeing the way she actin' on a gram
You misrepresenting who I am
Oh, hold up
That photoshop making me nervous
I told you what's making me nervous
I know you ain't saving that p*ssy
You know somebody play in that p*ssy
And it's o, it's okay though

I got love for all my n*ggas who got love for me
I got bloods, crips, and GDs in my family tree
And everywhere I go them vice lords with me
You don't want no static we just got these things established
Bobble head b*tches, they just smash automatic
Your baby-momma outta pocket knowing I'm a savage
I told you I don't give you the dope
I told you I don't give you that dope
You n*ggas don't exist we eat filet mignon
Go brazy with your b*tch she try to stay the night
The first thing in the AM send her on a flight

Yeah, I'm on savage time n*gga
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied