Uh (VL)
Knock the head off, the body gon' drop (fax me that)
Huh, simple math (shit)
We out here though (that's a hundred percent)
Got some young boys that'll pull up on you, any time of day if need to (say that then)
But I ain't here for that (not at all)
We tryin' to stay positive (Astaghfirullah, akhi)
If you don't fuck around (Dougie On The Beat)

If we knock the head off, body fall deep (facts)
I just popped a Xanax, help me fall asleep (tired)
Lookin' at you crazy, like how you cross me (stupid)
Years of my life, what the streets cost me
Down with all the wars, I got some killers in New York that drive to Baltimore (Park Heights)
And if they paid to do a kill, they gon' slaughter for it (you ready for it)
And I love my savages (my savages, my savages)
We in the city makin' all the noise

Jones
Arm legga legga, fuck it bust at the head (boom-boom-boom-boom)
I stood in front bodegas where we would hustle for bread (what you need?)
My man got shot, and he got cuffed to the bed
I watched his mom pray for him, while she was touchin' his head (amen)
Lord is my witness, I only could spit the truth (facts)
Life died with his gun, and he didn't get to shoot (I miss you Life)
No top all Summer, like he didn't get the roof
We was young, smokin' Reefer, blowin' heaters off the roof (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
Now we on planes with the MAC like a laptop
Tryna catch my balance in turbulence while we slap box (oh, you caught that)
Still park them pretty foreign cars on them crack blocks (15th)
Give my niggas inspiration, 'cause they still trap

If we knock the head off, body fall deep
I just popped a Xanax, help me fall asleep
Lookin' at you crazy, like how you cross me
Years of my life, what the streets cost me
Down with all the wars, I got some killers in New York that drive to Baltimore
And if they paid to do a kill, they gon' slaughter for it
And I love my savages (my savages)
We in the city makin' all the noise

We got all the cars (yes, we do)
You know we bussin' down all the Audemars (flood that up)
You can catch us in the Wraith, you see all the stars (bitch, you blind?)
We flyin' through your town, we makin' all the noise (pick a state)
Nigga, call the boys, shit
I'm from a town that'll kill you dead on the spot (Harlem)
Know a couple drug lords turned federal cops (know a few of them)
Been in the kitchen when the coke was ready to rock (base)
Know what they say, hope this run never will stop (that's what they say, huh?)
That's my favorite, plus these niggas I was raised with (what happened?)
Taught to buy Rollies and never even appraised it (shit)
Who am I, 'cause I been accused of the same shit
The bitches and the cars and the jewelry, nigga you name it

If we knock the head off, body fall deep
I just popped a Xanax, help me fall asleep
Lookin' at you crazy, like how you cross me
Years of my life, what the streets cost me
Down with all the wars, I got some killers in New York that drive to Baltimore
And if they paid to do a kill, they gon' slaughter for it
And I love my savages
We in the city makin' all the noise

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Douglas K. Whitehead, Durk D. Banks, Joseph Jones