Future Photo Copied Lyrics

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

Once I adapted I got more options
I told her ignore that ***** 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 *****es
We don't wanna hustle with none of you *****s
Uh, I'm cool on them, don't even dap them *****s
Uh, I was in the trap they tried to trap a *****
I pull up in that new Maybach and they wave
These *****s 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 *****s who got love for me
I got Bloods, Crips, and GDs in my family tree
And where ever I go them Vice Lords with me
You don't want no static we just got these things established
Bobble head *****es, 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 *****s don't exist we eat filet mignon
Go brazy with your ***** she try to stay the night
The first thing in the AM send her on a flight

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

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

I got love for all my *****s who got love for me
I got Bloods, Crips, and GDs in my family tree
And where ever I go them Vice Lords with me
You don't want no static we just got these things established
Bobble head *****es, 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 *****s don't exist we eat filet mignon
Go brazy with your ***** she try to stay the night
The first thing in the AM send her on a flight

(Yeah, I'm on savage time *****
I'm on savage time
I'm on ratchet time
I go smash her she so outta pocket
I go smash her but she photocopied)

Written by: Joshua Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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