Lyrics Savage - Yookie

Savage

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