Photo Copied Lyrics - Evol - Future

Yeah, you lucky 

Yeah, I'm on savage time nigga 

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 bitch 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 bitches 

We don't wanna hustle with none of you niggas 

Uh, I'm cool on them, don't even dap them niggas 

Uh, I was in the trap they tried to trap a nigga 

I pull up in that new Maybach and they wave 

These niggas 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 

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I got love for all my niggas 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 bitches, 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 niggas don't exist we eat filet mignon 

Go brazy with your bitch she try to stay the night 

The first thing in the AM send her on a flight 

Yeah, I'm on savage time nigga 

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 

Photos 

I passed her off like "oh bitch 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 pussy 

You know somebody play in that pussy 

And it's o, it's okay though 

I got love for all my niggas 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 bitches, 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 niggas don't exist we eat filet mignon 

Go brazy with your bitch she try to stay the night 

The first thing in the AM send her on a flight 

Yeah, I'm on savage time nigga 

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