NYE OUTRO 2.0

[Verse 1: SAV]
Got a K it’s got a 401 in front of it
I got a RICO so don’t call me by my government
We was 12 and sharing Jordans on some brother shit
My cousin asked me for a rack, he’s on some other shit
She showing titties for some Micky Ds I’m loving it
I drive a Camry even though I bought a Cullinan
Call my trap the Riggins, give you gas and come again
I do this rapping shit for free I’m having fun again

Pour up the 4 watch the soda get muddy
Smoke for the pain in the night like I’m Cudi
They think I’m chilling cause all of this money
I moved to Philly but ain’t nothing sunny

Diamonds like Fiji,my wrist on Dasani
Ain’t nothing funny, the blunt got me smiling
Running up on me my gang get to wyling
You dummy, you pussy, you think you with violence?
Tropical bitch give me top in the islands
Got a new Tessy, it’s loaded no mileage
And just like my whip, I be moving in silence
Step like a Kappa, I’m fly as a pilot
I know his name cause I’m flying in private
You talking money, I speak like a profit (prophet)
Money keep coming and can’t nothing stopit

Took an Indian bitch I love to Philly
Yeah that’s meri jaan (jawn)
And the plug must be on steroids
Gas pack strong like Barry Bonds
I run through checks like TSA
Got pounds in the carry-on
Got a stick that’ll make you disappear
Ain’t talking fairy wands

Play the new SAV song and rewind it
And my necklaces switch up the climate
And my Rollies is on perfect timing
And my pockets is fat like a lineman
Can’t believe that I made it off rhyming
All them nights I was living off Ramen
All my shooters is flooded with diamonds
And they listen to me like I’m Simon
Now we buy out the jets that we fly in
Touching down in Detroit like the Lions
Shawty said that she love me, she lying
I’m going to fuck her and then stop replying
You can talk to the hand like the Heisman
Money tall like my last name was Weismann
I don’t care about the price, just the sizes
Any L’s is just W’s in disguises

[Verse 1: AntDavideo]

I hate a bitch that can’t look in the mirror
Look to what’s right, or look to her rear
Smile so bright you would think it’s veneers
I’m so out of sight but the money is clear

To see when you want it
And trust me it don’t mean a thing when you have it
Cause I can turn M’s to B’s like it’s magic
And if I stand on that shit I’d be taller then Savan

If I were to stand on that shit I’d be taller
They making money off shit that I taught them
I’m not your regular typical baller
Just went to the tailor so he can put space in my pockets to finally fit all this guala
Now I can pop out and shit on you hoes that never believed in the fact that I’m on

But now that I’m on I don’t even wanna kick it with you guys man
My tax bracket say I’m different then you guys man
And I don’t even wanna be like that
But sometimes you gotta be like that
And if somebody ever bullshit me
Just always know I can see right passed it
And I’m sorry if this AP blinding you
I told you bitches you gon need some glasses

They gave money to the wrong dude
Cause I’m going to tell you if you broke then it’s on you
They gave money to the wrong dude
Cause I’m going to tell you if you broke then it’s on you

Everything is a choice
I know they tired of me making all this noise
But I;m going to always say what I feel
As long as the vision got a voice