Future Lyrics
"Photo Copied"

Yeah
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 zaddy"
Man she pfft, 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 ways
I walk inside the club and they wave
I put headshots and more hits out on my enemies

I got love for all my niggas who got love for me
I got Bloods, Crips, and GDs in my family tree
And wherever I go everybody's watchin' me
You don't want no static, we just got these things established
Bobble-head bitches, they get smashed automatic
Your baby momma outta pocket, knowing I'm a savage

I told you I'ma give you that dope
I told you I'ma 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

I passed her off like, "Oh, bitch, 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 this making me nervous
I know you ain't saving that pussy
You lettin' somebody play in that pussy
And it's O-it's OK, though

I got love for all my niggas who got love for me
I got Bloods, Crips, and GDs in my family tree
And wherever I go everybody's watchin' me
You don't want no static, we just got these things established
Bobble-head bitches, they get smashed 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