Savage – Megan Thee Stallion (featuring Beyonce)

“Savage” Lyrics

I’m that b**** (yeah)
Been that b****, still that b**** (ah)
Will forever be that b**** (forever be that b****)
Yeah (ay, ha)
I’m the hood Mona Lisa, break a nigga into pieces
Had to X some cheesy niggas out my circle like a pizza (yeah)
I’m way too exclusive, I don’t shop on Insta’ boutiques
All them lil’ a** clothes only fit fake booties
Bad b****, still talking cash s***
P**** like water, I’m unbothered and relaxing
I would never trip on a nigga if I had him
B****, that’s my trash, you the maid, so you bagged him, ah
I’m a savage (yeah)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (hey, hey, yeah)
Acting stupid, what’s happening? B**** (whoa, whoa)
What’s happening?  B**** (whoa, whoa)
I’m a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Acting stupid, what’s happening?  B****
What’s happening? (Ay, ah)
Eat me and record it, but your edge-up all I’m showing (ah)
I keep my niggas private, so his AP all I’m showing (baow)
Beefing with you b****** really getting kinda boring
If it ain’t about the money, then you know I’m gon’ ignore it
I’m the s***, ooh (ay)
I need a mop to clean the floor, it’s too much drip, ooh (too much drip, ooh)
I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, ooh (I keep a whip, baow)
Let’s play a game, Simon says I’m still that b****, ay (still that b****)
I’m still that b****, yeah (ah)
I’m a savage (yeah)
Classy, bougie, ratchet (yeah)
Sassy, moody, nasty (yeah)
Acting stupid, what’s happening?  B**** (what’s up?)
What’s happening?  B**** (what’s up?)
I’m a savage, yeah
Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah
Sassy, moody, nasty, huh
Acting stupid, what’s happening?  B****
What’s happening?
B****, I’m lit like a match, ooh
And any nigga I let hit is still attached, ooh
That body right, but you know this p**** fat, ooh
I drop a picture, now these b****** feel attacked, ay
Don’t let that nigga gas you up and get you whacked, ooh
I make a call and get a p**** nigga smacked, uh
These b****** talkin’ ’bout pulling up, well, where you at? Ooh
I’m in a Lam’, b****, catch me if you can, ooh
I’m kickin’ b****** out they spot, Stalli’ Chan, yeah (ah, yeah)
Niggas say I taste like sugar, but ain’t s*** sweet, ah
Mwah
Ay, ay, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, mwah