mixtape: The Slaughter Tape (2015)

 

• Skrtt Skrtt
• Pimp
• Gang
• Picky
• Slaughter Ya Daughter
• Drip
• Out The Bowl
• Drinkin And Driving
• Start Dyin
• Fuckin Niggaz Bitches
• Million Dollar Liq
• Seeing Double
• Heart So Cold
• Woah

Skrtt Skrtt lyrics - 21 Savage

Fuck 12

Skrrt skrrt

Skrrt skrrt

Skrrt skrrt (Close that muthafuckin' door nigga) Skrrt skrrt

Skrrt skrrt (Fuck wrong with you? You trippin', nigga) Skrrt skrrt

Skrrt skrrt (Hell, hand me that baking soda, nigga) Skrrt skrrt

Skrrt skrrt (Gah damn nigga, I only [?]) Skrrt skrrt

Skrrt skrrt (Cut the stove up, cut the stove up, cut the-) Skrrt skrrt

Skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt (No, 'cause you don't need that man, you trippin')

Skrrt skrrt

Skrrt (Hell, you gon' burn the dope up, but still)

Skrrt

Skrrt skrrt (Hell, keep that muthafucker on me) Skrrt skrrt

Cooking up dope in Givenchys, all my niggas counting benjis

Pull up on you with the sticks nigga, we gon' handle business

I know a lot of niggas out here say they worth a mill ticket

I guess everybody rich, you a goddamn liar

Took the stand on your right hand man, so you had to die

Lost a lot of my real niggas, so I had to cry

21 and that Sex Money what I live by

Glock 40 with the 30 round and a red dot

Young nigga went from hot boxing to a trap spot

Niggas clutching on the choppers every time the fuckin' door knock

Santan' molly that'll make your fucking heart stop

Feds taking pictures every time the fucking car stop

Auntie hit the dope, said it make her fucking jaw lock

Stray bullets hitting kids while they playing hop scotch

Fifteen and pregnant, told her momma and a fucking tear drop

And that's my soda, that's my stove and that's my pot

21

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Skrrt skrrt

Skrrt

Skrrt

Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt

My wrist in the bowl and I skrrt, I bought a new 'Rari, I skrrt

I fuck on your bitch then I skrrt, we pull up and murder and skrrt

These niggas they know I'm berserk, I keep it up under my shirt

My nigga we flipping that work, we juug and remixing that work

Lil' bitty bitch wanna flirt, this lil' bitty bitch wanna flirt

I'm fucking this bitch for a perc', I'm fucking this bitch for a perc'

I'm smoking the OG from Cali, you lil' niggas still smokin' purp

Niggas be talking that gangster shit 'til these lil' niggas get hurt

Slaughter Gang nigga, they with me and they will put you on a shirt

I Slaughter Gang nigga, I'll slaughter your daughter then send her to church

Can't lose no more niggas, I lost some real niggas and nigga it hurts

So I bought a new chopper, it's fully and semi and three round burst

(Mothafucking Slaughter Tape, nigga)

(Yeah nigga, y'all know what the fuck going on nigga)

(Huh?)

Slaughter your daughter

Slaughter your daughter

21, 21, 21

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Skrrt, skrrt

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Pimp lyrics - 21 Savage

Zaytoven

21 Savage

21, 21

Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter

Your daughter, your daughter, your daughter

We slaughter her, your daughter

21, 21, 21 21 21

Pull up in yo trap niggas scatter like roaches

All my close friends drug dealers and vultures

I'm sippin' out a coffee cup but this ain't Folgers

I know you still mad about the brick that I sold ya

I cook me up a brick and went and bought me a Rollsie

I'm playin' with the rock like my real name is Hova

AK-47 still strapped to my shoulder

Them niggas tote choppers like them niggas from Magnolia

I fucked a nigga's bitch

I fucked another nigga's bitch

When you gettin' money you can fuck a nigga's bitch

VVS diamonds I done flooded out my wrist

I ain't talkin' 'bout Toronto when I say I'm in the 6

You know it's hard out here for a pimp

When you tryna get this money for a brick

Reaching in your pocket feelin' lint

Fuck that I'm running off with niggas' shit

All the codeine and gas money spent

You had bands now you ain't even got a zip

All your homeboys fuckin' on your bitch

Fuck that you better take a nigga's shit

Take a nigga's shit you better take a nigga's shit

I just took a nigga's shit and flooded out my wrist

Rappin' ass niggas, they ain't really with the shit

You ain't never sold no coke and you ain't never hit a lick

You drove all the way from Macon thought he came to buy a brick

But we stripped him left him naked he had nothing but his dick

Man we pull up like the Secret Service, nothin' 'bout no sticks

Mess with 21 Savage, they gon' put you on a list

You know it's hard out here for a pimp

When you tryna get this money for a brick

Reaching in your pocket feelin' lit

Fuck that I'm running off with niggas' shit

All the codeine and gas money spent

You had bands now you ain't even got a zip

All your homeboys fuckin' on your bitch

Fuck that you better take a nigga's shit

Gang lyrics - 21 Savage

Gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Bitch you can't hang with the gang

I don't give a fuck bout no stain

Ran off with yo money, you lame

And then I went bought me a chain

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

I pull up and fuck on yo main

That rollie that's on me, it's plain

My shooters, they cock it and aim

Then send a few shots at yo brain

I pull up and fuck on yo main

21, nigga the gang

I know a few niggas who changed

I could never ever ever change

Hit the cup and switch lanes

Hit the gas and switch lanes

I'm nothin' like these lames

I really sold cocaine

I run up a check and I fuck it up

I fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

You play with the gang, we gon fuck you up

You know that we strapped, nigga buckle up

I cut on the stove and the water

Them diamonds, they on me, they water

I don't give a fuck bout yo daughter

You play with the gang, you get slaughtered

That's 200 hunnid thousand in cash

200 all over my dash

12 get behind me, I smash

These niggas, they try to be friendly

You know that these bitches, they friendly

We not gon show you no pity

Pull up and murder ya bity

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Bitch you can't hang with the gang

I don't give a fuck bout no stain

Ran off with yo money, you lame

And then I went bought me a chain

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

I pull up and fuck on yo main

That rollie that's on me, it's plain

My shooters, they cock it and aim

Then send a few shots at yo brain

I don't give a fuck bout no mufuckin stain

Ran off on my plug and I bought me a chain

A watch and a ring

A watch and a ring?

Yeah, a watch and a ring

Aye, I'm watching ya main

Pull up on yo bitch, make her suck on a dick

She fucking the clique

Aye, she loving the clique

We ain't loving no bitch

We chasing money and shit

Pull up in foreigns and shit

That pussy get boring and shit

I'd rather go get me some head

Blue hunnids, I wish they was red

You try me, you know that you dead

You pussy, I know that you scared

I keep me a 30, these bitches be thirsty

You know that we working

You know that we serving

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Bitch you can't hang with the gang

I don't give a fuck bout no stain

Ran off with yo money, you lame

And then I went bought me a chain

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang

I pull up and fuck on yo main

That rollie that's on me, it's plain

My shooters, they cock it and aim

Then send a few shots at yo brain

Picky lyrics - 21 Savage

Damn, DJ Plugg, you just killed it

I'm so motherfucking picky

She ain't fucking then she dipping

If it ain't tinted, I ain't in it

Cuz I'm so motherfucking picky

Thousand dollars on Giuseppe's

You better watch where you stepping

I'm young, dumb and I'm reckless

Eighty thousand on a necklace

Cuz I'm so motherfucking picky

I'm fucking picky, 21 Savage all I do is count digits

I cook a brick, I flip a brick, I fucking whip it

I hit Lenox, spend ten, I'm fucking ridiculous

I pulled up on his bitch, she acting stiff

Bitch you better suck a dick or you gotta dip

I got real shooters 'round me, they gone fucking flip

You don't see this fucking Extendo, better watch ya lip

Cuz we'll trip nigga

The money come first and these bitches last nigga

I like counting cash nigga, I like smoking gas nigga

200 on the dash nigga, all my cars fast

All my bitches thick, I love a fat ass

I'm so motherfucking picky

She ain't fucking then she dipping

If it ain't tinted, I ain't in it

Cuz I'm so motherfucking picky

Thousand dollars on Giuseppe's

You better watch where you stepping

I'm young, dumb and I'm reckless

Eighty thousand on a necklace

Cuz I'm so motherfucking picky

I'm young dumb and I'm reckless

I'm playing with blocks like Tetris

I don't tote smith and Wesson

This a Glock 40 get to stepping

This dope came from Peru, I got a deuce deuce in my shoe

I got santan, wanna boot?

I bought my side ho a coupe

That bitch came with no roof

These niggas lying I'm the truth

21, 21, 21

21 Savage, I'm in love with the money

Got a hundred round drum, on the bottom of my Tommy

Baw baw baw! Graw graw graw!

Pussy nigga get to running, boot up, boot up, like a motherfucking zombie

I'm so motherfucking picky

She ain't fucking then she dipping

If it ain't tinted, I ain't in it

Cuz I'm so motherfucking picky

Thousand dollars on Giuseppe's

You better watch where you stepping

I'm young, dumb and I'm reckless

Eighty thousand on a necklace

Cuz I'm so motherfucking picky

Slaughter Ya Daughter lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. iLoveMakonnen & Key!)

[21 Savage:]

My pinky ring (Slaughter your daughter)

That's a quarter (Slaughter your daughter)

Double cup (Slaughter your daughter)

Three hundred dollars (Slaughter your daughter)

I got commas (Slaughter your daughter)

Ferragamo (Slaughter your daughter)

I bought a Benz (Slaughter your daughter)

She had a Honda (Slaughter your daughter)

She's a darling (She's a darling)

I gave her molly (I gave her molly)

The bitch is geeking (The bitch is geeking)

She seeing Scotty (She seeing Scotty)

She dancing for me (I slaughtered your daughter)

I love her body (I slaughtered your daughter)

Here's my number (Slaughter your daughter)

Be sure to call me (Slaughter your daughter)

I slaughtered your daughter

In back of the Honda

I'm whipping up white

I'm whipping up Barbara

I fucked on Keyshaundra

And then I fucked Sonia

And then I fucked Tonia

I slaughtered your daughter

I'm 21 Savage

I don't do no marriage

I fucked her on camera

The bitch was embarrassed

I gave her a molly

She talking to Scotty

She dancing in Follies

She geeking like Bobby

My pinky ring (Slaughter your daughter)

That's a quarter (Slaughter your daughter)

Double cup (Slaughter your daughter)

Three hundred dollars (Slaughter your daughter)

I got commas (Slaughter your daughter)

Ferragamo (Slaughter your daughter)

I bought a Benz (Slaughter your daughter)

She had a Honda (Slaughter your daughter)

She's a darling (She's a darling)

I gave her molly (I gave her molly)

The bitch is geeking (The bitch is geeking)

She seeing Scotty (She seeing Scotty)

She dancing for me (I slaughtered your daughter)

I love her body (I slaughtered your daughter)

Here's my number (Slaughter your daughter)

Be sure to call me (Slaughter your daughter)

[Key!:]

I gave her water (Hey)

She acting famished (Hey)

Can't even have it (Hey)

Brandon Jackson (Hey)

That is my, dawg

She take the, charge

That is my, dawg

She take the, charge

I nutted on her (Hey)

She wiped it off (Hey)

I left out (Hey)

Don't call the house

Don't pull up in, okay

Uh, shit, damn, ayy, uh, ayy

[21 Savage:]

My pinky ring (Slaughter your daughter)

That's a quarter (Slaughter your daughter)

Double cup (Slaughter your daughter)

Three hundred dollars (Slaughter your daughter)

I got commas (Slaughter your daughter)

Ferragamo (Slaughter your daughter)

I bought a Benz (Slaughter your daughter)

She had a Honda (Slaughter your daughter)

She's a darling (She's a darling)

I gave her molly (I gave her molly)

The bitch is geeking (The bitch is geeking)

She seeing Scotty (She seeing Scotty)

She dancing for me (I slaughtered your daughter)

I love her body (I slaughtered your daughter)

Here's my number (Slaughter your daughter)

Be sure to call me (Slaughter your daughter)

[ILoveMakonnen:]

Tryna see a hundred on the highway, riding to Chattanooga

Heard the boys want beef with us, my boy pull up with that Ruger

Got so many girls around the world, boy I can't lose 'em

Every city I touchdown in, it be so hard to choose her

My money be stacking all night, all night like I'm on plantation

Everybody know my shit the hottest in the nation

Putting down lil fires if any mothafucka wanna talk that shit

Last time I came here tell 'em I cost about a brick

God damn my hoe you be making a lot nowadays, we getting paid

I got so many girls I bring 'em to the fucking shade

They say I shine like the sun, we sipping lemonade

I do not know your fucking friend and I ain't tryna mate

'Cause a nigga like me be goddamn, rapping

At the same time lil' nigga out here, trapping

Because I need more than a deal worth

Fuck what your deal worth

Nigga, I look like Spielberg

[21 Savage:]

My pinky ring (Slaughter your daughter)

That's a quarter (Slaughter your daughter)

Double cup (Slaughter your daughter)

Three hundred dollars (Slaughter your daughter)

I got commas (Slaughter your daughter)

Ferragamo (Slaughter your daughter)

I bought a Benz (Slaughter your daughter)

She had a Honda (Slaughter your daughter)

She's a darling (She's a darling)

I gave her molly (I gave her molly)

The bitch is geeking (The bitch is geeking)

She seeing Scotty (She seeing Scotty)

She dancing for me (I slaughtered your daughter)

I love her body (I slaughtered your daughter)

Here's my number (Slaughter your daughter)

Be sure to call me (Slaughter your daughter)

Drip lyrics - 21 Savage

21 Savage!

Metro Boomin

Savage Boomin or Metro Savage

Whatever you wanna call it or ball it

(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

Aquafina drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Baby got that water, I'm tryna sip, sip, sip, sip

She want a young nigga selling bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks

On a drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Aquafina drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Baby got that water, I'm tryna sip, sip, sip, sip

She want a young nigga selling bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks

On a drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Aquafina drip

When she dancing, all the rich niggas gonna tip

I got the same kinda guns like TIP

Plus I'm hood rich like rip

I ain't never seen a ass so fat

She want a young nigga selling crack

I'm dripping I'm dripping I'm dripping all over this track

If he is not dripping then we gonna run off with his pack

VVS dripping these ain't crystals

Your jeweler disappoint he selling crystals

I hear your baby daddy work at Krystal's

I hope you brush your teeth before you kiss him

21

Aquafina drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Baby got that water, I'm tryna sip, sip, sip, sip

She want a young nigga selling bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks

On a drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Aquafina drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Baby got that water, I'm tryna sip, sip, sip, sip

She want a young nigga selling bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks

On a drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

I'm whipping work

I done spilled baking soda on my shirt

I'm smoking OG, you smoking purp

Real street nigga, don't get hurt

I'm in the kitchen cooking crack like its bacon

These pussy ass rappers they be faking

I'm 21 Savage ain't no faking

AK-47 get the shaking

Don't wanna be ya man, can I fuck ya friend?

I wanna fuck ya friend, can I fuck ya twin?

(808 Mafia)

Choppas on the couch, choppa bring the power

Thought he had a brick (Metro), but I sold him flour

Aquafina drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Baby got that water, I'm tryna sip, sip, sip, sip

She want a young nigga selling bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks

On a drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Aquafina drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Baby got that water, I'm tryna sip, sip, sip, sip

She want a young nigga selling bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks

On a drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Out The Bowl lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Key!)

[Key!:]

(Woo, woo, woo, woo)

(Hello, fire)

(Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Ayy, uh, hello

(Come on, Benny, man)

Ayy, uh, ayy, okay

(Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello)

Shit, ayy, uh

Okay, when she give me head she gon' use both hands, okay, hey

How you know? Hey, hey

I'm the man, hey

Ooh, I'm in the club and I'm doing the staleface, hey, hey

Why you mad? Hey

I'm just waiting to get, ooh, ooh

Check please, hey

I need my check please, hey

Try to check me, you gon' need a check please (Okay, woo)

And the fuckin' Glock become designer, okay

Niggas rockin' Glocks like them shits designer, okay

If I pull mine I'ma fuckin' design you, okay (Woo)

Leave you chopped up like some fuckin' lasagna, okay

Uh, keep the piece, I've been tryna keep the peace (Okay)

We can clear the fuckin' streets, that's why I'm tryin' to keep the peace

Ayy, I got a money recipe that work for more than me, ayy

They can't work for you, hey, uh

You can work for me, ayy

[21 Savage (Key!):]

She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl (She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl)

I'm a real nigga rockin' real gold (I'm a real nigga rockin' real gold, hey, I'm just tryna get her out them clothes)

But little do she know (But little do she know)

I'm just tryna get her out them clothes (I'm just tryna get her out them clothes)

She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl (She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl)

I'm a real nigga rockin' real gold (Real nigga rockin' real gold, I'm just tryna get her out them clothes)

But little do she know (But little do she know, uh)

I'm just tryna get her out them clothes (I'm just tryna get her out them motherfuckin')

Bitch, hold up

[21 Savage {Key!}:]

Twenty bands in my hands

I'ma make these bitches do the Macarena (Make these bitches dance, ayy)

{Woo, woo, woo}

I'm a real street nigga (21)

I'll be damned if I pay you for a feature (21, 21, 21, bitch)

Mamacita (What? Mamacita)

I wanna meet ya (I wanna meet ya, what?)

Smokin' reefer (Gas, gas)

I keep my heater (I keep my heater, buh-buh-buh)

I met her at the club, I knew she was a cheater (Cheatin' bitch)

I can fuck you, baby girl, but I can't keep you (I can't keep you)

Yeah, I'm a liar, I'm a dog, she a silly bitch (She a silly bitch, what?)

She always call my phone with that silly shit (Huh, what? 21, 21, 21, with that silly shit)

You ain't talkin' money, hang the phone up (What? Phone up)

You ain't talkin money, nigga, hold up (What? Hold up)

You ain't talkin money, nigga, grow up (What? What?)

Got it out the bowl with the cola (With the cola, {okay})

[21 Savage (Key!):]

She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl (She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl)

I'm a real nigga rockin' real gold (I'm a real nigga rockin' real gold, hey, I'm just tryna get her out them clothes)

But little do she know (But little do she know)

I'm just tryna get her out them clothes (I'm just tryna get her out them clothes)

She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl (She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl)

I'm a real nigga rockin' real gold (Real nigga rockin' real gold, I'm just tryna get her out them clothes)

But little do she know (But little do she know, uh)

I'm just tryna get her out them clothes (I'm just tryna get her out them motherfuckin')

Bitch, hold up

Drinkin And Driving lyrics - 21 Savage

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

I poured up a four and I'm movin' real slow with a bad bitch beside me

Why they take Actavis from me, I swear that I need you beside me

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

The last time that I got pulled over, they tried to DU and I me

Don't give a fuck about my probation, I'm still drinkin' and driving

I'm drinkin' and driving, got molly on molly

Taking these pain killers, they fill up my body

They fill up my body

They fill up my body

They fill up my body

Yeah, they fill up my body

I'm chopping up bricks like Miyagi, I don't know karate

All my niggas sound thirty, Nigga try and get thirty

Every clip hold thirty, I gave her back 'cause she was thirsty

I'm not a worker, can't work me

Bad bitches want to slurp me

Bitch thought she had a Porsche, had to get the ho an abortion

I'm drinkin' and driving in foreigns

Drinkin' and driving in foreigns

The game is meant to be sold, it's not to be told

I'm drinkin' and driving, so fuck being sober

Pour up a four, pour up a four, pour up a four, pour up a four

Pour up some more, Pour up some more

Just pour up some more

Pour up some more

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

I Poured up a 4 and I'm moving real slow, with a bad bitch beside me

Why they take Actavis from me, I swear that I need you beside me

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

The last time that I got pulled over, they tried to DU and I me

Don't give a fuck about my probation, I'm still drinkin' and driving

Pour up, pour up

Roll up, roll up

Bad bitches hold up

Hold up, hold up

I'm drinking and driving in Raris, drinkin' and driving in Phantoms

Drinkin' and driving in Porsches, drinkin' and driving on camera

Bitch I got stamina, bitch I'm gon' handle ya

Walk around with the hammer, MCM no Hammer

We fuck in the coupe, we fuck in the Challenger

We fuck in the Challenger, yeah, we fuck in the Challenger

I can't let you handle me, bad bitch two seats

Riding with the top off, two bitches top me

I'm riding with the beef, so I'm riding with the heat

We gonna keep it in the street, nigga see me don't speak

Give a fuck about your feelings, all my niggas drug dealing

All my niggas known for killing, we drinkin' and driving and spending

I poured up a fourth of that Ac', hit that bitch from the back

The molly killing, buying packs, drinkin' and driving it back

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

I poured up a four and I'm moving real slow, with a bad bitch beside me

Why they take Actavis from me, I swear that I need you beside me

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

Drinkin' and driving

The last time that I got pulled over, they tried to DU and I me

Don't give a fuck about my probation, I'm still drinkin' and driving

Start Dyin lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Offset)

[Offset:]

Zaytoven

Fuck wrong, with a nigga?

Migo Gang!

Yeah!

Pussy nigga!

Momma told me to get money but don't be stupid

Know how to add up the grams and weigh up the bands, don't know how to use computers

Bando beating like its Lex Luger

Pinky ring sixty thousand man, you can't fuck with my squad and you know it, man

Come on my block, get extorted man

Dope on my margella, dope on my wrist and my fist cuz I'm cooking up coca man

Windmilling that pot like a hurricane

And I hope you don't think that we broke man

Come to the north and its Cokeland

The critics, say change my attitude

I told em fuck em, get my gratitude

Don't make me show you what the Mac 11 do

Better watch out, you'll get life with that dog food

Standing in the trap, made a hundred thousand

Call up Domingo, he pull up extension, he glaowed him

I got them bricks, but used to be nickel and dimeing

Look at my Rolly it's flooding, I can't see the timing

Everything cool til you pussy niggas start dying

Heart of a lion

You pussy niggas start dying

You pussy niggas start dying

You pussy niggas start dying

You pussy niggas start dying

[21 Savage:]

Started off with a nickel rock

Ran it up to a whole brick

Pussy nigga, start down, kick door, nigga ohh shit!

FN Five-seveN, 30 rounds, extended clip nigga blue tips

Pull up on you window down, choppas out, murder gang, nigga don't slip

21 savage

Bitch I cause havoc

Riding with the 30

Nigga that's a habit

Make the choppa sing like I'm Lenny Kravitz

Bob the Builder nigga handy with the ratchets

I'm trappin' and cappin'

Shippin' and packin'

Robbin' and rackin'

Designing my fashion

Change on bling

Watching my ring

And I beat all my cases so fuck an arraignment

[Offset:]

Standing, in the, trap, made a, hundred thousand

Call up Domingo, he pull up extension, he glaowed him

I got them bricks, but used to be nickel and dimeing

Look at my Rolly it's flooding, I can't see the timing

Everything cool til you pussy niggas start dying

Heart of a lion

You pussy niggas start dying

You pussy niggas start dying

You pussy niggas start dying

You pussy niggas start dying

Fuckin Niggaz Bitches lyrics - 21 Savage

I'm sippin' Act, I'm sippin' Act

This shit here worth more than cocaine

Come get your hoe I got your hoe

She say she wanna hang with the gang

I wanna Bentley I want a 'Rari

Wanna buy my bitch a ring

Yeah, I'm fresh up out the trap

But bitch I'm dressed in Balmain

You niggas know i rep that murda

Terrorisin' like Hussein

And my niggas juggin', servin'

Bouldercrest to Oakland Lane

Trappin' hard, I'm trappin' hard

My money taller than Jermaine

Them young nigga ready to roll, yeah

Give a fuck about yo' stain

I hit yo' ho for 'bout an hour

Took a shower then I changed

And I gave her a few hundred

'Cause I didn't have no change

I spent a twenty on a Rollie

With no diamonds it was plain

Now the Feds investigating

But I'm stiffer than a Manne

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fuckin' all these bitches

Fuckin' all these bitches

Fuckin' all these bitches

Fuckin' all these bitches

Fuckin' niggas bitches

Countin' all these digits

I gave that hoe a cross

Since she wanna act like a pigeon

Bitch I'm 21 savage

All my cases get dismisses

Ridin' with yo baby mama

She gonna blow me like a whistle

I pulled up on yo bitch

She sucked my pickle for a nickel

I still don't trust these bitches

So I hit her with my pistol

You know slaughter gang with me

Put some shots inside your temple

Still that same young nigga

Come through bustin' like a pimple

I'm pourin' syrup in my double cup

She asked to hit my cup

Told that bitch she hit my double cup

She gotta let me fuck

I don't give a fuck

Still runnin' off with niggas bucks

Jump out the cut

With the forty tucked niggas better duck

Hundred rounds from out that choppa'

Ambulance gonna pick him up

Nigga miss me with that rap shit

I'll still hit you up

That's on my mamma

I was robbing I was takin' I was young

I swear to God a 50 slab of

Summer mid that was my bond

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fucking niggas bitches

Fuckin' all these bitches

Fuckin' all these bitches

Fuckin' all these bitches

Fuckin' all these bitches

Million Dollar Liq lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. ManMan Savage)

[21 Savage:]

I met a new Migo. He said he got kilos

I met a new Migo. He said he got kilos

I met a new Migo. He said he got kilos

He asked me how much can I move, and I told him a few

I'm 21 Savage, I rob all my plugs, and he don't have a clue

He told me they touch down in a week or two, so be ready to move

A week or two passed. He pulled up with bricks

I'm looking like shit, I'm finna be rich

I took a brick, took a 9 out and turned it back into a brick

And it's still coming back, nigga I got the cleanest dope in the six

I got clean dope down, Big Migo he just changed my life

If he pull up with a hunnit I might have to take his life

ManMan caught him at the back door he was looking like

"Papi why you wanna cross me I thought you was on my side"

I told you pussy nigga young savage with the bullshit

Running off with niggas work, bitch I'm with the bullshit

I'm a back stabber but I'm really not with the cool shit

I think the fuck shit that I'm on should be a movement

Million-dollar lick

Million-dollar lick

Million-dollar lick

Million-dollar lick

I just wanna hit a motherfucking million-dollar lick

With a million-dollar lick, you can fuck a bad bitch

Million-dollar lick

Million-dollar lick

Million-dollar lick

Million-dollar lick

I just hit a million-dollar lick, and went and ice my wrist

I just hit a million-dollar lick and brought it to the bricks

[ManMan Savage:]

I just hit a million-dollar lick, million-dollar shit

I just robbed a Migo for his bricks now I'm serving bricks

[?] juugin' every chance I get

If I'm down bad then [?] shit

I took the plug on a tour through the 6, on some chill shit

Ever since they [?] I been on ill shit

Born in the South so you know I'm on that drill shit

Bitch, I'm ManMan Savage so you know I'm on that trill shit

[?], nigga, get up

Let that plug through the trap and make that nigga give it up

Ain't no face, no case, I know some niggas quick to spray you up

I let off fifty shots and [?] pick those bullets up

I done came up, I ain't changed up

Still on the same shit, I know some niggas done changed up

I ain't wit' that gang shit but, nigga, I stay strapped up

Usually I don't rob the plug but, nigga, shit done changed up

[21 Savage:]

Million-dollar lick

Million-dollar lick

Million-dollar lick

Million-dollar lick

I just wanna hit a motherfucking million-dollar lick

With a million-dollar lick, you can fuck a bad bitch

Million-dollar lick

Million-dollar lick

Million-dollar lick

Million-dollar lick

I just hit a million-dollar lick, and went and ice my wrist

I just hit a million-dollar lick and brought it to the bricks

Seeing Double lyrics - 21 Savage

I'm seeing double (I'm faded) Seeing double (I'm faded)

Seeing double (I swear I'm faded)

I'm seeing double (I'm faded)

Seeing double (I was drinkin') Seeing double (I was drinkin')

Seeing double (I was drinkin')

I'm seeing double (I'm drinkin') Seeing double (I can't thank)

Seeing double (Vision's ringin') Seeing double (Ocean's rain)

I'm seeing double (Pop a pill) Seeing double (Pop a pill)

Seeing double (How you feel?) Seeing double (How I feel?)

I'm seeing double (I'm drunk) Seeing double (I can't thank)

Seeing double (I can't walk) Seeing double (I can't talk)

I'm seeing double (My vision's blurred) Seeing double (I can't drive)

Seeing double (Seeing double) Seeing double (Seeing double)

I'm seeing double (I'm seeing double)

I'm from the gutter (I'm from the gutter)

My cup muddy (My cup muddy)

I'm drinking muddy (I'm drinking muddy)

I got some niggas lost they life, I know they love me (R.I.P.)

Just 'cause they say they love you, they don't love you (They don't need you)

I pour the four and then I drink it with my buddy (With my buddy)

We got some bitches at the pad getting slutty (Slaughter your daughter)

These niggas hatin' but I know these bitches love me (These bitches love me)

These niggas hatin' but I know these bitches love me (21, 21, 21)

My cup (My cup)

Filled up (Filled up)

My blunt (My blunt)

It's stuffed (It's stuffed)

Need to let that lil' bitch go, you trying to cuff her (You trying to cuff her)

I fucked her for a perc' inside the club (And that was nothing)

My Glock 40 on me, hold a dub (Hold a dub baow)

Walking 'round without out, that's a thug (Hey, that's a thug baow)

I'm trying to run off on the plug (Skrrt skrrt skrrt)

Trying to run off on the plug (21, 21, 21)

I'm seeing double (I'm drinkin') Seeing double (I can't thank)

Seeing double (Vision's ringin') Seeing double (Ocean's rain)

I'm seeing double (Pop a pill) Seeing double (Pop a pill)

Seeing double (How you feel?) Seeing double (How I feel?)

I'm seeing double (I'm drunk) Seeing double (I can't thank)

Seeing double (I can't walk) Seeing double (I can't talk)

I'm seeing double (My vision's blurred) Seeing double (I can't drive)

Seeing double (Seeing double) Seeing double (Seeing double)

I popped the seal on a pint trying to take away the heartache (The heartache)

Yeah (Yeah)

Pop a Percocet just to get my head straight (My head straight)

Yeah (Yeah)

We was coming up, we was selling two for five (Traffic)

Tie your shoes up, grab a mask and then we ride (Pop pop)

Pour me up a five and go and eat some Five Guys (21)

Fell in love with the pharmacy, she changed my life (Changed my life)

Trying to wash away the pain (Away the pain)

Trapping heavy with the gang (With the gang, 21, 21)

Give a fuck 'bout being famous (Give a fuck 'bout being famous)

'Cause most these niggas changing (These niggas changing)

Pour it in the soda and it's changing (It's changing)

Whip that baking soda and go buy a range then (Skrrt skrrt)

I'm seeing double, 'bout to fuck a nigga's main then (21, 21)

She want a street nigga with them Ben Franklins (21, 21, 21)

I'm seeing double (I'm drinkin') Seeing double (I can't thank)

Seeing double (Vision's ringin') Seeing double (Ocean's rain)

I'm seeing double (Pop a pill) Seeing double (Pop a pill)

Seeing double (How you feel?) Seeing double (How I feel?)

I'm seeing double (I'm drunk) Seeing double (I can't thank)

Seeing double (I can't walk) Seeing double (I can't talk)

I'm seeing double (My vision's blurred) Seeing double (I can't drive)

Seeing double (Seeing double) Seeing double (seeing double)

Heart So Cold lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Freaky)

[21 Savage:]

So cold

My heart so cold

My heart so cold, I can never fold

I'm on the paper chase man, fuck these hoes

I'm poppin' pain pills, got my heart moving slow

All I know is hustle 'cause I hate being broke

And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain't shit

These clothes ain't shit, you know these hoes ain't shit

And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain't shit

These clothes ain't shit, you know these hoes ain't shit

My heart so cold, I'm sticking to the code

Fake niggas bend, real niggas don't fold

I'm tricking Js daily, selling Sheetrock for blow

In my younger days nigga I was robbing stores

Still got it for the low

Judge give you the book, hang your ass without a rope

When you at the bottom seem like you ain't got hope

And when you got kids nigga anything will go

Green dots at funerals, they got my head fucked up

Can't digest these Percocets, they got my chest fucked up

Pussy niggas shot me six times, my luck fucked up

Hundred band lick pussy nigga, now I'm fucked up

My heart so cold, I can never fold

I'm on the paper chase man, fuck these hoes

I'm poppin' pain pills, got my heart moving slow

All I know is hustle 'cause I hate being broke

And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain't shit

These clothes ain't shit, you know these hoes ain't shit

And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain't shit

These clothes ain't shit, you know these hoes ain't shit

[Freaky:]

Fast paper had me dropping out of school

Violating laws, breaking all the rules

Smoking marijuana, riding with them tools

Hanging 'round hustlers, robbers, and fools

Hand to hand with strangers, watching from an angle

Praying for an angel, protection from danger

'Cause I done seen plenty niggas died that had a banger

And I done seen them niggas' partner ride out of anger

And never came back, about them greenbacks

Now have you seen that? These are obscene facts

And just because we paid, the stress don't decay

Still thinking 'bout them losses, winning never made 'em fade

With Gs being dead and [?] on my mental

It hurt so bad that I can't do the shit I didn't do

To keep my niggas here with me, I swear that shit be killing me

I hope you niggas feelin' me 'cause I know that you hearing me

And just because we smile and play

That don't mean that everything is going OK, no

Man just because we smile and play

That don't mean that everything is going OK

[21 Savage:]

My heart so cold, I can never fold

I'm on the paper chase man, fuck these hoes

I'm poppin' pain pills, got my heart moving slow

All I know is hustle 'cause I hate being broke

And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain't shit

These clothes ain't shit, you know these hoes ain't shit

And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain't shit

These clothes ain't shit, you know these hoes ain't shit

Woah lyrics - 21 Savage

(Zaytoven)

(Pull-up in the trenches, pull-up in the trenches)

Pull-up in the trenches, pull-up in the trenches (skrrt skrrt skrrt)

I was selling dope when I was fourteen (fourteen)

Re'in up with fifty what the fuck you mean? (fuck you niggas mean)

The fuck you niggas mean? (21 21)

I robbed em for two bands back there by the park (Back nigga)

Don't you pull down in them 'partments after dark (don't you do it)

Five niggas five choppas and a brick a hard (brick a hard)

Neighbor calling 12 she say we making noise (making noise)

I pull up in the coupe you know it push start (push start)

I been jumped in the street I had a push start (blatt blatt)

Drank sipping lane switching with the gang bitch (gang bitch)

Girl stop you know your baby daddy lame bitch (that nigga lame bitch)

You say you wanna shoot we on the same shit (bloaw bloaw)

The shit a nigga tote will make a plane flip (pew pew pew)

VVS's make a nigga chain drip (drip drip)

Choppa flip a nigga like Liu Kang kicks (hiyukan)

Smoking outta bag (whoa)

Count a lotta cash (whoa)

Drank a lotta syrup (whoa)

Pop a lotta Xans (whoa)

Cook a lotta bricks (whoa)

Hit a lotta licks (whoa)

Tote a lotta sticks (whoa)

Fuck a niggas bitch (whoa)

Pull up in a Porsche (whoa)

Pull up in a 'Rari (whoa)

Pull up on a Harley (whoa)

Bitch I beg your pardon (whoa)

I been getting money (whoa)

You been doing nothing (whoa)

Baby daddy sorry (whoa)

I been counting hundreds (whoa)

Bitch you know your baby daddy sorry hoe (he sorry hoe)

I pull up in a Benz & a 'Rari hoe (in a 'Rari hoe)

Valet walk up on me when I hit the door (skrrt skrrt)

I take that double cup and then I pour a fo' (mudd mudd)

I'm sipping codeine on the plane jack (on the plane jack)

First class shit with the gang jack (21 21 21)

How much you gon' pay me for your chain back (your chain back)

Pussy ass nigga got his chain snatched (pussy)

21 Gang you know I claim that (21 21)

These niggas say they shooting where your aim at (21 21 21)

Niggas say they banging got they stain snatched (pew pew)

Boy you know you been a lame since like way back (blatt blatt blatt)

I pull up on your hoe and then I dick her down (I dick her down)

Ridin' round the city with a hundred pounds (shhhhhhhh)

Ridin' through your hood with a hundred rounds (pew pew pew)

If I catch a play then imma gun em down (pew pew pew pew)

Smoking outta bag (whoa)

Count a lotta cash (whoa)

Drank a lotta syrup (whoa)

Pop a lotta Xans (whoa)

Cook a lotta bricks (whoa)

Hit a lotta licks (whoa)

Tote a lotta sticks (whoa)

Fuck a niggas bitch (whoa)

Pull up in a Porsche (whoa)

Pull up in a 'Rari (whoa)

Pull up on a Harley (whoa)

Bitch I beg your pardon (whoa)

I been getting money (whoa)

You been doing nothing (whoa)

Baby daddy sorry (whoa)

I been counting hundreds (whoa)

21 Savage other songs:

 

10 Freaky Girls lyrics - Metro Boomin (feat. 21 Savage)

 Ooh

No, no, no

No, no

[21 Savage:]

In peace (In peace), may you rest (May you rest)

Never ever shoot below the neck (Never ever)

You a rookie (You a rookie), I'm a vet (I'm a vet)

That's why I got a Glock, you got a TEC (Got a TEC)

Not checkers (Not checkers), this chess (It is chess)

I flooded out my Patek with baguettes

I curve Tiffany, yeah, for Jess (For who?)

Need to get myself together, I'm a mess (Straight up)

In Bikini Bottom, I'm with Sandy (Sandy)

Moesha keep on drinkin' all the brandy (Brandy)

Keisha eat the molly like it's candy (Yah, yah)

Bodyslam a nigga like I'm Randy (Yah, yah)

Yeah, I'm a hot hitter (Straight up)

I'm a guap getter (Straight up)

Leave a thot bitter (Straight up)

Get your block hit up

Oh, you think you in a group? Get that shit split up (On God)

Tryna suck me layin' down, I make that bitch sit up (Straight up)

Yeah, hot box, dirty stick, case closed (Case closed)

We grill beef, nigga, charcoal (Uh oh)

Sellin' pussy, her vajay-jay got a barcode (Uh oh)

These broke ass niggas need Jobco (21)

Used to use EBT to get seafood (What?)

Now I Uber Eats when I want Kiku (Straight up)

She wanna hang out and let the gang G you (Facts)

Metro worth a lot of M's, nigga, me too (Racks)

Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (A rock)

Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (Pop, pop)

The body in that casket was a opp (21)

I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)

All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)

Balenciaga boxers and the socks (On God)

I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (Yacht)

Finna drown in 'em, dawg, finna drown in 'em (21)

Last altercation, got a hundred rounds in him (On my mama)

All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in 'em (On your mama)

Ain't no furniture, it's just a lot of pounds in 'em (Straight up)

Percs, soft, hard, and I got the brown in 'em (On God)

Word to bombaclaat, shotta, we don't ramp in 'em (21)

Edgewood, Glenwood, Bouldercrest and the Hamp with 'em (Six)

Got a lot of sticks, you can get stamped with 'em (On God)

Tryna mediate the beef, you get found with 'em (Straight up)

All these chains, rest in peace to Harriet Tubman (Harriet Tubman)

Niggas broke 'cause they doin' too much clubbin' (Too much clubbin')

Cashed out on all my cards 'cause I'm stubborn ('Cause I'm stubborn)

Zone 6 against the world, that's how I'm comin' (How I'm comin')

I came out the womb, I was thuggin' (Straight up)

Ain't no fistfights, niggas uppin' (Straight up)

Rappers say they want smoke, but they bluffin' (On God)

When you see 'em face-to-face, it ain't nothin' (Straight up)

Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (A rock)

Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (Pop, pop)

The body in that casket was a opp (21)

I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)

All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)

Balenciaga boxers and the socks (On God)

I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (Yacht)

I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht

You know, I was racin' down the highway earlier today, ridin' down 20

I happened to see a nigga I robbed back in the day

You know what? He was happy to see me

100 lyrics - 21 Savage

 21, 21, 21

Slaughter Gang

21

21 Gang

Y'all know what the fuck poppin'

Slaughter Gang shit

21, 21

Choppa on me hold a 100 (100)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (200)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (300)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)

Choppa on me hold a 100

Choppa on me hold a 100

Choppa on me hold a 100

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me, hold a 100

Pull up on your nigga, gun him

Pull up on your niggas runnin'

21, 21, 21

Pull up on you, get to clappin'

Slaughter Gang known for whackin'

Slaughter Gang known for trappin'

21

I'm 21 Savage, I play with them sticks

21 Savage, I play with them bricks

21 Savage, I play with your bitch

Groupie bitches, I just nut on their lips

Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that chop

Slaughter Gang Savage a fool on the block

Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that Glock

12 gauge knock you outta your socks

Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100

Choppa on me hold a 100

Choppa on me hold a 100

Choppa on me hold a 100

Choppa on me hold a 100 (blow, blow, blow)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the bowl

I got a white bitch, play with her nose (snort coke)

VVS diamonds, yeah they froze (bling, blaow)

So rich I bought my bitch a ring for her toe (rich nigga shit)

50 thousand on me, hol' up, 100 thousand on me, hol' up

200 on a Bentley, hol' up I'm in this bitch doin'... donuts

Choppa hold me hold a 100, bitch

Glock 40 with the 30 clip

Z06 you know it's runnin' bitch

Niggas fakin' and we run it, bitch

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (ra!)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (graa!)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (glaw, glaw, glaw)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (glaw, glaw, glaw)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)

Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)

12 AM lyrics - 21 Savage

 Trapping after dark

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard

Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Gotta have heart, gotta have heart

Gotta have heart when you're trapping after dark

Trapping after dark, hit it with the fork

Skrrt skrrt, scrape the sides, skrrt skrrt, scrape the bowl

Young savage, bitch, and I ain't never chasing no hoe

All I wanna do is count a big ol' bank roll

Eh, I cook the dope like chowder

Make the dope do the moon walk with the fork

Young savage, bitch I walk around with a .40

Shout out to Trap-A-Holics, cause I'm a trapaholic

I ran off with your work and you ain't do nothing about it

You should have shot your jeweler cause your stones is really cloudy

All these rap niggas rapping like they really 'bout it

Catch your ass in traffic, snatch your bitch ass out that Audi

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard

Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Gotta have heart, gotta have heart

Gotta have heart when you're trapping after dark

I've been trapping since I can remember

I make the dope snow like it's December

My ice colder than the fucking winter

I got your main bitch, she in the blender

(Pew, pew, pew, pew) Shoot your motherfucking block up

Police ass nigga, you will get a nigga locked up

Stay down in the trap and ran my motherfucking guap up

You say you got shooters, why the hell they ain't never shot nothing?

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard

Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Trapping after dark, trapping after dark

Gotta have heart, gotta have heart

Gotta have heart when you're trapping after dark

2 Seater lyrics - DJ Holiday, Quavo, 21 Savage

 [Intro:]

They be playin' with this shit, man

Y'all niggas playin' with the money

Holiday season!

Y'all don't even know what the fuck to do with this shit

Y'all niggas act like y'all ain't even used to this shit, nigga

That boy Cass!

[Quavo:]

I pour an eight in a liter (ayy)

We trendin' the web like PETA (we trendin')

I'm an OG like Adidas (OG!)

Two seater, two seater, two seater (skrrt)

I got an iPhone and beeper (brrt)

Look at your ho, she a cheater (look at her)

And you still want to keep her (ew)

I just Michael Jackson, beat her (beat it)

Don't talk about swag, I'm dabbin' (I'm dabbin')

I read up on all new assassins (pow)

I'm movin' in orderly fashion

We gotta move like Obama, Obama, Obama

My niggas playing with plastic (plastic)

My life a real scare tactic (scary)

You niggas drinkin' molasses

What is you drinkin'?

Why did you buy that and drink it?

When I first got my pound, I broke it down (ayy)

Dancin' with the work like I'm James Brown (ow)

Young nigga havin' fame 'round town

Then we got rich off of verbs and nouns

Never been a sucker, never been a clown

Cash out a four four check, then watch it bounce

Trap out the bando, trap out the ounce

Finesse the plug 'cause he keeps changin' amounts (go)

Thirty in my hand, pump on the couch

'Cause a nigga paranoid now (paranoid)

If you come up, don't abandon your hood (naw)

They'll be the first to punch you right out

My life is lookin' amazin' (ooh)

If I send you rice, it come with the gravy

Think a nigga talkin' crazy (huh?)

Try it 'fore you buy it, I make you pay me (go!)

I pour an eight in a liter (ayy)

We trendin' the web like PETA (we trendin')

I'm an OG like Adidas (OG!)

Two seater, two seater, two seater (skrrt)

I got an iPhone and beeper (brrt)

Look at your ho, she a cheater (look at her)

And you still want to keep her (ew)

I just Michael Jackson, beat her (beat it)

[21 Savage:]

I'm from Zone 6, lot of killin' and drugs (21)

Fuck an autograph, nigga, I'm strapped in the club (pow, pow, pow, pow)

I grab my bitch's booty every time that we hug (21)

She got ass shots, but I still fell in love (yeah)

Turn up the knob (21), Holiday, turn up the knob (21)

Street nigga, no job (ya dig), fake rappers get broad (straight up)

Glock .40 with the Gucci jacket (21)

Fuck a diss song, close his casket (21)

Sold crack before I sold a record (I did)

Glenwood, nigga, right at Checker's

Hold up, nigga (21)

I'll pour a four up, nigga (21)

I'll pick your ho up, nigga (21)

I'll beat her throat up, nigga (you dig?)

Sponsored by Pyrex, I'm scrapin' the bowl (skrrt)

Made a quarter million scrapin' the bowl (skrrt)

Bust-down Rollie came out the bowl (skrrt)

VVS' on me, nigga, they cold

[Quavo:]

I pour an eight in a liter (ayy)

We trendin' the web like PETA (we trendin')

I'm an OG like Adidas (OG!)

Two seater, two seater, two seater (skrrt)

I got an iPhone and beeper (brrt)

Look at your ho, she a cheater (look at her)

And you still want to keep her (ew)

I just Michael Jackson, beat her (beat it)

a lot (Music Video Version) lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. J. Cole)

 [21 Savage:]

I love you

Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah

For so many reasons

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah

How much money you got? (Straight up)

How much money you got? (Straight up)

How much money you got? (Straight up)

How much money you got? (A lot)

How much money you got? (A lot)

How many problems you got? (A lot)

How many people done doubted you? (A lot)

Left you out to rot? (A lot)

How many pray that you flop? (A lot)

How many lawyers you got? (A lot)

How many times you got shot? (A lot)

How many niggas you shot? (A lot)

How many times did you ride? (A lot)

How many niggas done died? (A lot)

How many times did you cheat? (A lot)

How many times did you lie? (A lot)

How many times did she leave? (A lot)

How many times did she cry? (A lot)

How many chances she done gave you fuckin around with these thots? (A lot)

Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick

I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich

Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch

But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch

Break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks

My heart so cold I could put it in my cup

Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us

Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really fucked me up

My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast

My brother got life and it turned me to the streets

I been through the storm and it turned me to a G

But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats

How much money you got? (A lot)

How many problems you got? (A lot)

How many people done doubted you? (A lot)

Left you out to rot? (A lot)

How many pray that you flop? (A lot)

How many lawyers you got? (A lot)

How many times you got shot? (A lot)

How many niggas you shot? (A lot)

How many times did you ride? (A lot)

How many niggas done died? (A lot)

How many times did you cheat? (A lot)

How many times did you lie? (A lot)

How many times did she leave? (A lot)

How many times did she cry? (A lot)

How many chances she done gave you?

Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

[J. Cole:]

Break it on down, I break it on down

I break it on down, I break it on down

Yeah, I just came from the A

I drove back home, six-hour drive, six-and-a-half

Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio

He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew

You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that

Question

How many faking they streams? (A lot)

Getting they plays from machines? (A lot)

I can see behind the smoke and mirrors

Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)

I never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True)

Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes (Hmm)

I'm on a money routine

I don't want smoke, I want cream

I don't want no more comparisons

This is a marathon and I'm aware

I been playing a bet from a lack of promotions

I never was one for the bragging and boasting

I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else

Okay, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album

You know what the outcome will be

I'm batting a thousand

It's got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me

Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me

And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got

He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot

Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot

I picture him inside a cell on a cot

'Flectin' on how he made it to the top

Wondering if it was worth it or not

I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot

Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga

Though I never met you, I know that you special

And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga

Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga

I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it

I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship

When they thought that I wasn't gone pan out, I got a plan

They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends

Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it

Before it all ends, nigga

[21 Savage:]

How much money you got? (A lot)

How many problems you got? (A lot)

How many people done doubted you? (A lot)

Left you out to rot? (A lot)

How many pray that you flop? (A lot)

How many lawyers you got? (A lot)

How many times you got shot? (A lot)

How many niggas you shot? (A lot)

How many times did you ride? (A lot)

How many niggas done died? (A lot)

How many times did you cheat? (A lot)

How many times did you lie? (A lot)

How many times did she leave? (A lot)

How many times did she cry? (A lot)

How many chances she done gave you?

Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

Take a dive, put away my pride (Away my pride)

Shoot my shot, DMs, yeah, I slide (Yeah I slide)

She in front, but she used to be my side (Be my side)

We take selfies now, I used to in her live (In her live)

Before the fame, plan B was robbin' banks (Robbin' banks)

Be a married man, right now I just can't (I just can't)

All the love they gave me, knew that it was fake (It was fake)

Mama love me so much, either way I'm straight (Way I'm straight)

I done seen so many handshakes turn to hate (Turn to hate)

Seen so many BFs turn s-n-a-k (Turn a snakes)

Death before dishonor tatted on my face (On my face)

Way I run the check up, should've been with Chase (Been with Chase)

Start at the bottom, the trenches, the gutters, so I had to go little harder (Straight up)

Lights was out, the gas was off, so we had to boil up the water (Straight up)

Been through some things, but I couldn't imagine my kids stuck at the border (Straight up)

Flint still need water (Straight up)

Niggas was innocent, couldn't get lawyers (On God)

How much money you got? (A lot)

How many problems you got? (A lot)

How many people done doubted you? (A lot)

Left you out to rot? (A lot)

How many pray that you flop? (A lot)

How many lawyers you got? (A lot)

How many times you got shot? (A lot)

How many niggas you shot? (A lot)

How many times did you ride? (A lot)

How many niggas done died? (A lot)

How many times did you cheat? (A lot)

How many times did you lie? (A lot)

How many times did she leave? (A lot)

How many times did she cry? (A lot)

How many chances she done gave you?

Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

Break it on down, I break it on down

I break it on down, I break it on down

I break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

I break it on down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down, I br-

Act A Fool lyrics - 21 Savage

 Wheezy Beats

Internet, internet

Fuck the internet, motherfuck the internet

Motherfuck the internet, motherfuck the internet

Motherfuck the internet, motherfuck the-

Motherfuck the internet, Glock gon' leave a nigga wet

Chains on, mega flex

Bitch, I got a mega check

Car go fast, it's a 'Vette

Fuck your checkers, we play chess

Saint Laurent (Yeah), Christian Lou' (Yeah)

Hunnids blue (Yeah), ooh, hunnids blue (Yeah)

Got that bank smell (Yeah), my bunnies new (Yeah)

Your baby boo (Yeah), she wanna ooh (Yeah)

Look at my bank statement (Yeah), through the roof (Yeah)

Pour a deuce (Yeah), buy a coupe (Yeah)

Act a fool (Yeah), act a fool (Yeah)

Act a fool (Yeah), act a fool (Yeah)

Rep that 21 gang, who the fuck is you

The niggas that I'm with don't give a fuck 'bout you

I'm straight up out the Six, nigga, fuck your crew

Them niggas came with you, then they gon' duck with you

Fuck it up, bitch, I got juice (Yeah)

Drank it up, bitch, she a loose (Yeah)

Nigga, we don't eat no noodles (Yeah)

Do a drive-by off a dooly (Yeah)

30-clip hangin' off the Uzi (Yeah)

And I gotta keep that stick (Yeah)

Diamonds drippin' out that Patek (Yeah)

Lookin' like I slit my wrist (Yeah)

Y'all scared shit (Yeah), nigga, talk cheap (Yeah)

Got 100 shooters (Yeah), bitch, we mob deep (Yeah)

Bitch, don't call me if it ain't 'bout money (Yeah)

I'm too busy balling (Yeah), you ain't doing nothing (Yeah)

Saint Laurent (Yeah), Christian Lou' (Yeah)

Hunnids blue (Yeah), ooh, hunnids blue (Yeah)

Got that bank smell (Yeah), my bunnies new (Yeah)

Your baby boo (Yeah), she wanna ooh (Yeah)

Look at my bank statement (Yeah), through the roof (Yeah)

Pour a deuce (Yeah), buy a coupe (Yeah)

Act a fool (Yeah), act a fool (Yeah)

Act a fool (Yeah), act a fool (Yeah)

Air It Out lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Young Nudy)

 Zaytoven

21 Savage

[21 Savage:]

Pull up and air it out (out)

Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out)

Pull up and air it out (21)

Pull up and air it out (out)

Pull up and air it out (pew pew)

Pull up and air it out (pew pew pew pew)

Pull up and air it out (Grr)

Pull up and air it out (Grrrrrra)

Got that .30 on me now (now)

Got that .30 on me now (a what?)

Pull up and air it out (a out)

Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out)

I got the stick on me now (21)

I got the stick on me now (21)

Pull up and air shit out (pew pew)

I pull up and air shit out (pew pew pew pew)

I pull up and air shit out (I do)

I pull up and dick your ho down (I do)

Young Savage, bitch, I got pounds (got pounds)

Young Savage, bitch, I got rounds (got rounds)

Pull up and shoot up your town (your town)

Pew, pew (Grrrt, bah) pew-pew, (Bah) pew, (Bop-bop-bop-bop) frtttttt, fah (Grah, bop)

Slaughter Gang, bitch, we go brazy (go brazy)

PDE, bitch, they go brazy (go brazy)

Drinkin' on lean got me lazy

Glock .40, no .380's

I'm cookin' up dope in this town

You need a new pistol it jammed

I don't fuck around with the Xans

I'm dripping, lil' bitch, I don't dab

Your bitch a lil' freak, ouch (ouch)

I fuck her one time, bounce (Ha-ha, ha, ha)

Still got the choppa 'round my motherfucking shoulder (Bitch)

Still that same nigga, I just got a little older (Bitch)

Pull up and air it out (out)

Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out)

Pull up and air it out (21)

Pull up and air it out (out)

Pull up and air it out (pew pew)

Pull up and air it out (pew pew pew pew)

Pull up and air it out (Grr)

Pull up and air it out (Grrrrrra)

Got that .30 on me now (now)

Got that .30 on me now (a what?)

Pull up and air it out (a out)

Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out)

I got the stick on me now (21)

I got the stick on me now (21)

Pull up and air shit out (pew pew)

I pull up and air shit out (pew pew pew pew)

[Young Nudy:]

I got the stick on me now

Pull up and air that bitch out

Glock 17 on me now

Young nigga shoot up your house

What that shit you talkin' 'bout?

Look how that .30 hang out

Walk through the motherfucking crowd

Pussy nigga, shut your mouth

All of my young niggas killas

PDE, nigga, drug dealers

Nah, we don't fuck with you niggas

Get your ass slaughtered, lil' nigga

I keep them 5th's on my pistols

I keep a hold on my stick

When that bitch click, I don't miss

One to the head and I hit

Bitch land straight in your temple

I told you, "Don't fuck wit' me, nigga"

Shawty be popping them niggas

Shawty be dropping them niggas

Now they called cops on a nigga

'Cause they couldn't stop a lil' nigga

Right at the bottom, lil' nigga

PDE, Slaughter Gang, nigga

[21 Savage:]

Pull up and air it out (out)

Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out)

Pull up and air it out (21)

Pull up and air it out (out)

Pull up and air it out (pew pew)

Pull up and air it out (pew pew pew pew)

Pull up and air it out (Grr)

Pull up and air it out (Grrrrrra)

Got that .30 on me now (now)

Got that .30 on me now (a what?)

Pull up and air it out (a out)

Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out)

I got the stick on me now (21)

I got the stick on me now (21)

Pull up and air shit out (pew pew)

I pull up and air shit out (pew pew pew pew)

All The Smoke lyrics - 21 Savage

 Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah (whoa), yeah (whoa-whoa), yeah

Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa)

Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)

Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)

Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)

W-whoa (whoa), whoa (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (21), yeah (21)

Dropped out of school (21)

Went and bought a tool (Tool)

Got a deuce deuce (What?)

Time to act a fool (Yeah)

Sellin' 2 for 5s (Yeah)

Right on Central Drive (Yeah)

You can ask my mama, I ain't gotta tell no lies (Yeah)

Wanna snort a line (Yeah)

Savage got them lines (Yeah)

Yeah them niggas used to rap but I jumped the line (21)

I listened to your mixtape, that shit was wack (Shit was wack)

Studio time, you need to get your money back (On God)

Back in the day, I let my uncle cook my crack (Cook my crack)

Back in the day, I would have took that nigga's pack

(Took the pack)

Fast forward, still walk 'round with a strap (21, 21)

Gotta keep that pistol on me, that's at all times (All times)

Gotta keep a yoppa on me, I got all kinds (21)

Room full of bad bitches and they all mine (Yeah)

Room full of bad bitches and they all dimes (21)

In a breakdown trap servin' all dimes, yeah

Burglar-bar doors, burglar-bar doors (Yeah, yeah)

Water on the stove, water on the stove (Yeah, yeah)

Watch me whip a O, watch me whip a O (21, 21)

We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke (21, 21)

D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O (Draco, Draco)

Shoot 'em in the face, shoot 'em in the nose (21, 21)

I paid my lawyer dope, he played with his nose (Yeah, yeah)

AR with the scope, nigga, don't get close (whoa, whoa)

Trash bag full of mid-grade (Mid-grade)

I'm cutthroat, nigga, switchblade (Switchblade)

She sucked my dick so long, she caught a lip ache (A lip ache)

New car drop, I'm on the list, wait (Wait list)

I'm on the wait list, 21, and I weight lift (Yeah)

Drop a brick off to you, that's a weight lift (Yeah)

Drop the stick off to you, give you a whole clip (Yeah)

Closed casket, nigga, I'm a bastard (21)

Ask around the 6, nigga we get drastic (Drastic)

Glenwood Road, killin' like Jurassic (Park)

I see dead bodies like I'm on acid (21)

She fuck me good like she tryna get her ass did (Yeah)

Burglar-bar doors, burglar-bar doors (Yeah, yeah)

Water on the stove, water on the stove (Yeah, yeah)

Watch me whip a O, watch me whip a O (21, 21)

We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke (21, 21)

D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O (Draco, Draco)

Shoot 'em in the face, shoot 'em in the nose (21, 21)

I paid my lawyer dope, he played with his nose (Yeah, yeah)

AR with the scope, nigga, don't get close (whoa, whoa)

BETRAYED lyrics - 21 Savage

 (from "Gully" soundtrack)

Metro

I been betrayed before, I done been played before

Givin' 'em all the smoke, givin' 'em all

I done been left in the rain, I ain't have nowhere to go

I feel less of a man, I can't depend on a hoe

They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound

Don't care if it's war or we fuckin' on bitches, I'm holdin' 'em down

If she a hustler, fine and honest, I'm bringin' her 'round

I told her I don't care what she do in the street

Just don't make me look like a clown

Big dawg status, my play money, whole M stacks in the PayPal

Caught a opp' hangin' at a barbecue and fucked around and shot the whole playground

Eastside nigga 'bout gunplay, say the wrong thing, we'll chase y'all

Hit 'em broad-day with a AR, 12 still tryna get the case off

One twenty-five with the backend, still on tour with a MAC-10

Count a couple Ms, I'm clappin', make sure the fans get a fraction

Don't think I'm just rappin' and all these lyrics cappin'

Talkin' out his neck, we right hook, left hook, stomped and slapped him

VVs in my ear, I look like a star

Plain Jane Richard, I coulda bought a car

If she ain't givin' top, we gon' let her starve

Your shooter wrote a statement, so now we call him Sarge'

Hit him with the AK, make him burn carbs

I brought my Thunder to Los Angeles, Paul George

Make a brick, do the woah with a Ford

Got a thot pregnant, woah, hit abort

Niggas know I'm geeked, high on the moon

21, made man, bada boom

Pussyboy, you're lukewarm, not cool

Glock, Ruger, KelTec, rob who?

Your baby momma went to Cali'

She touchin' the city, we gettin' 'em gone

We really tryna catch a body

You just tryna catch a body in a song

I let down my guard, I showed her my heart

She couldn't believe it was chrome

Them pants thirty-five hunnid

Mediocre rappers can't put 'em on

I been betrayed before, I done been played before

Givin' 'em all the smoke, givin' 'em all

I done been left in the rain, I ain't have nowhere to go

I feel less of a man, I can't depend on a hoe

They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound

Don't care if it's war or we fuckin' on bitches, I'm holdin' 'em down

If she a hustler, fine and honest, I'm bringin' her 'round

I told her I don't care what she do in the street

Just don't make me look like a clown

Big Smoke lyrics - 21 Savage

 (Kid Hazel on the beat)

AK, double clip, one in the tip whenever I slide

He exposed his hand talkin' to hoes, we killed two of his guys

I had a load of Reggie, but it was a drought, so niggas gon' buy it

You really feel like I'm pussy? I stay in the street, nigga, come on and try it

Remember them days we were strugglin', hard times, my momma would cry

I got off my ass, I hit me a lick for a hunnid, then wiped her eye

I'm Slaughter Gang, nigga, I slaughter your daughter, you go against me, you gon' die

I'm a God fearin' man but for my brother, I get on that stand and lie

Scrape the pot, wiggle that fork 'til it lock (Wiggle that fork 'til it lock)

Trappin' with no pistol? Get the fuck off of the block (Get the fuck off of the block)

Sleepin' with my MAK-90, I fell in love with the star (I fell in love with the star)

Nigga, I cut my sister off, I catch her talkin' to opps (I catch her talkin' to the opps)

I'll go do a whole elbow 'fore I sit down with the cops ('Fore I sit down with the cops)

My auntie ask for some money but she back to smokin' on rocks (She back to smokin' on rocks)

I don't never have my hand, I don't never raw dawg thots (I don't never raw dawg thots)

They need the coroner, body bag, and a detective when I throw shots

Big smoke, big smoke

I'm givin' out big smoke, big smoke

Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke

Ain't no runnin' from this big smoke, big smoke

Bullets rainin' on 'em

Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you tellin' on?

Desert Eagle, big holes, and they comin' for him

Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California

Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed

Lamborghini, Perc', chinchilla fur

Ice on brr, drank got me slurred

But this Honda curve, cost a half a bird

Say you from the street, nigga, who you serve?

21 Bandit, strip you out your panties

Glock, it don't jammin'

Keep a Nick Cannon

I don't pop Xannies

Draco turnt up

He ridin' dick, fanny

Tryna get a candid

Love left me damaged, can't trust my own family

On a home invasion, this nigga froze, panicked

That .44 came in handy, I shot up out the jammy

They took him to the station, I think he finna stand me

I'm known to get some straightenin' 'bout all my smoke, nigga ('Bout all my smoke, nigga)

Clutchin' and Cali Red, smokin' on a Port, nigga (Smokin' on a Port, nigga)

I done sold mid and gas, I probably served your folks, nigga (I probably served your folks, nigga)

I used to sell dry wall when I ain't have dope, nigga (When I ain't have dope, nigga)

Gamblin' in the hallway, posted on Parkway

He was talkin' that rah-rah shit, he got hit broad day

I ain't tryna fist fight none of you niggas, straight to the gunplay

I got engaged to the streets, dawg, the six my fiancé

This Saint Laurent ain't even came out yet, it's still on the runway

I told my opps this shit 4L, they gonna die one day

Better take your ass inside the house, and do what your mom say

You fuckin' with the wrong photographer, you gon' be on the front page

Big smoke, big smoke

I'm givin' out big smoke, big smoke

Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke

Ain't no runnin' from this big smoke, big smoke

Bullets rainin' on 'em

Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you tellin' on?

Desert Eagle, big holes, and they comin' for him

Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California

Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed

Brains lyrics - 21 Savage

 Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

The streets cold-hearted, ain't no feelin' there (21)

Maulin' out back, yeah, they killin' there (On God)

I'm a rapper now, but I was dealin' there (Skraight up)

I know you wanna be served by a millionaire (Skraight up)

Still would get you hit if I was a billionaire (On God)

Pull up to the Gucci store to chill in there (On God)

Spent so much, they let me bring my stick in there (Skraight up)

They hide their nannies just for when my children there (Skraight up)

Legend status, dog, I'm a goat (21)

AK sink you like Titanic, the banana boat (21)

I could spend ten million, still wouldn't be broke (21)

Said she wanna fuck again, let her hit my bro (Skraight up)

Actin' like she didn't do it, she must think I'm slow (21)

Way to player, I don't got time to chase no ho (Skraight up, skraight up)

Bust down, skeleton, AP, white gold, ain't no rose (On God, on God)

Last nigga try to go against this shit got hit in the nose (Skraight up, skraight up)

Last nigga try to go against this shit got pita rolled (21)

I ain't lookin' for no handout, nigga, I don't need a loan (21)

You a little female, dog, I know you need a bone (21)

She keep calling' me, tellin' me, "Bring my pita home" (21)

Brand new 'Rari, brand new Lambo, Aventador (Skraight up, skraight up)

Kill his partner, fuck his bitch, feelin' sore (Skraight up, skraight up)

Put my whip in sport so I could feel it more (Skraight up, skraight up)

Pop a Percocet so I can drill it more (On God, on God)

All my cars expensive, girls say I'm handsome (21)

I don't take her shoppin' (Yeah), she gon' throw a tantrum (Yeah)

Ass shots on a Phantom (Yeah), ass shots on my denim (Yeah)

Money can't even fit 'em (Yeah), all the models dig 'em (Yeah)

Migo plugs I hit 'em (Yeah), he a plate, we bit 'em (Yeah)

Slaughter Gang gon' get 'em (Yeah), 4L gang, gon' get 'em (21)

Me and my chopper got history (21)

Ak-47 blow a kiss for me (Skraight up)

You ain't from the 6, then you a lick to me (Lil' bitch)

Please don't come around ridin' dick to me (Lil' bitch)

Most of these rappers really a bitch to me (On God)

Actin' like they grew up hittin' licks with me (Skraight up)

If you ain't gang, you ain't shit to me (Facts)

I feel like the top is where I'm meant to be (I do)

Pillow talkin', that's just like a snitch to me (Lil' bitch)

Get some food at Cheetah and your bitch with me (Straight up)

Niggas goin' broke tryna stick with me (Ha)

Your pockets tellin' you you puttin' a dent in me (Ha)

I got all my chains on, I got all my chains (21)

I got all my chains on, I got all my chains (21)

I got all my rings on, I got all my rings (Skraight up)

I got all my rings on, I got all my rings (On God)

I done blowed the brains off, I done blowed the brains (On God)

I done blowed the brains off, I done blowed the brains (Skraight up)

Diamonds made a rain storm, I done made it rain (Skraight up)

I got all my chains on, I got all my chains (Skraight up)

Call Me Revenge lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. d4vd)

 (from "Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3" soundtrack)

[d4vd:]

Call me revenge

Cold as the ice in my veins

Fear is the sound of my name

I'm here to collect to all your sins, I'm goin' in

Call me revenge

[21 Savage:]

I'm with the squad forever (Yeah)

When it comes to winnin', we better (On God)

The team loyal to me (21)

Through it all, we stand together (21)

If he fall, better pick him up (Fast)

Go down, better get back up (Straight Up)

Big Glock and I got mine tucked (On God)

But they know they ain't fuckin' with us (21)

No matter what, I'm with 'em (21)

He with them, we get 'em (21)

I'm a dawg but they can't sit 'em (Facts)

I ain't playin' no middle (Pussy)

Chopper bullets hit 'em (Pussy)

And his bones was brittle (Pussy)

I'm stuck on this field (21)

I been here since little (On God)

Talkin' 'bout smoke, I'm the G.O.A.T. (Yeah)

Never take me for no joke (Yeah)

Niggas ain't able to cope (Yeah)

You follow wherever they go (21)

Hang 'em, we givin' 'em rope (21)

Slaughter Gang, you can get poked (21)

We the ones uppin' the score (Facts)

[d4vd:]

Call me revenge

Cold as the ice in my veins

Fear is the sound of my name

I'm here to collect to all your sins, I'm goin' in

Call me revenge

Cold as the ice in my veins

Fear is the sound of my name

I'm here to collect to all your sins, I'm goin' in

Call me revenge

[21 Savage:]

I get my revenge (On God)

Jump in cars and spin (21)

Keep my enemies closer (Yeah)

Than I keep my friends (Yeah)

Gotta get my payback (21)

Been on that since way back (Pussy)

Mean mug, get sprayed at (Pussy)

G Block, don't play that (21)

Kick up all the smoke (Yeah)

Put 'em on the ropes (On God)

They be makin' tweets (Facts)

We be at they throats (Facts)

Creepin' through your bushes (21)

Lookin' through this scope (Pew)

Movin' like assail' (Pew)

I might jump off the boat (On God)

I'ma get my lick back (21)

I'll wait for years (21)

You gon' shed blood if you make me shed tears (On God)

And I keep a rifle (Straight up)

Like I'm huntin' deer (Straight up, straight up)

Serve revenge cold

Now we sayin', "Cheers"

[d4vd:]

Call me revenge

Cold as the ice in my veins

Fear is the sound of my name

I'm here to collect to all your sins, I'm goin' in

Call me revenge

Cold as the ice in my veins

Fear is the sound of my name

I'm here to collect to all your sins, I'm goin' in

Call me revenge

Call me revenge

Call me revenge

Cocky lyrics - A$AP Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage

 (from "Uncle Drew" soundtrack)

[Gucci Mane, 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky:]

Huh?

We got London On Da Track

(It's Guwop)

Uh

It's Gucci

21, 21

Uh

[Gucci Mane & 21 Savage:]

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky

[21 Savage & A$AP Rocky:]

I got so many M's in my bank account, I can't even count 'em

Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can't even mount 'em

Too many zeros with Versace pillows in my Phantoms

Too many bad bitches, I don't cuff 'em, I just hand them (21)

Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don't got time to lay up

Met my accountant at Ruth's Chris, she told me that I'm way up (21)

I already back for seconds, I ain't even clean my plate up

Ran me up a hunned M's and then I put my bay up (21)

Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal

I ain't take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)

All my diamonds carats, them lil' pointers be too lil'

Glaciers in my ear, I need a cup, they 'bout to spill (Uh)

[Gucci Mane:]

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky

[A$AP Rocky:]

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I feel like I'm Rocky

Huh?

How you gon' play D? Can't even take D

Too many fake me's

Way too many fake daps, way too many fake '$APs

And I put it on me and I want another ring

Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve 'em like the other team (Skrrt)

You can still hear the sneaks (Woo, swoosh)

Ballin' in some Dungarees

Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?

For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league

Heard you the nigga overseas, but that's only overseas

I'm the one who oversees shit, "Oh man, it's him again"

I'm up in the rim, Gatorade and M&M's

Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands

My girlfriend got a little friend

All the way on the other end

'Cause she don't deal with the middle man

Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes

Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)

[Gucci Mane:]

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky

Too fuckin' cocky, baby , I'm too fuckin' cocky

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky (Yeah)

[A$AP Rocky:]

Just pass me the rock and watch him go

Just run me the play and let me know

With a broken leg, I let it go (Leggo, leggo, leggo)

I ain't gotta say it 'cause they know (Woo)

[Gucci Mane:]

Gucci is materialistic, he's too fuckin' flashy

He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray

So, so deaf to these suckers, I'm like JD in '03

My ho said that I'm too cocky, I don't play nothin' but me

These girls got nothing to show you, I'll give you something to see

These dudes keep comin' up short like they a pair of capris

Don't group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin' me

Them dudes ain't got nothin' on me, I got a money disease

I'm too cold for these suckers, they ain't got more money than me

I wear my mink in the summer when it's a hundred and three (Burr)

I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me

I know that bitch want to fuck me, but she's too tiny for me

It's my way or the highway, you either like or leave

This Rollie cost us the G's, a couple bricks on my sleeve (Yeah)

When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme

A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine

It's Wop

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky (It's Gucci)

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky (Wizop)

Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky (Damn)

We got London On Da Track

Don't Come Out The House lyrics - Metro Boomin (feat. 21 Savage)

 [21 Savage:]

Bang outside, I hang outside

Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside

Bang outside, I hang outside

Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside

Bang outside, hang outside

Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside

Bang outside, hang outside

Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside

13, got my first stripe, first stripe

Glenwood road, where they shiest, nigga

Slaughter Gang so I keep a knife, nigga

We was broke so all we ate was rice, nigga

Paid the J's to cut on my mama's lights, nigga

Come get your bitch, she tryna spend the night, nigga (Straight up)

You a bitch, that make her a dyke, nigga (Pussy)

All these bodies, I can't sleep at night, nigga

Y'all must thought that I was gon' whisper the whole time (21)

I ran out of weed, I sent your bitch out of town (On God)

Gave her fifteen hundred and she came back with pounds (Straight up)

Rappers think they it, but they really just clowns (On God)

Gucci store, a hundred thou', that's just in a day (On God)

Always cheatin', I'm a dog, think I need a cage (On God)

Savage loaded, chips and dip, I'm not talkin' 'bout Lays (21)

Throwback Rafs, call 'em retros, I'm not talkin' 'bout J's (21)

First name 21, last name Hefner, I got too many freaks (21)

Levi jeans, low self-esteem, he on BlackPeopleMeet (21)

Look like Maya, she's on fire, who got the keys to my Jeep? (Straight up)

Who want smoke 'cause I want smoke, I had a wet dream about beef (21)

Bang outside, hang outside

Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside

Bang outside, I hang outside

Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside

Kids see my car, they get to playin' Bingo (Skrrt skrrt)

Off-brand rappers stealin' all the lingo (I did that first)

Thirty on my hip, the label want a singles (On God)

I green light hits, I don't make jingles (Straight up)

Shut your damn mouth 'fore you drop, nigga (Drop nigga)

Last nigga dissed me dropped, nigga (Straight up)

I want smoke nigga, all nigga (On God)

Savage kill all of his opps nigga (21)

Smoke the mall last week, ball nigga (21)

Slaughter Gang, yeah we brawl nigga (Straight up)

4L Gang, lot of shots nigga

Savage kill all of his opps nigga (Pussy)

If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up