Famous lyrics - 21 Savage
Rags to riches, nigga came from the bottom
Hood rats, now a nigga fuckin' on models
Ridin' in the foreign, remember ridin' on MARTA
Grind got harder and my mind got smarter
I was gettin' bags for the cheap
When I ain't had money, I was robbin', nigga
I was gettin' bags for the free
21 Gang, they were right beside me
And they still with me, nigga, I'm on TV
Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em
I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I'm too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover
Niggas tryna clone a nigga's shit, damn, woah
Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo
Niggas want a handout, shit, mine broke
I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit
Can't change on my gang, niggas still here
Kinda hard to change my ways 'cause the shit real
Niggas rappin' 'bout shit they ain't even lived
Niggas lyin', I can hear it in their ad-libs
I'm poppin' Percocets, bitch, not Advil
It's kinda fucked up what they did to Black, damn
If I catch him in the trap, I'ma whack him
I catch that boy in traffic, nigga, I'ma whack him
Nigga, try to keep up with this fashion
Makin' sure my kids happy
They dependent on their daddy
Tryin' not to let the streets distract me
I know it's bumps in the road like acne
Had to sell dope, I couldn't be an athlete
I'm a solid young nigga, you can ask C
The internet ain't gon' help you understand me
I'm a street nigga, yeah I'm famous
I'm a rapper, nigga, and I'm gangbangin'
Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin'?
Everybody get it with your nigga flamin'
All these chains on a nigga like I'm stranglin'
Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain't bangin'
In the hood everyday, I'm hangin'
And I come through when the gang need
And I wear shades so they can't see
And I pay them lawyers and the bond fees
Nigga one thousand, I'm beyond G
I put my main bitch inside Givenchy
Niggas still askin', "Can you front me?"
My old ho sayin', "Boy you growed up"
Promethazine, it got a nigga slowed up
Too solid, pussy niggas can't disclose us
Went and seen Eliantte, and he froze us
I'm too street to walk around with my nose up
Especially to the niggas knew me 'fore I blowed up
Savage Mode drop, now my price'll go up
Streets cold, nigga, they ain't showin' no love
Niggas get in front of judge and they fold up
Face shot, hit that boy with the whole dub
I'm a street nigga, yeah I'm famous
I'm a rapper, nigga, and I'm gangbangin'
Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin'?
Everybody get it with your nigga flamin'
All these chains on a nigga like I'm stranglin'
Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain't bangin'
In the hood everyday, I'm hangin'
Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em
I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I'm too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover
Bank Account lyrics - 21 Savage
Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, ow, ow
Wow, wow, wow, ah, ow, ow, ow
I buy a new car for the bitch (For real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (For real)
You can't even talk to the bitch (No)
She fucking with bosses and shit (On God)
I pull up in 'Rari's and shit (Skrrr)
With choppers and Harley's and shit (For real)
I be Gucci'd down (Gucci)
You wearing Lacoste and shit (Bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh (Yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh (In jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh (On God)
Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy (Bling)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (Fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (Yeah)
Bitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes (Bitch)
I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (Nah)
The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard (Wild)
I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (Skrrr)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Yeah, dawg, huh—yeah—, nah for real, dawg (21)
Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dawg (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dawg (Wet)
Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dawg (Wet)
Killed dog, I'm a real dawg—21—, you a lil' dawg (21)
Bill dog, want a bil', dog, chasing mil's, dawg (Yeah)
Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dawg (Wet)
Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill', dawg (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dawg (Fast)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ruler clip—umm—, sent a ruler hit
Pull up on yo' bitch, she say that I got a ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit
Glock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hit
Yeah, yo' bitch, she get jiggy with me, keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me
'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes
I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action
The streets raised me, I'm a whole bastard
Close My Eyes lyrics - 21 Savage
Lot of shots (Yeah, yeah)
Lot of shots (Lot of shots)
30s on Glocks (Hollow tips)
30 shots (How I came)
Lot of shots (How I came)
Lot of shots (Four, five)
30s on Glocks (TEC-9)
Lot of shots (Yeah, yeah)
30s on Glocks (Lot of, what?)
Put you on Fox (Hold up, what?)
Nigga we ain't goin' (Fox 5)
Lot of shots (Breaking news)
30s on Glocks (Red shirts)
30s on Glocks
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Lot of shots, hold up
30s on Glocks, hold up
Put you on Fox, hold up
Put 'em in a casket, yeah
Pull up on a Banshee, yeah
Nigga, fuck your handshake, yeah
Feel like I'm the last real rapper 'cause these niggas weird
Nah, these niggas queers
Sippin' Act, Cheers
In my own lane, nigga, watch where you steer
Think I got 'em scared, shot 'em in the beard
That's a chin check, I'm certified everywhere
Man, I'm certified for real, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Used to record right on deal, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Pillow talking get you killed, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Bronx niggas say I'm ill nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Bought a pawn shop for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Keep my gun cocked for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Nigga, we bond drop for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Cut your lawns off for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm way too high, dawg
I can't get no sleep, I swear I'm way too high, dawg
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg
Peel a hotbox when it's time to ride, dawg
If you froze up last time, then you can't ride, dawg
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg
Molly make ya' jaws lock
Nah, for real, dawg
This bitch done got me pissed off
Need a pill, dawg
Tryna make a brick lock, whip your wrist, dawg
Tryna make a brick lock, whip your wrist, dawg
I bought a 9 and he front a 9, that's a half a brick
Got a 'Rari nigga in the back still in the 6
We was young, you was on the swing, I was playin' with sticks
In the trap, listenin' for the brakes on a Crown Vic
Hear the motherfucker squeak, we gon' hit the cut
Trickin' niggas in the spot, we gon' stick 'em up
Fox Five gang, coroner gon' pick 'em up
Breaking news gang, nigga, put your trigger finger up
Yeah, all my niggas throwed off
Drive by, shoot your doors off
Turn your four-door to a coupe, nigga
Yeah, knock the noodles out your soup, nigga
Yeah, Zone 6 niggas love to shoot niggas
Yeah, you heard 'bout it
Nigga, we ain't worried 'bout ya
Hang around real shottas, hang around real robbers
Y'all nigga real killers, pullin' up real yoppas
I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm way too high, dawg
I can't get no sleep, I swear I'm way too high, dawg
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg
Peel a hotbox when it's time to ride, dawg
If you froze up last time, then you can't ride, dawg
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg
Go against the gang, that's like suicide, dawg (Yeah)
Go against the gang, that's like suicide, dawg (21)
Walk-ups only, we don't shoot and drive, dawg
We woke the neighbors up, at first the street was quiet, dawg
Have you ever did a real homicide, nigga?
Have you ever made a nigga mama cry, nigga?
Do or die nigga gotta do or die, nigga (21)
If you ain't the one doing it, you gon' die, nigga (21)
Sometimes I look at God and I wonder, "Why?," nigga
Why my niggas had to be the ones that died, nigga? (Why?)
They killed one, we gon' kill five, nigga (Facts)
Winter time, we gon' set your block on fire, nigga (On God)
Yeah, yeah, like the 4th July, nigga (21)
Broad day, lettin' them bullets fly, nigga (Pow-pow-pow-pow)
Pull up with a stick like I'm Sah, nigga
Gang gang, dare a nigga to try it, nigga
I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm way too high, dog
I can't get no sleep, I swear I'm way too high, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
Peel a hotbox when it's time to ride, dog
If you froze up last time, then you can't ride, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
Bad Business lyrics - 21 Savage
Yeah lil bitch, yeah
Know what goin' on lil bitch, yeah
Big dawg lil bitch
Yeah come suck a big dick, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah
Ow, wow, wow, wow
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Hellcat speed racin' (speed racin')
Suck it 'til your knees achin' (knees achin')
Bitch, I ain't got no patience (no patience)
I'm finna take a baecation (a baecation)
Saint Laurent jacket, thirty-five dawg (yeah)
Cartier shades, twenty-five dawg (yeah)
You ready to tell, I can see it in your eyes dawg (yeah)
I ain't got no license, but I still drive, dawg (Yeah)
Two hundred on the dash, real fast, yeah (21, 21)
Project bitch, real ass, yeah (real ass)
On that Glenwood I made a lot of cash, yeah (real cash)
At the bottom, up in Hollow sellin' bags, yeah (real bags)
You niggas got me fucked up, you got me twisted (yeah)
I pull it out the boxers and then she lick it (yeah)
I'm smoking on some moonrock, this shit is sticky (yeah)
There go the state troopers, I'm finna hit it (skrt)
Do the dash in it (21), throw some cash in it (yeah)
Let me smash in it (yeah), I'll smash in it (yeah)
Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (yeah)
Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (yeah)
Bitch I'm bad business (21), bitch I'm bad business (woah)
Bitch I'm bad business (woah), bitch I'm bad business (woah, woah)
Bitch I'm bad business (woah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah)
Bitch I'm bad business (yeah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah)
Niggas talk (21)
Hoes talk (lil bitch)
Thirty on the Glock, let the poles talk (21, 21)
Party on the yacht, brought the hoes out (21, 21)
All my niggas on the yacht y'all so not (yeah)
I'm in the Hellcat doin' donuts (yeah)
Your baby mama sleepin' on the blow-up (blow-up)
Mad Max, nigga what the bloodclaat (the bloodclaat)
Four-five leave you with a blood clot (a blood clot)
Savage 'round killers nigga, oh shit (oh shit)
Percocets and lean, that's my dosage (facts)
I heard you got them bags, get your door kicked (smash)
Four four two with the floor shift (rah)
Do the dash in it (yeah), throw some cash in it (yeah)
Let me smash in it (woah), I'll smash in it (I'll smash)
Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (my mans)
Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (xans)
Bitch I'm bad business (yeah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah)
Bitch I'm bad business (yeah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah)
Bitch I'm bad business (yeah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah)
Bitch I'm bad business (yeah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah)
Alright
Baby Girl lyrics - 21 Savage
Yeah, whole pointers 'round my muhfuckin' neck, nigga
Yeah, six karats in my ears, nigga
Yeah, I look like a blizzard, lil nigga
Yeah, too many chains, bitch, you can't change
Yeah, treat these hoes like I ain't got home training
Yeah, tennis chains, too many karats
Yeah, VVS nigga, real clarity
Yeah, I'm a gangster, you a bitch, clearly
Yeah, can't let a broke bitch get near me
Yeah, and the bank cash my check barely
Yeah, Saint Laurent got your bitch staring
Goyard bag, I'm on some other shit, bitch boy
Fire at us and get your pussy ass hit, boy
You dropped outta school to jump out with that stick, boy
All you niggas get capped, I'm the real McCoy
Yeah, smoking cookie, nigga, Chips Ahoy
Yeah, had to block her number 'cause the bitch annoying
No more hot boxes, nigga, all my shit foreign
Red, red, pee in the bed, got a nigga snoring
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin', I ain't stayin', baby girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl
Stab a nigga up, this that Shawshank Redemption
Bitch, I send hits, I don't walk 'round with tension
Got a island girl and she come from St. Vincent
Pull up with the chopper, nigga stuttering and flinching
Bitch, I'm John Gotti, I be running like henchmen
Bitch, you better be a pro
'Cause you ain't finna learn how to suck on this dick
Bitch, I'mma buy me a K, extended clip on the bottom of this shit
Bitch, my 833's and 204, they makin' me biscuits
Hoe, I'm really rich, don't know what a bitch thought
VVS bitch, they doin' a crip walk
Niggas act like JJ, you might as well hit chalk
My GD partners throwin' up the pitchfork
Put it in a bowl and whip it 'til it get hard
I don't smoke weed 'cause it make me shh-noid
I pull up with the stick and let this bitch spark
Swear I would've shot that cracker if I was Rosa Parks
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin', I ain't stayin', baby girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
21
Thug Life lyrics - 21 Savage
Scrape the corner, buy a Rover
Crack inside my grandma's sofa
Sunday, family coming over
Move the crack behind the toaster
Carry pistols with no holsters
Trying not to be a poster
You was listening to your coaches
I was listening to the vultures
And I slept with rats and roaches
That's why I don't smoke no roaches
Niggas tryna knock my focus
Wonder why I'm sippin' potion
We happy, dog but we ain't joking
Big bullets, we ain't poking
In that pussy, slow motion
Nigga, ain't none of my songs wrote
I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should'a trust you
Hoe stab a nigga in the back like the streets do
Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming "fuck you", they want to eat you
My son got asthma, grandma having spasms
Fuck the chatter, he gon' tattle, put 'em on the platter
Snakes plotting on my downfall I can hear 'em rattle
(That fuck nigga gone flop man
21 ain't even no real nigga, fuck that nigga)
We sticking to the G code, nigga we ain't beefin' over freak ho's
I hit her on the D low, yeah she like my steelo
That nigga think that he a bully, do him like Craig did Deebo
30-round hangin' out the big Glock
Nigga, no six shots, shootin' 'til the clip stops
You a lil' kid and I'm a big dog
Nigga, when we pullin' up the sticks out
Too much money got 'em pissed off
Nigga, I'ma pull up at yo bitch house
Fuck a niggas bitch to get a kick out it
Nigga pop percs, 'gone get a kick out it
Drinking on syrup with my dick out
Glock-17 with the dick out
I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should've trusted you
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
All my tint presidential, like I'm Trump, dawg
Secret service shooters, leave 'em niggas slumped, dawg
Denzel, I get surgical with this pump, dawg
Busting down, breaking down, then I put it in a blunt, dawg
Made man stamped, I got "21" stamped
In my face, teetee and taytay in the same count
I was down, bad and now I'm shining like a lamp
You put a ring on her, she ain't nothing but a tramp
They kicked me outta middle school and sent me to the house
We 'bout that gunplay, nigga, motherfuck 'yo count
19, I bought a Cutlass, four 12's and an amp
Beating down Glenwood, nigga, feeling like a champ
Nigga, we ain't takin' no deals
Lil nigga we ain't snitchin', we ain't making no sound
Used to jump niggas, now we jumping in a crowd
Used to make my mama cry, but now I make her proud
I remember rainy days but now she like the sound
I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should've trusted you
Hoe stab a nigga in the back like the streets do
Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming "Fuck you, they want to eat you"
FaceTime lyrics - 21 Savage
Mustard On The Beat, hoe
Henny in my system, I'm gone (I'm gone)
Speedin' on the E way, all gone (gone)
Girl you put up with that nigga? You strong (you strong)
Ain't no need to play games, I'm grown (I'm grown)
Out there cheating, man, it turn ya heart cold (heart cold)
She don't wanna hear the lies this old (this old)
Takin' shots even when it's too strong (too strong)
Fuck a nigga, lick her, make her moan (her moan)
Gotta get up in the mornin', she grown (she grown)
I be drankin', I be drivin', I'm wrong (I'm wrong)
Had a long day at work and I know (I Know)
I can't text my girl, I'm on my way home (way home)
I'm too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime)
I won't waste your time if you don't waste mine (don't waste mine)
Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon' taste mine (taste mine)
I won't take your love for granted if you don't take mine (take mine)
We can get drunk all weekend
Let's get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let's get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let's get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let's get drunk all weekend, yeah
I take her shoppin', that's easy (that's easy)
Fuck the summer, girl I ball all season (all season)
She don't want me to think that she easy (she easy)
But she ain't tryna make it seem like she teasin' (she teasin')
We just chillin' at the bar and she cheesin' (she cheesin')
Buy a hundred shots for no reason (reason)
Man, I'm tryna take you home this evening (this evening)
Brown liquor got her panties leakin' (leakin')
That nigga stealin' pussy, he thiefin' (he thiefin')
OG Kush, I'm chiefin' (I'm chiefin')
Let me swim inside your pool, yeah, the deep end (deep end)
And we can get drunk all weekend (weekend)
I'm too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime)
I won't waste your time if you don't waste mine (don't waste mine)
Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon' taste mine (taste mine)
I won't take your love for granted if you don't take mine (take mine)
I'm too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime)
I won't waste your time if you don't waste mine (don't waste mine)
Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon' taste mine (taste mine)
I won't take your love for granted if you don't take mine (take mine)
We can get drunk all weekend
Let's get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let's get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let's get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let's get drunk all weekend, yeah
I'm too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime)
I won't waste your time if you don't waste mine (don't waste mine)
Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon' taste mine (taste mine)
I won't take your love for granted if you don't take mine (take mine)
Nothin New lyrics - 21 Savage
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
Damn, damn, damn, damn
21, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Zaytoven
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They thought I only rapped about murder and pistols (21)
I'm tryna feed my family, I ain't being political (Fuck)
You ain't givin' out money, then they look at you pitiful (On God)
You make a couple million, niggas greedy, they envy you (Damn)
Ayy, fuck that other side, we gon' shoot up your Sprinter (Fuck)
I used to sell that crack and spray that MAC out that rental (Facts)
Niggas run and hide when we roll down the window
Got a extendo and a hoodie, he can't wait 'til December
Got a extendo and a hoodie, he gon' shoot you on camera (21)
Lost his faith in Jesus Christ, he prayin' to a bandana
Police gunned his brother down, this shit too hard to handle (Fuck)
Loadin' up his chopper (Loadin'), he gon' show 'em black lives matter (21, 21, 21)
Another nigga made the news, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)
He done dropped outta school, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)
He done got his first tool, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)
Mama on that dog food, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)
He smokin' weed and he changin', it ain't nothin' new (On God)
All his friends gang-bangin', it ain't nothin' new (On God)
Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue (They all blue)
Another nigga from the hood tryna ball, too (Ball for real)
Shit gettin' outrageous (On God)
Treat us like slaves then they lock us up in cages (21)
Young, black, poor, ain't had a father since a baby
Why you think we skip school and hang out on the pavement? (Why?)
Why you think we ridin' 'round with choppers off safety? (Why?)
Streets cutthroat, nigga, so I'm cutthroat (Cutthroat)
I used to sell dope, nigga, now I can't vote (Vote)
Poppin' Percocets to kill the pain, I can't cope (God)
Anger in my genes, they used to hang us up with ropes (21)
Civil rights came so they flood the hood with coke (Real)
Breakin' down my people, tryna kill our faith and hope (Hope)
They killed Martin Luther King and all he did was spoke (21)
Welcome to the hood, yeah, where niggas dyin' at (Dyin')
Same place where the best chicken gettin' fried at (Uh)
Same place where the police killin', tellin' lies at (Uh)
It ain't just the babies, man, I swear their mamas cryin' now (21)
Another nigga made the news, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)
He done dropped outta school, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)
He done got his first tool, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)
Mama on that dog food, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)
He smokin' weed and he changin', it ain't nothin' new (On God)
All his friends gang bangin', it ain't nothin' new (On God)
Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue (They all blue)
Another nigga from the hood tryna ball too (Ball for real)
Numb lyrics - 21 Savage
Grind hard, nigga, grind hard, I done grind hard
Late nights playin' b-ball with a decoy
I was on the corner with the robbers and the d-boys
Now I'm on the charts, man, this shit is unbelievable
Mama, it's a lot of secrets that I had to keep from you
Got in so much trouble, thought the teachers had beef with you
And it paid off 'cause we livin' like the Greeks and Jews
Used to leave your stove runnin', stove runnin' (21, 21)
Now it's Louis rags when my nose runnin'
Got it out the mud, I don't owe nothin'
You pussy ass niggas, I ain't on nothin'
Wanna see me fucked up 'cause they poor hustlin'
The same niggas with me back when I was head itchin'
Man I'm having nightmares that the feds listenin'
You fake gangstas pump fakin' and they scared snitchin'
The coupe fast and it's fucking up the dash digits
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
It's a bag on his head, I'ma pick it up
It was money in the house, I used to stick it up
Got your main bitch chillin', splashin', tryna lick it up
Dick ridin', niggas always tryna flick it up
I ain't tryna take no pictures, bitch I'm rollin' Swishers
I count my back end then I jump out with that pistol
If you ain't suckin' dick you get a early dismissal
We got your wifey at the spot, she tryna lick a pickle
I just went and bought a Lamb and it cost a nickel
And I came from the bottom and it feel good
And I went platinum, still in the hood
And I take the gang with me everywhere I go
Why these niggas hatin' on me? Man I don't know
Ain't a place in the world that I can't go
And I got a hundred racks inside a Go-Go
And I get a hundred racks for a show, show
Wanna give a bitch my heart but I can't though
I can't fall in love with a stank ho
Lil' bitch I fell in love with the bank ho
And you know I love that good drank, ho
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money and I ride 'round with that Tommy
And I put it in her stomach and I made that lil' bitch ride me
You're my old school runner, you're my old school runner
But my new school runnin', it costs more than a hundred
You lil' niggas so bummy (21)
Make a diss song, they gon' wrap you like a mummy
My young niggas geekin' on boot like zombies
They hungry, up it on you then they tell you, "Run it"
I stole cars, drove them like go-karts (facts)
Niggas actin' like bitches, they got both parts (cat)
And I came from the gutter, I don't got no heart
And I'm straight up out the gutter, I don't got no heart
Nigga when they killed my brother, I had to go hard
Put that chopper in his face and then I Bogart
Niggas tryna cross me, I don't understand it
I'm just tryna take care of the family
And I'm sippin' Codeine, not Brandy (21)
And I'm sippin' Codeine, I'm an addict
You go to jail, can't depend on a bad bitch
She fucked and sucked him tryna keep up with the fashion
And I'm really, really rich and I ain't braggin'
Sometimes I really can't believe this shit happened
Who woulda thought I'd make it rappin'?
I almost lost my life when I was trappin'
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Dead People lyrics - 21 Savage
I'ma handle business
S600 big body and it's tinted, just to handle business
Percocets they got me in my feelings
I drive that Range Rover like it's rented
Hit 'em in the face, 'fore you turn state
Gotta beat the case, we gon' fuck your bae
We gon' beat her face
Walked out of Wells Fargo and ran to Chase
Hopped out a Bentley truck and jumped inside the Wraith
Young Savage, I was trappin' on the back street
All in traffic with that ratchet on the backseat
From the gutter, fake models don't attract me
Got a project bitch, she love to get nasty
I been drinkin' syrup seein' demons
Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin'
Right pocket full of dead people
I been hangin' with the dead people
I been hangin' with the dead people
I been hangin' with the dead people
All my pockets full of dead people
I done fell in love with dead people
Bitch you gettin' comfortable, I don't need you
You come around the gang, we might G you
She say don't nobody fuck her like we do
You know I share everything with my people
My jewelry twinkle twinkle
Doin' donuts in the foreign while it sprinkles
You keep callin', I'm ignoring, bitch I'm single
You keep callin', bitch I'm single like a pringle
You know I'm fly like G4
Bitch you riding in a Pinto
Bitch you know your nigga lame like the Winslows
I'm 21 but you know PDE my kinfolk
I been drinkin' syrup seein' demons
Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin'
Right pocket full of dead people
I been hangin' with the dead people
I been hangin' with the dead people
I been hangin' with the dead people
All my pockets full of dead people
I done fell in love with dead people
Money Convo lyrics - 21 Savage
Peon ass niggas (Whoa)
Levis and Adidas ass niggas (Ha, ha, ha)
Hi-Point having ass niggas (What)
I got a Glock and it don't jam my blast niggas (Facts)
You a lovey dovey buy a ring nigga (What)
I'm the type to pass her to the team, nigga
You went and bought that bitch Céline, nigga? (21)
Now she fuckin' me, I know you wanna kill her (Ha, ha)
And I sold dope on my 10 toes
We ain't fallin' out over freak hoes (On god)
21 Savage still in savage mode (On god)
I thought I told you I'm a savage on these hoes (On god)
Maybach with the curtains up (21)
I'm with Nudy, he gon' burn you up (Slime)
Fake gangbangin', nigga turned into a snitch (Huh)
Went against that 21, I left him in a ditch
Pull up
We like gas, we like gas, gas, gas (Gas)
Hol' up
We like cash, we like cash, cash, cash (Cash)
Hol' up
Wanna fuck me, I'm like yas, yas, yas (Yas)
Hol' up
VVS' drippin', dance, dance, dance (21)
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I'm still humble (21)
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble (21)
AK-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble (Sting)
Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin' meat, gumbo
Money talk, yeah, nigga, cash talk, yeah, nigga (21)
Ridin' 'round with that yappa tryna duck the feds, nigga (21)
Oh you drinkin' green? Nope, only drink that red, nigga (Red)
Only fuck the bad hoes, buy my cars with cash, ho
Niggas know I blast off, pull up with the mask off
Air it out like aerosol, I robbed Peter and Paul
Bought a 488, finna act an asshole
I've been gettin' so much money, they think I sold my damn soul
You a fake gangsta, you ain't ever shot nobody
I don't wanna hear them stories 'bout them fake bodies (21)
Young Savage send a hit like John Gotti (Gotti)
Nigga get whacked, thinkin' they hard 'cause they on molly (Bitch)
I'm the Saint Laurent Don, love to cash out (Cash out)
You a dick jumpin' faggot, you a mascot (Bitch)
You beat your bitch 'cause she walk 'round with her ass out (Yeah)
They wanna rob me 'cause I walk 'round with that bag out (Facts)
Drinkin' syrup, lil' bitch, I'm finna pass out
Never slippin', Glock 40 with a red dot (Facts)
Seven figure nigga, money all I talk about (Cash)
You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what ya talkin' 'bout?
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I'm still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
AK-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble
Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin' meat, gumbo
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Special lyrics - 21 Savage
In my feelings, she got me in my feelings
She got me in my feelings (For real)
She got me in my feelings (For real)
Got me in my feelin' (For real)
She got me in my feelings (For real)
She got me in my feelings (For real)
Got me
Wheezy Beats
She got me in my feelings (For real)
Buy a brand new Bentley (For real)
Buy her new Chanel (For real)
I don't kiss and tell (No)
Her diamonds raindrop (Yeah)
Stay down when the fame stop (Yeah)
She be scratchin' on my tank top
Real niggas 'gone make the pain stop
Baby, is you gone ride with me 'till the wheels off? (21)
Baby, you 'gone calm me down when I'm pissed off (21)
I'm a savage, so your panties might get ripped off (Take 'em off)
Your ex didn't know how to appreciate you, now he missed out
We got somethin' special
We got somethin' special
We got somethin' special
We got somethin' special
I was finna text you
But I ain't wanna pest you
Even if we ain't together (No matter we're forever)
I'm still comin' to your rescue
Put you in that coupe
Put you in Jimmy Choo (21)
Birkin bag (Yeah), twenty-five thousand on the tag (Yeah)
Put you on a private jet (Yeah)
We ain't never ridin' first class (Yeah)
And we havin' sex in the air (Yeah)
Man, I hope the pilot don't crash (Yeah)
Hard to find a bad bitch to stay true to me (21)
Who gon' spend them late nights in the booth with me?
Got a gutter bitch, she pullin' up to shoot with me
If you can't stay down, then you ain't gon' reap the fruits with me
Coke bottle model and she like to swallow
Pussy so good, I give her all my guala (All my money)
I got your back forever, put that on my partner (On God)
You ain't gotta pay no bills, you found my heart
We got somethin' special
We got somethin' special (Yeah)
We got somethin' special
We got somethin' special
I was finna text you
But I ain't wanna pest you
Even if we ain't together (No matter we're forever)
I'm still comin' to your rescue
Ride with me (Ride with me)
Tell the truth and don't you lie to me (Lie to me)
You know I need you on my side with me (Side with me)
Tell the truth and don't you lie to me (Lie to me)
Baby, roll with me (Roll with me)
Jump in that coupe and, baby, coast with me (Coast with me)
If I was broke, she kickin' doors with me (Doors with me)
Baby, roll with me, roll with me (21)
I'mma hold you down forever, you my round forever
They just want to use you, but I'm tryna help you
Savage tryna build, they just tryna feel
Really ain't none of their business, we got somethin' real
We got somethin' special
We got somethin' special
We got somethin' special
We got somethin' special
I was finna text you
But I don't wanna pest you
Even if we ain't together (No matter we're forever)
I'm still comin' to your rescue
Whole Lot lyrics - 21 Savage
[Young Thug:]
Yeah nigga, it's a knife and all, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah nigga, I hit your wife and all, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, Metro Boomin want some more nigga
[21 Savage (Young Thug):]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin' (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin' down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin' down Godby (get madder nigga)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage
We don't talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I'm a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I'm gon' hit my targets (voom voom)
VVS's drippin' off my chain, hoe (ooh)
I be in them places where you can't go (can't go)
My brother down the road on tango (I still see him)
You rap niggas sweeter than a mango (pussy sweet)
TEC on me with the coolie on it
I'ma fuck around and I'ma squeeze (ooh)
Pain runnin' through my veins
I don't want the fame, I just wanna eat (ooh)
Rap niggas callin' my phone
Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain't G's (one hunnit)
Spend on a lot of niggas, I ain't spend no more
Fuck around and get robbed 'round me (fast)
Chain snatched
Watch snatched, don't get it back (get it)
Chopper on you (slat)
Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)
I'm Young Savage
Real nigga, they vouchin' for that (they vouchin' for that)
I keep it on me
One in the head, I'm cockin' it back
Nigga made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)
Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (ain't trippin on 'em)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin' (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier (yeah)
Catch a nigga ridin' down College (ooh)
Catch a nigga ridin' down Godby (get madder nigga)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (ain't talk about it)
We don't talk about it, we shotters (ain't talk about it)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
I'm a street nigga and a artist (ooh)
And I'm gon' hit my targets
And I make your bitch drop it back
And I spend a dub in Saks
And I do a whole lot of drinkin'
I done put a hole in my kidney
Y'all niggas pussy like kittens (uh)
VVS's on, I need mittens (VVS)
Nigga, we ain't leavin' no witness
Stomp a nigga 'til he need stitches (woah)
I ain't never played no victim
Every nigga played, I killed him
Put a nigga in a blender, nigga, then we chop it up (then we chop it up)
Put it in the Pyrex, nigga, then we lock it up (lock it up)
Put that bitch inside a Benz, she was in a Acura
Niggas be actin' tough, I just be stackin' up (I just be stackin' up)
Used to ride around with Dracos, now I'm going platinum (platinum)
Nigga made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)
Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (ain't trippin on 'em)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin' (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier (yeah)
Catch a nigga ridin' down College (ooh)
Catch a nigga ridin' down Collins (get madder nigga)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (ain't talk about it)
We don't talk about it, we shotters (ain't talk about it)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
I'm a street nigga and a artist (ooh)
And I'm gon' hit my targets
Nigga, put gold on denim (gold)
Nigga, I said it, I meant it (meant it)
Nigga, be fresh like mint (fresh)
Nigga on percs, I'm itchin' (nigga)
Nigga, I stayed in the trenches (nigga)
Niggas still play in the trenches (nigga)
Stayed up late on missions (fool)
Sometimes we ain't strike for a dime (for a dime)
If them niggas actin' scared, I ride (I'm gon' go)
When my brother got killed, I cried
I can't let a nigga stop my stride (stride)
Gotta keep this shit goin', gotta move (move)
If it come down to it, I'm bustin' moves (fool)
I jump up out that vert with a Uzi (skrt)
These facts, lil' nigga I'm the truth (truth)
You got goons, lil' nigga, I got troops (I got troops)
They don't got Instagrams 'cause they shoot (I got, I got)
Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe (got that coupe)
Coulda fucked that bitch, I passed her to the crew (here you go)
Shiverin' and shakin', boy you ain't gon' shoot
Rice Street, man I ate a lot of soups
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin' (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin' down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin' down Godby (get madder nigga)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage
We don't talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I'm a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I'm gon' hit my targets (voom voom)
7 Min Freestyle lyrics - 21 Savage
Southside, Southside on the, Southside on the, hey
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Goyard duffle, yeah yeah
Got that Draco in it, yeah yeah
Whip a chicken, yeah yeah
Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah
And I got that Glock, yeah yeah
I got thirty shots, yeah yeah
Got your baby mama, yeah yeah
She bent over nigga, yeah yeah
Young Savage trappin', yeah yeah
And I'm fuckin' rappin', yeah yeah
I make lots of money, yeah yeah
And I throw it, throw it, yeah yeah
Ayy lil bitch you tryna blow it, yeah
Woah, chopper like a lawnmower, yeah
Woah, got that motherfuckin' dagger on me
Woah, stab a nigga and his lil homie, woah
And I'm ballin' like Nowitzki, woah
I get head like Lewinsky
Police tryna fingerprint me, woah
I'm runnin' out that motherfucker, nigga, woah
Get money like a motherfucker, nigga
Bags in, nigga gas in
Cash out, nigga cash in
I'm robbin', ski maskin'
You niggas know that I'm 'bout action
Fishtail with the traction
Fuck a fistfight, nigga I was blasting
Air that motherfucker out, we was smashin'
Got them VVS's on me, nigga glass
Fuck school nigga, always skipped class
Fuck the other side, throwin' red rags
Slaughter Gang, PDE gon' do you bad nigga
Runnin' through this cash, through this cash nigga
And my bitch bad, bitch bad nigga
Yeah, and I got a bag, got a bag nigga
Why these niggas mad, why they sad nigga
'Cause I'm poppin' ho, yeah I'm poppin' ho
Got your main bitch, pussy poppin' ho
We don't want that pussy, we just want that toppy, ho
And I don't want it if the shit ain't sloppy ho
Yeah, gang gang, nigga gang gang
Ayy, niggas snitching in the chain gang, ayy
They must not know they go in the chain gang, ayy
Stab 'em up, nigga stab 'em up
I'm in a Bentley truck, you in a Acura
You niggas actin' like I ain't got racks or somethin'
You niggas actin' like I ain't in the trap or somethin'
Fuck you niggas thought, Savage was just rappin' huh
Hey, your main bitch, she gon' back it up
21, that two-two-three gon' make you back it up
21, that show money I just stack it up
21, I'm real gangster, you just acting tough, woah
Niggas tryna put the feds on me, woah
My young niggas droppin' shells on 'em, woah
I know they scared now, scared now
Niggas broke, they can't even pay they bail now
Ayy, I get a brick and I bust it down, nigga
Put it in the pyrex and drown it, nigga
Water whip the dope, water whip it
Ho, water whip your ho, water whip 'em, yeah
Them VVS's got her hypnotized, yeah
I used to walk around with two nines, woah
Then I hit a nigga for two nines, 21
That's a half a brick lil nigga, 21
You a fuckin' shrimp lil nigga, 21
I got somethin' for that lip lil nigga, 21
Have you with a limp lil nigga, 21
Cut you up, no temp lil nigga, yeah
I get money 'cause I'm rich nigga, yeah
I might fuck all on your bitch nigga, yeah
Got a drank in in the vip nigga, yeah
She want a gangster, not a wimp nigga, yeah
Burberry fur on me, shit, woah
Thirty, Steph Curry on me, shit, woah
Eating chicken curry in this bitch, woah
Good food, nigga good food, 21
I'm a gangster, you a good dude, 21
I won't text her 'til she send nudes, 21
She call my phone when the rent due, 21
I ain't got a dime for your stankin' ass, 21
Wash your behind with your stankin' ass, bitch
And your nigga broke, down bad, bitch
All my niggas havin' fuckin' bags, bitch
Rich niggas, rich niggas, rich, 21
Hit nigga, hit nigga, hit, 21
That stick nigga, stick nigga, stick, 21
Bricks nigga, licks nigga, hits, 21
Slaughter Gang, PDE the shit, 21
Got the rap game on lock fast, 21
Got the block game on lock fast, 21
I got that Glock aim on lock fast, 21
I drop cop and send shots fast, 21
You only gangster when the gangsters gone, 21
You just a pussy with a camera phone, 21
You just a bitch with an Instagram, 21
No trigger finger, I got a trigger hand, 21
All of 'em like to shoot nigga, 21
All of 'em like boot nigga, 21
All of 'em in your boot nigga, 21
Finger holes, nigga finger holes, 21
You just a pussy with some finger rolls, 21
I can't respect a nigga with cornrows, 21
Broke nigga with your brother's clothes, 21
Broke nigga fuckin' your brother's hoes, 21
Get your own nigga, get your own, 21
You ain't grown, nigga you ain't grown, 21
Your money brown and my money long, 21
My blunt green and my gas strong, 21
Your bitch bad and I got her number, 21
All her friends wanna throw a slumber, 21
I might fuck all on that bitch mama, 21
I might take that lil bitch out that Honda, 21
Put that lil bitch in a Benz, yeah, 21
I wish that bitch had a twin, yeah, 21
She want all my friends, yeah, 21
Man that bitch got on some Timbs, yeah, 21
But I put that bitch in Gucci Gucci, 21
Man I fuck that bitch like she Karruche, 21
I might lick that, do the oochie coochie, 21
Got a brown one like a nigga Boosie, 21
Nigga catch me all up in Bruce's, 21
And you know I pull up with that uzi, 21
I'ma shoot a nigga, make the news and, 21
Niggas umm, niggas niggas losin', 21
Yeah yeah, nigga yeah yeah, 21
Serve a nigga with no scale scale, 21
Come and help me wrap this bale, bale, 21
Fuck 12, no seatbelt, 21
Fuck 12, I don't need help, 21
12 gauge, nigga that's my help, 21
21 Way lyrics - 21 Savage
Hot box with a paper tag on it
Your baby brother used to be my crash dummy
Don't call my phone if it ain't 'bout cash money
I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout cash money
I got a lot of shooters 'round me and they hungry
He sold a zip and now he acting like he Tony
I be chasing after money like I'm homeless
I had to leave that bitch alone cause she was bogus
Put a 100 on your head
Now a nigga dead
You niggas know that Young Savage will paint the city red
I don't want to do no song with these niggas 'cause they scared
Draco on the seat I keep that Draco on the seat
Molly, percs and weed you know these bitches like to eat
Slaughter gang, we slaughter hoes cause half these bitches freaks
All the shit I've been through man it change a young G
That's why I keep that hundred round drum around me
That's why I keep a lot of fucking guns around me
If you ain't with the gang you better not come around me
All that motherfucking leechin', ain't no bummin' round' me
You like that pillow talk but niggas shoot for fun around me
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
They robbin' round my way
Shootin' around my way
Ain't nothing sweet, you better keep a gun around my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
They robbin' round my way
Shootin' around my way
Ain't nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way
Round my way
Round my way
Round my way
Soda lyrics - 21 Savage
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Wash away the pain with the soda
Tryna make the work double up, I beat the bowl up
Tryna make the work double up to meet my quota
.40 on my hip, you know that chopper on my shoulder
I remember hard times when it was no love
I remember fast money and them slow bucks
I got all this gold on me like the gold rush
VVS's drippin' on me, get your hoe took
I remember shoot outs niggas, broad day
Remember when I hit that nigga with the K
Niggas ain't loyal, nigga they'll betray you
Shoot 'em in the temple, give that nigga a fade
My dog got life and shit ain't been the same
All I got is money bags on my brain
Go hard in the booth and buy another chain
I do it for the money nigga, not the fame
21
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Wash away the pain with the soda
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover
Hollow Tips lyrics - 21 Savage
Let's start it up
Yeah, yeah
Freestyle shit nigga
Yeah
You know what the fuck poppin' nigga
Yeah, yeah
I got a lot of extended clips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of hollow tips
I be in the field, you be in the house
I be in the street, you be on the couch
Got a .223, put it in your mouth
I got a big ol' dick, I put it in your spouse
Young Savage hoe, what you know about it?
Young Savage hoe, what you gon' do about it?
You ain't shot nobody, you ain't got no bodies
AK-47, make you do the fuckin' Bobby
I got a lot of extended clips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of extended clips
Lot of hollow tips
Lot of hollow tips
Oh Ok lyrics - 21 Savage
Yeah, yeah, yeah
21 Savage, 21, 21
Ha yeah, yeah
Ha ha, ha,ha, ha ha, ha
Haha, haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha ha ha, ya dig?
Carbon 15 on em
AR 15 on em
Got that Glock with the beam on it
Every nigga on my team want it
Oh, you a gangsta? You a savage now?
You ain't never sprayed a hundred rounds
Last nigga tried to gun me down
Left his body in the lost and found
Zone 6 shit bitch
Who the fuck told you shit was sweet?
Who the fuck want smoke with me?
Nigga barking up the wrong tree
Everybody want to hold nuts on Young Savage
Probably cause your bitch wanna fuck Young Savage
All these pussy niggas acting like they really trapping
You got one more strike fuckboy and I'ma whack you
But a nigga watch blinging, take it
But a nigga chain blinging, take it
Said he got a bankroll, take it
And yo' shooters ain't gon' do nothing
Fuck the glamour and the glitz
Bitch I keep extended clip
I keep extended clip
I love my extended clip
15 got my first trap spot
I beat that motherfucker out
19 niggas tried to jump me in the club
I aired that motherfucker out
You ain't 'bout that shit that you rapping 'bout
Nigga tell the truth, what you capping 'bout?
Nigga fuck the rap, we can clap it out
I take the 30 out and gonna slap you out
Pay attention man these niggas really weird
Pussy ass nigga gotta period
Bitch ass nigga
Snitch ass nigga
I take pictures with my hand on my hip ass nigga
When it gets real I'ma gon' and dip ass nigga
East Atlanta to Decatur to get your flip fast nigga
Got your bitch swallowing cum like some slim fast nigga
21 Gang and we don't throw no white flags nigga
Bitch, bitch!
A lotta um fake you know what I'm saying beef
Or whatever the fuck y'all call it
Nigga, we don't beef nigga
We just eat nigga
And keep it moving nigga
21 Savage
Slaughter King
Still on that bullshit
Still keep a full clip, ya dig?
Still give ya pussy ass a face lift nigga
21
Extendo lyrics - 21 Savage
Let me hire ten, fifteen, more good operators
And we hit 'em back, hit 'em hard, hit 'em where they live
Pull up, hanging out the window, hanging out the window
Hanging out the window, hanging out the window
Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo
Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo
It's slaughter gang, bitch, and then this shit is not pretendo
Bitch, this not pretendo, bitch, this ain't pretendo
I'm slaughter gang, savage pussy, boy, I keep extendo
Boy, I keep extendo, boy, I keep extendo
Bitch, I keep extendo, smoke you like some endo
Young Savage, bitch, I pull up hanging out the window
.223 with silencers, you pussy niggas playing
Young savage pull up, slaughter gang, we get to spraying
Layin' in yo bushes, bitch, I'm layin' in yo bushes
Nigga you's a pussy, boy, you sweeter than a cookie
Fifty thousand dollars if a nigga wanna book me
RIP to Bookme, I just cooked a cookie
Pull up, hanging out the window, hanging out the window
Hanging out the window, hanging out the window
Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo
Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo
It's slaughter gang, bitch, and then this shit is not pretendo
Bitch, this not pretendo, bitch, this ain't pretendo
I'm slaughter gang, savage pussy, boy, I keep extendo
Boy, I keep extendo, boy, I keep extendo
.223 with the beam, it gon' hit, son
Glock 40 on my hip, bitch, I keep one
In the head for these pussy niggas, think I'm sweet
I got a BGO bankroll, my shit on fleek
And all my brothers touching paper, bitch, we in the streets
I'm taking straight headshots if you fuck with me
I'm throwing up 21 and that 93
I rearrange yo mama house into a murder scene
Hanging out the window, hanging out the window
Hanging out the window, hanging out the window
Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo
Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo
It's slaughter gang, bitch, and then this shit is not pretendo
Bitch, this not pretendo, bitch, this ain't pretendo
I'm slaughter gang, savage pussy, boy, I keep extendo
Boy, I keep extendo, boy, I keep extendo
Savage, I gotta have it
Yeah, I'm gettin' money, countin' cash
Lotto been smashed it, I been having it
Getting money in the city, y'all lacking
Fifty deep in the club, we ain't laughing
Red bandana gets ya whole crew blasted
You put a ring on that ho, my whole crew smashed it
I ain't no punk faking nigga if I pull it, I'ma blast it
Savage
Hanging out the window, hanging out the window
Hanging out the window, hanging out the window
Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo
Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo
It's slaughter gang, bitch, and then this shit is not pretendo
Bitch, this not pretendo, bitch, this ain't pretendo
I'm slaughter gang, savage pussy, boy, I keep extendo
Boy, I keep extendo, boy, I keep extendo
It's flavor muhfucka, they label me a savage
Greed flag on my head, nigga, I ain't laughin'
Put your whole block up for fuckin' with the gang
It's slaughter gang, flavor, slaughter gang, that's the gang
Posted in the border, get you issue round here
Peeped off in the cut, you get you issue round here
Twenty, bitch, that's where I'm posted, fuck nigga, don't want it
It's murder gang flavor, say my name and I'ma smoke 'em
Hanging out the window, hanging out the window
Hanging out the window, hanging out the window
Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo
Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo
It's slaughter gang, bitch, and then this shit is not pretendo
Bitch, this not pretendo, bitch, this ain't pretendo
I'm slaughter gang, savage pussy, boy, I keep extendo
Boy, I keep extendo, boy, I keep extendo
Pull up and air shit out
I'm hanging out the window
Got thirty rounds on that extendo
Don't care about none of yo kin folks
You play with the gang, you get slaughtered
You know that we slaughter your daughter
These diamonds, they on me, they water
I'm pulling up, kicking, pimping
Gas blunt, yeah, extension
All my pistol got extensions
You play with the gang, you get missing
I'ma shark, you a fish
Thirty round drum on that, what?
.223 game with them nuts
You play with the gang, you get touched
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, man down
Hanging out the window, hanging out the window
Hanging out the window, hanging out the window
Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo
Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo
It's slaughter gang, bitch, and then this shit is not pretendo
Bitch, this not pretendo, bitch, this ain't pretendo
I'm slaughter gang, savage pussy, boy, I keep extendo
Boy, I keep extendo, boy, I keep extendo
And it's slaughter gang, bitch, you ain't want no smoke
In the club with my pistol, bitch, I shoot you through the cup
You in love with that bitch, we put our dick all in her throat
Real slaughter gang nigga, I ain't worried 'bout no ho
I got that 30 on me now and I'll slap a ho with it
Yeah, we savage and we smashing, now my niggas gonna get
In the kitchen, on the stove, whipping up a whole chicken
And free slaughter gang till he used to walk round with that 50
Hanging out the window, hanging out the window
Hanging out the window, hanging out the window
Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo
Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo
It's slaughter gang, bitch, and then this shit is not pretendo
Rollies lyrics - 21 Savage
(F12)
Me and my rollies (Me and my rollies)
Me and my rollies (Me and my rollies)
Me and my rollies (Me and my rollies)
Me and my rollies (Rollie, rollie)
Me and my rollies (My rollie)
Me and my rollies (My rollies)
Me and my rollies (My rollie)
Me and my rollies (My rollie)
Me and my rollies (Pull up on ya)
Me and my rollies (Bah)
Me and my rollies (21, 21)
Me and my rollies (Me and my rollie)
Me and my rollies (Me and my rollie)
Me and my rollies (My rollie)
Me and my rollies (My rollie)
Me and my rollies (Countin' money)
Me and my rollies (Juggin', trappin')
Me and my rollies (Plug cappin')
Me and my rollies (Get to clappin')
Me and my rollies (My and my rollies)
Me and my rollies (Rollie, my rollies)
Me and my rollies (21, 21)
Me and my rollies (Gang)
Countin' money with my rollies (My rollie)
Pull up on you with my rollies (My rollie)
I just went and bought a rollie (21)
Came from juggin' with my rollies (21)
Young Skinny, that my rollie (My rollie)
Lil Harold, that my rollie (My rollie)
Free Chevy, that my rollie (Free Chev')
Young Jude, that my rollie (21)
Counterplay at your poley (Shh)
Cheese on me, macaroni (Skrr)
I'm addin' Sosa, niggas Tony (Skrr)
Get it to you if you want it (Grah)
I'm runnin off if you frontin' (What?)
Run up on me then I'm bussin' (What?)
AK-47, Russian (What?)
Headshot, no discussion (21)
Me and my rollies be thuggin' (Gang)
Me and my rollies love money (Gang)
All this magic on the money (The money)
Blowin' money 'cause it's nothing (Nothing)
Nigga really came from nothin' (21)
Now a nigga having something (What?)
Third grade, I was fuckin' (What?)
Had to go out get with [?] (What?)
I be with my rollies, I be with my brodies
I keep me a choppa like I'm from Magnolia
When I'm in the kitchen, I'm baking up soda
I'm cooking up coca, it's jumping back over (21)
AK-47 strapped to my shoulder (21, 21)
Pussy nigga try me, know that it's over (21, 21)
I be with my rollies (21)
I be with my rollies (21)
I be with my rollies (21)
I be with my rollies (21, 21)
Me and my rollies (My rollie)
Me and my rollies (Pull up on ya)
Me and my rollies (Bah)
Me and my rollies (21, 21)
Me and my rollies (Me and my rollie)
Me and my rollies (Me and my rollie)
Me and my rollies (My rollie)
Me and my rollies (My rollie)
Me and my rollies (Countin' money)
Me and my rollies (Juggin', trappin')
Me and my rollies (Plug cappin')
Me and my rollies (Get to clappin')
Me and my rollies (My and my rollies)
Me and my rollies (Rollie, my rollies)
Me and my rollies (21, 21)
Me and my rollies (Gang)
These niggas be pussy, can't hang with 'em (21)
I'd rather go chill with the gang, nigga (Gang)
I hop on a jet and a plane, nigga (Plane nigga)
That rollie that's on me, it's plain, nigga (Plain nigga)
I fuck on your wifey, your main, nigga (I what?)
We not the same, you lame, nigga (Lame nigga)
21 Savage 'bout action (What?)
21 Savage 'bout money (Money)
21 Savage rack dummies (I what?)
I pull up and sell you a dummy (I sell you a dummy)
And I put fifteen on a hunnid (A hunnid)
We pull up and give you a hunnid (Bap, bap, bap)
All of my niggas too gunny (What?)
This soda, this water, it's bubbly (It's bubbly)
Can't marry these bitches, they nothin' (They nothin')
But I'm lovin' the way she suck me (She suck me)
When I was younger, I was thuggin' (Thuggin')
Juvenile, I was thuggin' (I was thuggin')
Penteville, I was thuggin' (Thuggin')
Young nigga, still thuggin' (Still thuggin')
Young nigga having money (Money)
Young nigga beatin' cases (Cases)
Young nigga, no face (Face)
Young nigga, no case (Case)
Pussy nigga, wanna race? (A race?)
Pussy nigga, this a Wraith (A Wraith)
This bitch for hunting, it's all K (21)
I made that shit in one play (One play)
Trappin' on the one way (One Way)
Will be richer, one day (One day)
I stayed down with my rollies (My rollie)
Now we all rackin' rollies (21)
Me and my rollies (My rollie)
Me and my rollies (Pull up on ya)
Me and my rollies (Bah)
Me and my rollies (21, 21)
Me and my rollies (Me and my rollie)
Me and my rollies (Me and my rollie)
Me and my rollies (My rollie)
Me and my rollies (My rollie)
Me and my rollies (Countin' money)
Me and my rollies (Juggin', trappin')
Me and my rollies (Plug cappin')
Me and my rollies (Get to clappin')
Me and my rollies (My and my rollies)
Me and my rollies (Rollie, my rollies)
Me and my rollies (21, 21)
Me and my rollies (Gang)
It's Sold lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Freaky D$MG)
I get it, I flippin' they soul (they soul)
The barrel that something gon' fold (gon' fold)
I'm working my move in the boat (shh-skrr)
I'm working my move on your hoe (21)
20k for a show, spent 20k on my hoe (my hoe)
They gon' try to close the door (the door)
Last time I touched the phone (21)
Last time I flushed the phone (the phone)
Ohh man, I lost my dope (21)
I had to get it out of the boat (the boat)
I had to get it out of the stove (skrr-skrr)
Nigga, welcome to the trap (the trap)
I'll show you how to cow (to cow)
Want a zip, that's a stack (a stack)
I'ma show you with the max (the max)
Round and round jigging (jigging)
Like the shit, legal (is legal)
All in East Atlanta (Atlanta)
Smoking Cali Reefers (spoo)
My daddy used to have a beep (woo)
They want the whip 'cause it's cheaper (woo)
Bad bitch, two-seater (what)
Grindin' with a Desert X (say what)
I get it, I flippin' they soul they (soul)
The barrel that something gon' fold (gon' fold)
I'm working my move in the boat (shh-skrr)
I'm working my move on your hoe (21)
20k for a show, spent 20k on my hoe (my hoe)
They gon' try to close the door (the door)
Last time I flushed the phone (21, 21)
I'm in love with the private (I'm in Love with it)
Ain't western blood without the sidekick (ain't no blood)
Quits, you got these nigga mad 'cause they can't drown (nigga mad)
Well, fuck them, they 'bout to google how to cow
Keep a Glock 40 for the pocket watch (yeah)
Everybody plottin'
Won't put my life in the hands of nobody else
I don't need to shoot eyes, I'm shooting myself
While they poking out, that's a bloody clip (shh)
If you move wrong, I'ma love the real
I'ma shoot that fuck until she melt
I get it, I flippin' they soul (the soul)
The barrel that something gon' fold (gon' fold)
I'm working my move in the boat (shh-skrr)
I'm working my move on your hoe (21)
20k for a show, spent 20k on my hoe (my hoe)
They gon' try to close the door (the door)
Last time I touched the phone (21)
Whoa lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Lotto Savage, Lil' Harold)
[Lotto Savage:]
100's, 50's, Dubs, woah
Glock 30s, extendos
These niggas rapping nigga, they don't want no smoke
Catch em down bad through the peacoat
100's, 50's, Dubs, woah
Glock 30s, extendos
These niggas rapping nigga, they don't want no smoke
Catch em down bad, through the peacoat
[Lil Harold:]
I don't really think these niggas want smoke
Catch em down bad, shoot him through the peacoat
All my niggas savages, yeah we smashing
Catch em down bad, shoot 'em up in traffic
I ask about you in the streets and they ain't heard of you
You say you run the city, why I never heard of you?
Keep a couple young niggas quick to come and murder you
Pull up to your spot air it out I'm with the murder broom
100 round drum on that stick, and its nasty
21 gang, bitch all my niggas spazzing
All my niggas smashing so miss me with that fuck shit
30 round clip on the 40 better duck bitch
[Lotto Savage:]
100's, 50's, Dubs, woah
Glock 30s, extendos
These niggas rapping nigga, they don't want no smoke
Catch em down bad through the peacoat
100's, 50's, Dubs, woah
Glock 30s, extendos
These niggas rapping nigga, they don't want no smoke
Catch em down bad through the peacoat
[21 Savage:]
Rapping ass nigga, capping ass nigga
21 Savage, I'm a clapping ass nigga
Carbon 15, with the nuts bitch
Pull up, roll the window down, you better duck bitch
Talking beef shit, nigga I eat shit
Slaughter gang pull up on you then we sweep shit
Ice cube, cut the lights off and creep shit
Rapping ass nigga, you ain't got no teeth bitch
I bet these niggas know what popping
Ya bitch pussy stank, the hoe smell like tilapia
I run around with the stick cause these pussy niggas hang
I fucked your sister nigga, yeen even get no straightening
[Lotto Savage:]
100's, 50's, Dubs, woah
Glock 30s, extendos
These niggas rapping nigga, they don't want no smoke
Catch em down bad through the peacoat
100's, 50's, Dubs, woah
Glock 30s, extendos
These niggas rapping nigga, they don't want no smoke
Catch em down bad through the peacoat
I'm A Savage lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Young Nudy)
[Young Nudy:]
I'm a Savage, he a Savage
I'm a blood, he a blood
Stacking my money, nigga run it up
Now I can sit back and drink mud
Sipping on lean, same colored blood
PDE Slaughter Gang, no it's us
I'm a Savage, he a Savage
I'm a blood, he a blood
Stacking my money, nigga run it up
Now I can sit back and drink mud
Sipping on lean, same colored blood
PDE Slaughter Gang, no it's us
[21 Savage:]
Blood, I'm a blood
Young Savage bitch, I drink mud
2-2-3 hit your ass with a slug
Blah, nigga you a thug
Nigga I ain't ride thugs
20-16 on it, and they scrub
Capping that nigga, call your hoe
You laid out with your bitch, you light the hood
I know that on her face I like to fuck
I ran it off and ran off on the plug
I counted up a hunnid in the trap
You talk that shit I put a .100 in your back
Blah, blah hit that nigga with a mat on the front street
Young Savage bitch, I sold that dough on the 1st street
Young Savage bitch, I get that chopper on the front seat
I'm a big dawg, little nigga you a pip squeak
[Young Nudy:]
I'm a Savage, he a Savage
I'm a blood, he a blood
Stacking my money, nigga run it up
Now I can sit back and drink mud
Sipping on lean, same colored blood
PDE Slaughter Gang, no it's us
I'm a Savage, he a Savage
I'm a blood, he a blood
Stacking my money, nigga run it up
Now I can sit back and drink mud
Sipping on lean, same colored blood
PDE Slaughter Gang, no it's us
Count money, know it's bloody
Everybody screaming 'Bloody'
.730 goin' 730 on your buddies
They got choppers, we got choppers
You got a problem, they got a problem
Everyone whippin' out choppers, problem solving
Stay on your lane, nigga not part of my gang
PDE Murder Gang, Slaughter Gang, Murder Gang
Everybody been the same
I stayed trippin' off a brick
Put it out, let it rip
Hit your bitch then I dip
Left a lil somethin' on her lip
Back in the trap, my man is there
Run out of bands with them
Cause all of my young niggas Savages
And all of my young niggas having it
I'm from the six where we clappin' shit
These niggas really think we rappin' shit
I'm from the hood where we none but Savages
And everybody gon' rap some shit, nigga
I'm a Savage, he a Savage
I'm a blood, he a blood
Stacking my money, nigga run it up
Now I can sit back and drink mud
Sipping on lean, same colored blood
PDE Slaughter Gang, no it's us
I'm a Savage, he a Savage
I'm a blood, he a blood
Stacking my money, nigga run it up
Now I can sit back and drink mud
Sipping on lean, same colored blood
PDE Slaughter Gang, no it's us
Start Firing lyrics - 21 Savage
Imma start firing firing firing but
If a nigga try me
Imma start firing firing firing
Wish I can turn back time
Hit pause and press rewind
Feel like all the real niggas dyin'
Lord forgive me cause I'm tryin' but
If a nigga try me
Imma start firing
Tell my shooter grab the choppa
Nigga start firing
If a nigga try me
Imma start firing
Tell my shooter grab the choppa
Nigga start firing
What the fuck you 'pose to do
When yo stomach keep talkin'
Lil sister need school clothes
You clutchin' on yo forty
Voices in my head
I can't seem to to get 'em off
One sayin' stay loyal
Other tellin' me to cross 'em
Everybody say they bosses but
They really all for self
Got me thinkin' to myself
Ain't no real niggas left
Cause all the real niggas left
They either dead or down the road
Niggas goin' out bad
They'll kill you bout a ho
Man these streets so cold, so cold
I swear these streets so cold, so cold
I pray to God that he watch my soul
And let me know whose a friend or a foe
Wish I can turn back time
Hit pause and press rewind
Feel like all the real niggas dyin'
Lord forgive me cause I'm tryin' but
If a nigga try me
Imma start firing
Tell my shooter grab the choppa
Nigga start firing
If a nigga try me
Imma start firing
Tell my shooter grab the choppa
Nigga start firing
RIP to Johnny B
He died right in front of me
He was sittin' in the driver seat
I was sittin' in that passenger seat
Lil Larry got shot
Man my nigga Crucial too
Got me wonderin' in the streets Like
What I'm 'pose to do Like
Who I'm 'pose to trust Like
Who I'm 'pose to fuck Like
This bitch set me up Like
Imma wet her up
They gave my right hand man life
Nigga I got real stripes
I remember cold nights
TJ lost his whole life
I can't take no mo of life
But I can't let go of life
6 shots I made it out alive it's 21 for life
Imma start firing firing firing but
If a nigga try me
Imma start firing firing firing
Wish I can turn back time
Hit pause and press rewind
Feel like all the real niggas dyin'
Lord forgive me cause I'm tryin' but
If a nigga try me
Imma start firing
Tell my shooter grab the choppa
Nigga start firing
If a nigga try me
Imma start firing
Tell my shooter grab the choppa
Nigga start firing
How To Ball lyrics - 21 Savage
Hundred bricks, on my face card
(Struggling for the motherfucking traps in the trunk nigga)
Yeah nigga, 21 savage nigga
I showed the young nigga how to ball nigga
Shawty Fresh on the track nigga, hundred bricks nigga
Front it nigga face card good nigga
Been getting money young nigga
21, 21
(Trapsintrunks.com nigga)
Hundred bricks, On my face card
No keys, push start
Bad bitches, foreign car
I can show the young niggas how to ball
I'm 'a show the young niggas how to ball
I'm 'a show the young niggas how to ball
I'm 'a show the young niggas how to ball
I'm 'a show the young niggas how to ball
I'm 'a show a nigga how to get some paper (lil nigga)
I'm 'a show a nigga how to get some cash (young nigga)
Ye ain't got it trust you need to get it fast (hurry, hurry)
Young fly nigga got a lot of swag
I like smoking gas
I like cooking glass
Wait a minute, wait a minute (hold up)
New Jag
Paper tag, hundred thousand cash
Got these nigga mad, got these bitches mad
Shoutout to my plug cause he sent a lot of bag
Shoutout to myself cause I sell them real fast
AK-47 with the nightstand
Shoot a nigga from the mounds like the Taliban
Hundred bricks, On my face card
No keys, push start
Bad bitches, foreign car
I can show the young niggas how to ball
I'm 'a show the young niggas how to ball
I'm 'a show the young niggas how to ball
I'm 'a show the young niggas how to ball
I'm 'a show the young niggas how to ball
I'm 'a show the young niggas how to ball
I-I-I just left the mall
I swear I try to buy it all
I walked to Ferragamo bought the whole wall
Real street nigga all I go is hard
When I'm in the building better cuff your broad
Chevy and Lil Harold they'll pull your card
Rolex on my wrist they call me forty large
All a nigga do is get money
Put em on the stick we gunning
Spent a hundred thousand that's nothing
Say you get money you fronting
Popping out since I done it
That canneroll fucking up your stomach
And we chilling with a killer we thugging
Nigga make the wrong move he blooded
Hundred bricks, On my face card
No keys, push start
Bad bitches, foreign car
I can show the young niggas how to ball
I'm 'a show the young niggas how to ball
I'm 'a show the young niggas how to ball
I'm 'a show the young niggas how to ball
I'm 'a show the young niggas how to ball
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