Don't Play That lyrics - King Von & 21 Savage

 [King Von:]

I don't play that (Nah)

I fuck that bitch with a latex (Huh? What?)

I did a drill with a face mask (Boom)

I wash my hand with the Ajax

I don't play that (Huh? What?)

I don't play that (Nah)

I don't play that (Nah, nah)

I don't, uh, play that (Hold on)

Hold on (Huh?)

Lay down (Yeah)

I like that girl from the waist down (Uh, uh)

I don't think that we should waste time (Nah, nah)

I heard it was good through the grapevine (Yeah, yeah)

Huh? What? (What?)

I heard it was good through the grapevine (Yeah, yeah)

I heard that you got a great mind (What?)

I don't think that we need to waste time (Gang)

She fell in love with a shooter (Boom)

I caught that girl playin' with my Glock (Damn, damn)

She askin' me what is Tooka (What?)

Just know that we smoke him a lot

I take off my shirt when I'm hot (Hot)

I'm quick to spray down your block (Boom, boom)

Can't stop 'cause twelve too hot (Nah, nah)

I'll spin back when they not (Uh-huh)

I don't play that (Nah)

I fuck that bitch with a latex (Huh? What?)

I did a drill with a face mask (Boom)

I wash my hand with the Ajax

I don't play that (Huh? What?)

I don't play that (Nah)

I don't play that (Nah, nah)

I don't, uh, play that (Hold on)

Hold on

[21 Savage:]

She caught me fuckin' her friend (21)

I hit that bitch with the peace sign (On God)

Why you keep callin' me twin? (Pussy)

You know that you pussy, you feline (Pussy)

She fell in love with a stepper (21), I caught her playin' with my Js (On God)

I fell in love with the gun smoke, she caught me playin' with my K (On God)

Creep up, get out (21)

I'm in your hood with my stick out (21)

You don't catch a body, you kicked out (Pussy)

Swap hoes with my brothers, we switch out (Pussy)

In a opp bitch mouth with my dick out (Pussy)

I squeeze the Glock 'til the clip out (Pussy)

I don't make diss songs, I flip out (Pussy)

Whenever we see him, it's a blick out (21)

[King Von (21 Savage):]

I don't play that (Pussy)

I fuck that bitch with a latex (On God)

I did a drill with a face mask (On God, boom)

I wash my hand with the Ajax (21)

I don't play that (Straight up)

I don't play that (Straight up)

I don't play that (On God)

I don't, uh, play that (On God, hold on)

Hold on

[King Von:]

Fast car, uh

Jaguar, uh

NASCAR, uh

AP off, uh

Givin' Up (Not The One) lyrics - Don Toliver, 21 Savage & 2 Chainz

 (from "SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE" soundtrack)

But I'm not like the others

I don't always like what I have to do (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

But I know I have to be the one to do it

I've given up too much to stop now

I can't be the one here givin' up

I'm not the one here givin' up (No)

Time is up, but I can't feel what it was

If you were me, would you give up?

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

Woah, woah

Every obstacle I overcame

Pushed through it, I ain't point to blame

Kept my focus

Every time they tried to hold me back I broke up out they chains

Reached the top, still remain the same

Hit the bottom, get up, no complain

Walk on the stage and they all yell my name

They doubt me, but I always do my thing

'Cause they count on me (21)

I got a family to feed (21)

Duckin' the envy and greed (On God)

Street smart, but I still read (On God)

Give birth to heroes, I breed (21)

I smell a win and get tea (21)

Let down the top, feel the breeze (Straight up)

How you gon' give up on me? (On God)

How you just give up on we? (21)

I never quit, though

Got a house, not spotted with a brick, though (Facts)

Say you hungry, all you wanna do is sit, though (Facts)

I'm a leader, I'll show you how to fish, though (21)

If you wanted, there's some things you gon' miss, though (21)

I got goals everybody ain't built for (21)

I ain't stoppin' 'til I get what I'm here for (On God)

I can't be the one here givin' up

I'm not the one here givin' up (No)

Time is up, but I can't feel what it was

If you were me, would you give up?

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

Yeah, 2 Chainz

Love me or love me not, link at the [?] spot

[?] front, we work, that was a hand-me-down

I wasn't stunned, I'll make 'em stand around

I got a stick with a bandana 'round

Never gave up on me, I am your favorite OG

Make your baby OD when she on me

Told him, "In my time," just so you know I ain't lyin'

I bought my whole clique some new Rollies

Alone, never lonely

Roll with the real, never phony

Do 24 like I'm Kobe

My superhero, we goated

It was the street that have motive

I got a car and new wheel (Wheel)

I got new thoughts on the head

Man with the flow and the beard

You know I heard what you said

Now when I'm droppin' the top

Don't let that go over your head

I can't be the one here givin' up (Yeah)

I'm not the one here givin' up (No)

Time is up, but I can't feel what it was

If you were me, would you give up? (Mmm)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (True, I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up, tell 'em)

Fair enough

Is part of your life (Is part of your life)

I see you runnin' and out of time

Is part of your life (Is part of your life)

Being Spider-Man is a sacrifice

That's the job, that's what you sign up for

Good Good lyrics - Usher, 21 Savage & Summer Walker

 We ain't good good, but we still good

We ain't good good, but we still good

I hate that we didn't make it to forever

Probably ain't getting back together

But that don't mean that I can't wish you better

We ain't good good, but we still good

I realize that I can't be your lover

Let's just keep it honest with each other

I'll be happy for you when you find another

We ain't good good, but we still good

Who knew it'd be like this?

Usually, my exes turn to enemies

But this is different

'Cause we done got closer, now that you ain't with me

All that love that we had

Ain't no way we gon' forget that

And your family love me like I'm family

You know where you stand with me, so when they ask, tell them

Right one, right place, wrong time

Can't say we didn't try

But you always been a real one, even though we ain't together

It was real love, and baby, it's still love

I hate that we ain't make it to forever

Probably ain't getting back together

But that don't mean that I can't wish you better

We ain't good good, but we still good

I realize that I can't be your lover

Let's just keep it honest with each other

I'll be happy for you when you find another

We ain't good good, but we still good

All them plans you made for me to be your Mrs

All the stacks that you done spent on me at Lenox

It don't go forgotten

But we're happier apart than locked in

Locked in

No smoke with me, I promise, boy, I don't do drama

It didn't work, but I hope you find another

I wish you peace, I wish you good sex and good sleep

Find the girl of your dreams

'Cause I sleep well at night knowing this ain't meant to be

Right one, right place, wrong time

Can't say we didn't try

All good things come to an end

So, let's just learn the lessons and find loving again

I hate that we ain't make it to forever

Probably ain't getting back together

But that don't mean that I can't wish you better

We ain't good good, but we still good

I realize that I can't be your lover

Lover

Let's just keep it honest with each other

Other

I'll be happy for you when you find another

We ain't good good, but we still good

No matter who you with, I want to see you happy (On God)

Yeah, it didn't work out, but that don't mean you should attack me (21, 21)

We enjoy the five star meals, but you was with me for the Zaxby's (Facts)

Holding me down from the start (21)

I used to be broke, I was actually (21)

I hate that we didn't tie the knot, but shit, that's how life goes (On God)

You always will say that I might blow (21)

Got rich, and I paid for your lipo (21)

I know the person you is (Yeah)

That's why I still want to be friends (On God)

If you want to open up a new salon, I still help pay for the wigs (Straight up)

And I help with the lease (On God)

You know I ain't never been cheap (21)

Relationships don't always last, but let's not turn it to beef (21)

I come through from time to time and have you grabbing them sheets (High)

That's if you want to, I'm just playing, girl, stop smacking your teeth (21, 21)

I hate that we didn't make it to forever

But you know, probably ain't getting back together

But that don't mean that I can't wish you better (Don't mean that I can't wish you better)

We ain't good good, but we still good (We still good)

I realize that I can't be your lover (No)

Let's just keep it honest with each other

I'll be happy for you when you find another (When you find another)

We ain't good good, but we still good

H2O lyrics - 21 Savage

 Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

I just cooked another brick

I just cooked another brick

I just cooked a whole brick

I just whipped another brick

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

I just cooked another brick

I just cooked another brick

I just cooked a whole brick

I just whipped another brick

I'm water whipping in the kitchen

Shit on niggas like a pigeon

Tie your kids up like a ribbon

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Baking soda on the stove

Dad knocking at the door

He don't want nothing but a nickel rock, man

We gone send him to the store

I just bought a whole

I whipped it out the bowl

Mac 90 with the 100 round drum

Nigga and it fold

I'm sticking to the code

Wipe a nigga nose

I'm Murder Gang Savage

And I slaughter niggas' hoes

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

I just cooked another brick

I just cooked another brick

I just cooked a whole brick

I just whipped another brick

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

I just cooked another brick

I just cooked another brick

I just cooked a whole brick

I just whipped another brick

Young Savage cooking crack

Sonny rolling grams of wax

Margiela cost a rack

Say my name I'll get you whacked

Streets need Gucci back

Smoke a nigga like a black

Want a million dollars, want a new Ferrari, wanna fuck Karrueche in the trap

I'm smoking on a pound of dank

Make the dope lock up in the sink

I wanna fuck you, but I can't

That pussy musty, bitch you stank

Medication all I drank

VVS, it make you faint

Rifle singing like Tank

I'm water whipping to the bank

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

I just cooked another brick

I just cooked another brick

I just cooked a whole brick

I just whipped another brick

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

Water whipping in the kitchen

I just cooked another brick

I just cooked another brick

I just cooked a whole brick

I just whipped another brick

Ice On lyrics - 21 Savage

 I rather rap on Zay track

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

Yeah (ha), yeah (ha ha ha)

Ha, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

21, 21, 21

Money long, clip long

Dick long, bitch gone

Bricks gone, Knicks gone

Trappin' off a flip phone (Flip)

My uncle old as hell, he want me to whip it 'cause his wrist gone (Skrrt)

Bitch, you broke as hell, your car look like it came of Flinstone (Ha ha ha)

Diamonds check, Saint Laurent check, bitch, I got a check (21)

Avianni check, Gucci check, everything a check (On God)

Ridin' in a 'Rari, Nudy in the cab, Chevy and a 'Vette

Don't you disrespect, Buck .50, slit his neck (21)

I got all my ice on, ice on

I got all my ice on (Yeah), ice on (Yeah)

I got all my ice on (Yeah), ice on (Yeah)

I got all my ice on (Yeah), ice on (Yeah, yeah)

Bitch, you see me shinin' like a lightbulb (21, 21)

Frostbite, bitch, you know my ice cold (Brr)

Nigga, tuck your chain, and your ice old (21, 21)

Wrong move, nigga, get your brains blowed

She a bugaboo, I had to change form (Change form)

Ridin' with my niggas, and the brains blow (Brains blow)

Quiet Storm came on, I had to change songs (Cut it out)

I ain't take her panties off, she had to change thongs (Take it off)

They heard Young Savage, they had to change flows (Tried to copy)

You can't clone me, you better change goals (Nigga, stop)

And take that off your neck, nigga, that ain't gold (Fuck)

You been rapping' all your life and you can't get on ('Sup?)

Goyard bag, full of cash, yeah (Racks, racks)

Louis bag full of Mary Kate and Ash (Bricks, racks)

I met her in the club, she was shakin' ass (21, 21)

Broke my thumb countin' money, I think I need a cast (21, 21)

I got all my ice on, ice on (Wow, wow)

I got all my ice on, ice on (Wow, wow)

I got all my ice on, ice on

I got all my ice on, ice on

Bitch, you see me shinin' like a lightbulb (Bling)

Frostbite, bitch, you know my ice cold (21, 21)

Nigga, tuck your chain, and your ice old (21)

Wrong move, nigga, get your brains blowed (On God)

I rather rap on Zay track

Immortal lyrics - 21 Savage

 21

I feel like the motherfuckin' Grim Reaper

The biggest smoke blower

Put a motherfuckin' chimney on my stick

Brand new MAK-90 with the drum attached (Drum)

You a shit talker, we got drums for that (On God)

Tryna fist fight? Boy, you dumb for that (Stupid)

You gon' get a bullet in your lung for that (Stupid)

Draco get to kickin' like Liu Kang (21)

F&N on me in the Mulsanne (Straight up, straight up)

Glock 19 in the Blue Flame (Straight up, straight up)

I was strapped when I slid inside your boo thang (On God)

21 immortal, we'll never die (21)

Loyal to my brothers (Yeah), I'll never lie (On God)

Call me bird dog 'cause I cheat and I'm fly (Straight up)

And I love winnin', I'm upset if it's a tie (On God)

Get you off the ground just to knock you to the floor (Yeah)

Let's go blow for blow (Yeah), let's go toe to toe (Straight up)

When it's time to battle, they don't never ever show (21)

When it's time to battle, I'm the first one at the door (21)

At the door with a Draco

Don't nobody move, I don't wanna have to blow

Rappin' ass niggas get spinned at they show

That's why I need some help, I got a fetish for the smoke

It get fatal in the bottom, used to rumble in the den (21)

Hit him with a combo, gotta finish him (21)

AK make you frown since you think you wanna grin (Straight up)

Seems like all the models just be fallin' in my DMs (Yeah)

Coolant on the TEC, it get hot like Scorpion (Hot)

I'll burn his ass, lil' buster

You thought it was straight, I got some chemicals in this magazine

I'll perm his ass (Mark ass nigga)

Wanna be a gangster, but he misguided (Bitch)

I'll learn his ass (On God, nigga)

He went against me and they called 9-1-1 (21)

They had to infirm' his ass (You gon' be next, nigga)

"How many tops you done got popped?" Whole bunch

"How many times you ran from the smoke?" Nigga, not once

Eastside nigga fuckin' all the hoes, and I love guns

Ain't no fucking diamonds in my mouth, nigga, these gold fronts

And we known to handle all the business, nigga, ASAP

Had her at the slaughterhouse, how the fuck you cape that?

Ain't no body shots, nigga, you know I told him face that

Now he in the ocean, heard they hit him in his wave cap

You took your shot and you missed it (21)

I just beat it up and you kissed it (Ugh)

Took the rap game and I milked it (Yeah)

Took the rap beef and I killed it

Neck all froze like Sub Zero, dawg (Straight up)

He wifed a thot, he a hero, dawg (Straight up)

All I care about is my dinero, dawg (On God)

Only thing I'm chasing is dineros, dawg (Straight up)

Dread-headed killer like Cyrax (21)

Brought a gun to a fist fight like Jax (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)

Nah, fuck that, only thing scare me is a rat (Snitch)

Slaughter Gang, pick your poison, dagger or the axe (Straight up)

Stand-up guy, they respect my mind (On God)

If you foul out, get a tech', my nine (Straight up)

If you ain't a hundred, don't text my line (Lil' bitch)

If you know you hatin', don't check my Live (Snitch)

You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal

Ain't nothin' changed, I'll slaughter your daughter

She said she was a dime, but her friend was a quarter

I had a threesome, then I flushed the rubber down the toilet

She tried to give me head, it was boring

Codeine got a nigga snoring

I wonder if she would've slept with the poor me

Savage keep a Draco and it corn beef

Chopper cut you up like Kitana (Ching-ching)

My chopper in the band, it's a drummer (Drum roll)

Russell Westbrook, I was strikin' like the Thunder (Whoa, whoa)

You was somewhere runnin' 'round whinin' to your mama (21)

Y'all play conservative, we gon' send a blitz (Straight up)

I'm the type to catch a tech', foul, hit him in his shit (On God)

He think he a made man, hit him in the head (Pussy)

Don't you try to run now, hit him in the leg (Rraow)

People wanna say the stuff I say, but they be scared (Pussy)

Jab turn a light-skin pretty boy red (21)

It's a fatality if you try to handle me (Yeah)

Real top shotta, don't you ever try to ramp with me (On God)

Got enough bullets that could kill your whole camp with me (Rrah)

I was bad as hell in school, they even tried to counsel me (21)

I don't like to talk, don't you try to tongue-wrestle me (On God)

And my block good, you'll never get the best of me (Straight up)

You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal

Ain't nothin' changed, I'll slaughter your daughter

She said she was a dime, but her friend was a quarter

I had a threesome, then I flushed the rubber down the toilet

She tried to give me head, it was boring

Codeine got a nigga snoring

I wonder if she would've slept with the poor me

Savage keep a Draco and it corn beef

Issa lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Drake & Young Thug)

 [21 Savage (Young Thug):]

Issa Kylie, might be Jenner, hol' up

(Let's fight about it, hol' up, she leave wit' the winner, hol' up)

Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas

N-n-n-n-narcos

Wheezy Beatz

[Young Thug:]

Issa, issa, issa

Issa

Issa, issa, issa

Issa

[21 Savage (Young Thug):]

Issa knife, dawg (Issa knife) I got stripes, dawg

What's in that Wraith, Savage? It's some white, dawg

It's some nose-wipe (Wipe), that's a slime (Slime)

Chopper singin' (Singin'), Ginuwine (Brrrrr)

I'm on Air One (Damn), issa nine (Nine)

On Gresham road (Gresham), all the time (Everytime)

I be cheatin' (Nah), she be cryin' (Cry)

She tell the truth, I be lyin' (I be lyin')

Issa paintin' (Bitch, that's art), half a ticket (Half a ticket)

Issa Kylie (Boss), might be Jenner, hol' up (Hol' up)

Issa jet (Phew), issa check (Check)

Issa savage (Issa savage), now she wet (Now she wet)

Issa Pyrex (Woo), I got crack (I got crinack)

Got a coolin' system, issa Tec (Thu thu thu thu thu)

If your bitch spend the night, issa sex (Slime)

If your watch ain't cost a hundred, it ain't shit (It ain't shit, slime)

[Young Thug:]

Issa X (Lil' nigga), it's respect

If she don't check 'em (What she gon' do?), issa next (Next)

Issa slice (Slice), yes or not (Yes or no?)

Only one body (Only one body), issa squash (Hah)

I'm out the gutter, dawg, nigga, I'm real raw

Nigga I got real hitters (I got real hitters)

Issa gravedigger (Graves)

Nigga, I'm real raw (Real raw)

Issa babysitter (Ya dig?)

Oh, that's a real kiddie? (Real child?)

Nigga, that's a real stripper (Fool)

I see whiskers (Cat), he scared, issa pig (Issa pig)

Could've been had 'em, talk to Rika instead (yeah, yeah)

Tremendous pool, issa livin' room

We tigers in the streets, bitch, tycoon (Woop)

Nigga, issa Patek, nigga, issa necklace (Patek)

Nigga, issa knife, came for a slice (Came for a what?)

Better get right (Fool), nigga get diced (Slime god)

Never tell the truth, issa lie (On God)

[Drake (Young Thug):]

Issa 21 (Young savage), issa Jeff (Issa Jeffery)

Issa profit, dawg (Big racks), issa net (Got it on score)

I watched you go sell four million, issa stretch (Issa, issa)

You gave somethin' to the cops, issa sketch (Issa picture)

Issa drawin' (It's Picasso), issa foreign (Foreign, skrrrrt)

This look fun (this looks fun), that looks borin' (That looks dumb)

Girl, stop textin' me so much, issa 'nnoying (Bitch, stop texting me)

Issa bloody LaFerrari, issa fortune (Skrrt skrrrrrt)

[21 Savage (Young Thug):]

Issa duffle bag (Duffle), issa Goyard (Goyard)

That's a pump fake (Oops), this a whole car (Whole car)

Issa VVS (VVS), and it's swimmin' (Swimmin')

I'm a gang banger (Gang), I'm lieutenant

(Issa Thugger, issa lieutenant)

(Boy with all the fuckery, issa menace)

(Tell me your target, tell me your bargain)

(Please don't scream, it's an arson)

Issa Rolls Royce (Skrrt, skrrt) and it's tinted (Skrrt, skrrt)

Spent your bank account (On God) at the dentist

Issa a Bentley (Skrrt, skrrt), it ain't rented (Hell nah)

Issa diss song, now they missin' (Tried to tell 'em)

(Issa brown bag, issa blue cash)

(Issa coup that's fast, issa green Xan)

(Issa moshpit, issa bandana)

(Issa Taliban, Alexander McQueen)

[Drake (Young Thug):]

Issa 40 (Forty, shorty), issa 30 (Thirty, thirty)

Issa Dessy (Issa Dessy), y'all not ready (Y'all ain't ready)

Issa nail polish (Issa nail polish), bitch, I'm petty (The most)

Issa ton of these (Issa ton), Six God heavy (Six God heavy, ayy)

Issa YSL (Slime), issa PDE (Slime)

That's my old ting (That's my old ting), issa TBT (Hah)

Issa tax bracket (Tax bracket), issa Stoney jacket (Stoney jacket)

World is mine now (World is miiiine), it's on Tony status (It's on Tony status)

[21 Savage {Young Thug}:]

Nigga, don't argue (Argue), nigga, you pardoned (Pardoned)

Nigga, gon' harm you (Harm you), nigga, we heartless (Heartless)

And I got a 'Rari ('Rari), and I got a Harley {And I got a Harley}

And I got Saint Laurent {I got Saint Laurent} on my garments {On my garments}

Issa 21, issa rat, issa pump, issa killer

Issa pistol, iss' dismissal, issa kiss, if we catch her, yes, we kissed her

Iss' dismissal, iss' dismiss you, issa pistol, issa spillin'

Issa spillin', issa I'm bigger, issa {Woah}

Issum killers, issum hitters, issa hit 'em with some missiles

Issa (Shit), issa (Gotta hit 'em), issa fuck it, issa fuck 'em

Issa fuck 'em, issa bust 'em, issa truck 'em, issa fuck 'em

Issa buck 'em, issa just don't cuff 'em, 21

[Young Thug:]

Issa, issa, issa, issa, issa

Issa, issa... Issa

Issa, issa, issa... Issa

Issa, issa, issa... Issa

Issa... slight problem, niggas poppin' like some popcorn, nigga

Hit your bitch with my socks on, nigga (Now they turnt)

Issa, issa, issa knife, lil' nigga

Know some hitters out the 9th, lil' nigga

Lazy Susan lyrics - 21 Savage & Rich Brian (feat. Warren Hue & Masiwei)

 (from "Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings" soundtrack)

[NIKI:]

这是88rising

[MaSiWei:]

你往哪儿跑

这里的每一个角落都被我们接管到了

最强的梯队 不留给你机会

你以为我跟你开玩笑的嗦

劳力士two tone

你老的像古董

而我们不普通

我财富在源源不断的被补充

向顶端move on

我们有太多的代沟

今晚的比赛你快溜

无数次谋杀了伴奏

当领头羊我走在前头

Uh, yeah, you know

趁我的刀没出鞘你快点走

我的每个动作都要比你先

我要做到和JAY-Z, Puff比肩

我们泡在录音棚里像群科学家

这是我的DNA没人剥夺它

把桌子转起来

有我在 My whole team eat

票儿摞起来

有我在 My whole team eat

只要你是我的兄弟老子绝对挺你

要想拿走我的老子绝不允许

一马平川

数不尽的灵感

缩在录音棚里就能创造金山银山

我们不仅成都超

在东京涩谷超

赚钱像巴菲特

一路飙升炒股票

[Rich Brian:]

Uh

Man, I been steerin' clear of simpin'

And I'm rappin' with no cussin' 'cause the bag is thick

I got a whip and I ain't even touch it yet

I'm only rockin' with myself, my momma said it's for the best

I went through 2020, I could go through anything, I bet

Missin' shows and I miss my folks

I don't really miss the ones that never like to see me grow

Yeah, my life be like the movies that you see on Vimeo

Hit the pause a couple times but now I'm really back on go

Yeah

I got a story, it's 'bout a warrior, he fight the wars in the booth

Look in the mirror, it's never too clear that he walkin' 'round in his shoes

It's never too easy to carry the weight, it's easy for you to assume

He makin' dreams and he make 'em true, he don't got no time for excuse

'Cause I got emotions I've been lettin' go that I can't bottle up (Ay ay)

I'm just wild, so really, I'm myself when I be wildin' out (Ay ay)

I'm a scary sight like alligators in aquariums

I see you celebratin', time to clean yo damn confetti up

I've been inside the house so much I could prolly lick all the soles of my shoes

I never buy into the lies, in my head only I decide if it's true

I might just go out for a run with a pepper spray or a mini gun

Dude, get out my way, I ain't havin' fun 'cept for that one time

Sick of the limelight, doctor said just stay in the casa

Don't need friends, I just need the Wi-Fi

I'm so blessed I repeat the mantra

Bluetooth speakers playin' that fye fye

Reminiscin' 'bout the times I was sky high

Payin' the bills, man, I don't need the Prada

My girl is spicy and salty like Mala (21)

I'm really bein' myself when I wild out, yeah (Bitch, 21)

[21 Savage:]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

21

Yeah, straight up, straight up

Yeah, big dawg and I run my side (21, 21)

I got all my brothers dead or alive (On God)

You know I ain't friendly, I ain't givin' no high fives (You know)

And my bankroll long, it's like stocks how it rise (Straight up)

Boss man, 'bout my business, what I be (21)

I won't get no sleep until I touch a beat (On God)

Had to throw away my feelings, I was in the street (Straight up)

Trials and tribulations, inspiration for these beats (Facts)

I go cuckoo for the dough, though

Jason mask, that's my logo

He be whinin', that's my bro though

Pass it off, Tony Romo

Real gangsta, I be solo

I was poppin' for the promo

We don't talk, yeah that's the bro code

Gentleman, I don't do low blows (21, 21)

Tell them folks to cut my check

Every verse I'm on, they keep my best (Straight up)

Actin' like a stalker, she obsessed (On God)

Eight-figure deals on my desk (Facts)

Little boy, this ain't checkers, this is chess (21)

And you better pay the IRS (On God)

Catchin', catchin', fightin' demons, lil bruh he possessed

Take it off and put it on, they know I be fresh (21)

Kicked her to the curb, now she actin' all depressed (Stupid, stupid)

[Warren Hue:]

Kick fast, too quick, swing jab, left hook

Right hook, big math, rich bags, duffle bag

I might run a lap, I'm gon' run the world over

Couple swerves over these new rappers

Lee on ya boys, capisce, I'm done

Okay, oh, cool, at least you know I made it dude

The keys, the pool, the jewels that I don't really use

Man, what's the use? Like Thundercat and Mac

I'm swimmin' deep inside your circle

Nvm, I'm out your circle, rock the pen

I'm out of the box, if I'm in one, I'll cop a garage

Yeah, I been one, you ain't the top

I got big lungs in case you want smoke

I don't feel none 'cause I'm the G.O.A.T.

I'm the villain, y'all are some jokes

Is this still funny? I'm on ya head, chill

Kill rappers, I'm doin' headshots, left side, right side

Bedside, chains hang, Led Zep', y'all Camp Rock

Rock dead stock every time I step out

Broad daylight, I'm out, this a lesson, seminar

Let 'em know dogs out, let 'em know, let 'em know

Let 'em know, let 'em know

Let's Get It (Remix) lyrics - Hunxho & 21 Savage

 Ayo, Ran, run that up

Yeah, we piped up, whole gang blicked

Two tone, fuck it (Huh)

Rude flow, penthouse, roof floor

Schooled a bitch, Ju-Co

He popped his gun he juiced up

I don't even smoke, but if I did my blunt be too stuffed

Fuck it I won't buss it, I'm a pull out (Yeah)

Got two sticks inside the couch and it's a pull-out

Yeah, I'm on my gang shit

Whole gang bang shit

Whole thang gang shit

In a Benz I'm tryna lane switch

Shootin' shit (Yeah)

Still free Lil John, and who he rolled with

If he silent, just know I'll whack him, just be on cool shit

I got this fully automatic, you can't run through the back street

Straight up out that (Yeah, yeah)

Everybody got a blick and they with it, hell yeah

Shawty give me egg head, shawty give me dumb head

Lil bro on them perks and he gone chew it just like gum, yeah

Free Lil Deek out the can, know he going dumb, yeah

She gone charge you for that pussy, I ain't tripping you a bum, yeah

Stick with a drum yeah, hole in one, hole in head

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's get it

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's get it

Woah, woah, blick it

Fuck that, stick it (21)

Knock him out his britches (Pussy)

Switchy on my glizzy (Pussy)

Drum hold fifty (Pussy)

Tryna stuff all my opps in this damn swishy (Pussy)

You must ain't heard the rundown, Savage get your ass gunned down (21)

Central drive to G-block I done heard 'bout every gun sound

You know when that stick go off it's different, you can feel it in the ground (Pow, pow, pow)

You know if you chose that side it's over with, you can't never come around (Pussy)

Aye, aye, aye, I'm 'bout my dollar (21, 21)

Really up a dub, but I lace your bitch in Prada (On God)

Put her in a Benz, take her out of that Impala (21)

And I'm pushing ski, lil' bitch, I'm player, pop my collar (Yessirski)

Your baby daddy don't want no problem (Facts)

He know I'm big 4L, we known for making niggas holler (On God)

I rock Christian Dior, that nigga walk 'round in Zara (21)

They stepped on, they stepsons, I treat opps like toddlers (Pussy)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's get it

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's get it

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's get it

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's get it

Never Had Shit lyrics - 21 Savage & Lil' Duke

 We some young niggas, we ain't really never had shit

If a nigga play with me, my nigga, I bet he hit black quick

Whole lotta money on me and I bet I keep a bad bitch

Coming for ya spot, yes I brought the Savage

Roll the window down and let it spray sideways

Catch a nigga slipping, hit 'em in the driveway

You better have my money, big worm, Friday

I let this motherfucker sing like it's Sade

I let that motherfucker sing on 'em

You wanna buy that bitch a ring, don't you?

I give that bitch to the team homie

Rich nigga shit, we ain't drinking green homie

I ain't never had shit though

Young savage, I done hit a lot of kick though

I got Duke in this bitch fool

Yeah I bang red nigga but he bang blue

Chopper turn that four door to a damn coupe

Bet' not piss me [?] bitch, I'm on that damn boot

Ten four show you lead up with yo' damn boo

Nigga back-end's going through the damn roof

Last nigga tried me, left that pussy paralyzed

Rock a bye that baby, sing his ass a lullaby

I was with yo' bitch and nigga that's my alibi

You say you gangsta nigga, how the hell you testify

We some young niggas, we ain't really never had shit

If a nigga play with me, my nigga, I bet he hit black quick

Whole lotta money on me and I bet I keep a bad bitch

Coming for ya spot, yes I brought the Savage

Roll the window down and let it spray sideways

Catch a nigga slipping, hit 'em in the driveway

You better have my money, big worm, Friday

I let this motherfucker sing like it's Sade

Fucked a nigga bih first night, gave her lockjaw

Oh you tote a gun but ain't gon' shoot it if it pop off

Pull up in that 90, now me emergency like cop cars

Backstage at my show getting head [?]

Momma raised a savage, always knew I had it

Fucked a bitch in Magic and took her to the mattress

Gambling was a habit, mistake me with the fashion

Smoke the strongest gas [?]

These niggas act, as I'm fucking on a actress

And it's in the movie but she like it from the back

Since a young nigga I been chasing after racks

We just some young niggas, we ain't never had shit

We some young niggas, we ain't really never had shit

If a nigga play with me, my nigga, I bet he hit black quick

Whole lotta money on me and I bet I keep a bad bitch

Coming for ya spot, yes I brought the Savage

Roll the window down and let it spray sideways

Catch a nigga slipping, hit 'em in the driveway

You better have my money, big worm, Friday

I let this motherfucker sing like it's Sade

Nino Brown lyrics - 21 Savage

 Am I my brother's keeper? Nino Brown

100,000 off a beeper, Nino Brown

I can't believe that my homie was a rat, Nino Brown

And my dopeman still smokin' crack, Nino Brown

50 bricks in the projects, Nino Brown

50 broad day in apartments, Nino Brown

I'mma take over the whole city, Nino Brown

I'mma run me up a whole milli', Nino Brown

21 Savage, I feel like Nino

In aparments, shootin' Cee-lo

Got lil hair with me, and 3 kilos

Finna remix a nigga at the stove

I feel like Nino in the carter sellin' dope

Only differents nigga I'm on that glint Monroe

Splashing with the water when it leave the stove

When it lock up, that mean I struck gold

I feel like Nino (yes I do)

I feel like Nino (yes I do, nigga)

All this damn money got me feelin' like Nino

All this damn money got me feelin' like Nino

21!

Am I my brother's keeper? Nino Brown

100,000 off a beeper, Nino Brown

I can't believe that my homie was a rat, Nino Brown

And my dopeman still smokin' crack, Nino Brown

50 bricks in the projects, Nino Brown

50 broad day in apartments, Nino Brown

I'mma take over the whole city, Nino Brown

I'mma run me up a whole milli', Nino Brown

I need a rockin' bod baby like Keisha

Down bitch don't check you with a nina

She gave me loyalty, I gave that bitch a Beamer

She gave me more, I put a quarter on her finger

These niggas workin' with reinforcements like G Money

But you can't break my operation, I'm gettin' money

I got a 100 round drum my choppa gunnin'

[?] snitched on me they [?]

Fuck the fame nigga

Bitch switch she get dro in champagne, nigga

Rottweiler off the leash, I'm off the chain, nigga

This the life when you sellin' cocaine, nigga

Am I my brother's keeper? Nino Brown

100,000 off a beeper, Nino Brown

I can't believe that my homie was a rat, Nino Brown

And my dopeman still smokin' crack, Nino Brown

50 bricks in the projects, Nino Brown

50 broad day in apartments, Nino Brown

I'mma take over the whole city, Nino Brown

I'mma run me up a whole milli', Nino Brown

No Debate lyrics - 21 Savage

 Woah, woah, woah

Oh, that's how y'all feel? Okay

Keep that same energy

Woah, woah, yeah

Woah, yeah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah

Niggas go to switchin' sides, bitches go to switchin' sides

My lil' brother walkin' on crutches, but he still'll ride

I can't find the words to describe what I feel inside

Go against the gang, you ain't heard? That's like suicide

Pillar box, grab a Glock, spray a block, that's how we slide

Spin that bitch again, nigga, we don't care 'bout who done died

Go to war with everybody if my crew decide

Ain't no fuckin' middle, nigga, better chose a side

No respect for Instagram gangsters, gotta tag something

He was talkin' crazy, caught him lackin' at a gas pump

Start a war, then hide in the house, you get your man slumped

Shots out the Draco, ain't no chaser, got his ass drunk

Every time my voice come on the beat, that shit got mad bump

Nudy smokin' fetus funk, check the score, they ass skunk

Headshot, his forehead lump, flip the switch, nigga, dump

4L love me, they protect me, secret service like I'm Trump

You can feel my presence before I came in the building

I'ma put some condos in my hood, I get a billion

Lost my right hand and my arms and it killed me

Wash away the trauma with the drugs, but I need therapy

My daddy broke my momma heart, why she carry me?

I don't respect him enough to even ask him for the clarity

I just want my girl to hold me down and not embarrass me

Treat me how you treat your Birkin bags, baby, cherish me

You heard I don't like you, nigga, now you wanna blast me

If you was a man, you would've had the balls to ask me

I want everybody on, I don't care 'bout who pass me

Knowin' if I turn my back, you probably still gon' stab me

I ain't wanna jump inside the streets, but they grabbed me

Know you want me back, but bitch, you played me when you had me

Gotta make it home, I got some people call me daddy

They depend on me, that's why I bulletproof the Caddy

Take a couple Ms, put 'em in a safe

Then I took my brothers and put 'em all in place

I know niggas envy, I know niggas hate

Shots out the Draco, put 'em in his face

When it come to smoke, I'm givin' what they take

I freed up my calendar, nigga, pick a date

Got a lot to lose, tryin' not to bite the bait

When it's up, it's up, it ain't never for debate

No More lyrics - Metro Boomin (feat. Travis Scott, Kodak Black & 21 Savage)

 [Travis Scott:]

You know, the comedown, we really feeling soothing

The comeup got 'em all oozing

Took a one way to take it out of Houston

Took the Metro and we was still booming

I just pour 'til I can't pour no more

I slow down but it ain't slow no more

I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more

I pour up 'til I can't pour no more

I slow down but it ain't slow no more

I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more

[Kodak Black:]

Nowadays I be on ecstasy when I'm bored

I don't even know who keep it real anymore

All that living fast, pour the lean, make ya snore

You know I ain't that nigga to be played, do your homework

If I could do it all over, I'd make the same mistakes

All that fucking over made me who I am today

Slime Maybach with the drapes, you can't see me crash

I was in the school, don't see you pass

I tried the Percy but it ain't work, and I'm a still pop 'em

Drinking purple, smokin' purp, I need to see a body

All that pain, I'm poppin' molly like a antibiotic

I can't help that I'm a zombie, I can't heal my heartache

I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more

Tryna be faded but I can't hold no more

I wanted fame but I don't know no more

I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more

Tryna be faded but I can't hold no more

I wanted fame but I don't know no more

[21 Savage:]

Tried love but I can't no more (Nah)

Tryna find loyalty, it ain't no more (Nah)

Told myself I wasn't gonna drink no more (On God)

It's like the styrofoam glued to me though (Straight up)

I feel weak for using drugs to ease the pain (21)

From the street, concrete in my vein (Straight up)

Lil bit of change make a nigga change (On God)

Different tax bracket but my number still the same (Facts)

I done seen dope turn a nigga who had hope

To a nigga with no hope, hung himself by a rope (Straight up)

No joke 'cause he didn't know the ropes

And he served an undercover, judge gave his ass a boat (Facts)

I done seen fame turn a nigga on his bro

Turn a bitch into a nigga, nigga turned into a ho (21)

Identity crisis, people don't know who they is

'Cause these bitches act like niggas

And these niggas act like hoes (Straight up)

Shooting for the moon but the stars just fine (21)

Tryna make a dollar and I'm short nine dimes (21)

You know I'm a hustler, I'ma grind 'bout mine (21)

Long as I got Metro, nigga I'm gon' shine

[21 Savage, Travis Scott, & Kodak Black:]

I sip drank until I can't no more

Pour up the lean until I can't no more

One more cup, I think I just might snore

I sip drank until I can't no more

Pour up the lean until I can't no more

One more cup, I think I just might snore

I just pour 'til I can't pour no more

I slow down but it ain't slow no more

I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more

I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more

Tryna be faded but I can't hold no more

I wanted fame but I don't know no more

(Lord, save the world

Lord, save the world

Lord, save the world)

Lord, save the world (Lord, save the world)

Lord, save the world (Lord, save the world)

From this hunger for power (Lord, save the world)

From certain destruction's hour

Motherfuckers cannot listen to that fuckin' save the world shit

No, I don't like it

We are totally against that shit

You stream it, iPhone or your phone, whatever

I'm taking the shit and I'm here to tell you

I'm here to keep rap the fucking same

He's trying to save it, I'm not

You'll all be heroes

No Target lyrics - 21 Savage

 Ya, ya

21, 21, 21

Ya, ya, ya, ya

I got dope fiends and task force knockin'

When you get more money then you get more problems

If this rap don't work then I'm a start back robbin'

It's a couple niggas up but the streets still starvin'

How the fuck is you a shooter, you ain't hit no target

Bitch I'm 21 Savage and I do not argue

Niggas always in they feelin's cause they soft like Charmin

But I'm screamin' fuck feelin's nigga where's my condom

Ain't no incidental

Sticks inside the rental

Slide the door back

Shoot you out this rental

I don't need a shooter

Savage, he'll shoot ya

Smokin' on a Cuban

But I still eat noodles

VVS's, wow-wow

Bitch I let you wow-wow

That Tec'll bless ya, wow

21, pew-pew-pew, blaow

I finesse'd him, how?

It was easy, how?

He pulled up to the house

I ran off, made him pout, 21

Her booty nice and fat

I put the team on that

Put a beam on that

Slaughter Gang, we screamin' that

I do magic tricks, turn 1 to 2 cat in the hat

You with that sneaky shit, you might get one put in your hat

I got dope fiends and task force knockin'

When you get more money then you get more problems

If this rap don't work then I'm a start back robbin'

It's a couple niggas up but the streets still starvin'

How the fuck is you a shooter, you ain't hit no target

Bitch I'm 21 Savage and I do not argue

Niggas always in they feelin's cause they soft like Charmin

But I'm screamin' fuck feelin's nigga where's my condom

21, 21, 21, 21

21, 21, 21, 21

21, 21, 21, 21

21, 21, 21, 21

I had to let that motherfucker breathe

When I'm up this motherfucker leave

If I'm up this motherfucker I squeeze

If she at my spot she on her knees

Bitch I like to count a lot of cheese

And bitch I like to smoke a lot of weed

I had a perc for this, so don't play with this

You might get sprayed bout this, 21

I got dope fiends and task force knockin'

When you get more money then you get more problems

If this rap don't work then I'm a start back robbin'

It's a couple niggas up but the streets still starvin'

How the fuck is you a shooter, you ain't hit no target

Bitch I'm 21 Savage and I do not argue

Niggas always in they feelin's cause they soft like Charmin

But I'm screamin' fuck feelin's nigga where's my condom

On The Inside lyrics - 21 Savage

 (from "Godfather Of Harlem" soundtrack)

Shit wasn't easy

You know, it took a lot of licks to get where we at now

I was down bad, ain't have a dollar to my name (Straight up)

I was down bad, just my family and my gang (Straight up)

Glock 23, I was prayin' to my flame (On od)

Hit a lick, hope I don't gotta kill for this chain (On God)

Moreland Ave. at the Checker's, 38 special (21)

Last nigga tried to rob me? On a stretcher (Facts)

I don't never have a plug, nigga, cause I ask him (21)

Zone 6, get my cars washed on Gresham (On God)

Ran off with your buddy pack, he don't want no problems (Lil' bih)

21 Savage, you can call me King Nut Dropper (Yeah)

Jumpin' crew to crew, your favorite rapper a hood hopper (Yeah)

Trappin' with this rifle, we don't need no door stopper

Gold grill, dawg (Dawg), I go hard (I go hard)

Your niggas soft (Niggas soft), Corn on the cob (Corn on the cob)

He an intern, ain't got no job (Yeah, yeah)

If this rap don't work, nigga, I'ma rob (On God)

Yeah I'm shinin', but I'm dark on the inside

Some of my brothers lost they heart on the inside

I can't lie, it broke my heart when my friends died

We gon' make that choppa spark 'til your friends cry

Spin the block 'til your friends cry

Never question God, I'm a fearin' child

I'ma ride for the gang 'til I'm not alive

I'ma up and let it bang 'til I'm not alive

Nigga, I just bite, I don't bark (I don't bark, bro)

I just send hits, I don't arc (Leave that to the hoes)

You think that you the Hulk, but this ain't Marvel (This ain't Marvel, bro)

I hit your main thing, that shit was hard (Shit was garbage, bro)

Got a girl named Keisha (Yeah)

Got a girl named Lisa (Yeah)

Girl named Britney, girl named Whitney (21)

Main girl crazy, don't you leave no hickeys (21)

I be in the strip club even when I'm sixty (Straight up)

I'ma tote a AK even when I'm fifty

Let them niggas split the drum, both of them get fifty

You can get shot, believe it or not, nigga, this ain't Ripley

Pulled my ding-a-ling out, she thought it was a Blimpy

Lil' boy, I'm a killer whale, you could never shrimp me

Fronted me 300 bags, that shit there was tempting

Whole pointer VVS's, got my neck rinsing

Chinese bitch, don't know her name, I just call her Ling Ling

Made a couple M's, spent a quarter on a ring-ring

Cash Money, '99, bitch, I got that bling-bling

Never was a kingpin, beat a couple drug stings

She think she my one and only

But she just a summer fling

Yeah I'm shinin', but I'm dark on the inside

Some of my brothers lost they heart on the inside

I can't lie, it broke my heart when my friends died

We gon' make that choppa spark 'til your friends cry

Spin the block 'til your friends cry

Never question God, I'm a fearin' child

I'ma ride for the gang 'til I'm not alive

I'ma up and let it bang 'til I'm not alive

One Foot lyrics - 21 Savage

 21, 21

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

21, 21

I got one foot in, one foot out

One foot in, one foot out

I really wanna rap but this trapping what I'm 'bout

Really wanna rap but this trapping what I'm 'bout

I got one foot in, one foot out

One foot in, one foot out

Catch me at the studio or at the trap house

Pull up right now, I'll serve you right now

Pull up in a 'Rari

Pull up on a Harley

Hanging out the window

.223 it hit like; pew-pew, pew-pew

Bitch, I'm posted in the VIP

With the drank sipping sip

Nigga know that when I pull up they gon' dip (They gon' dip)

When I pull it off the hip I'ma hit (I'ma hit)

I don't give a fuck about a bitch, nigga, fuck a bitch

I'm a Slaughter Gang Savage, niggas know we with the shit

All my Murder Gang niggas pulling up they with the shit

All my Billy Bros pulling up and hopping out with sticks

Since a youngin I been thuggin', I been flipping fuckin' clips

I got one foot in, one foot out

One foot in, one foot out

I really wanna rap but this trapping what I'm 'bout

Really wanna rap but this trapping what I'm 'bout

I got one foot in, one foot out

One foot in, one foot out

Catch me at the studio or at the trap house

Pull up right now, I'll serve you right now

Bitch, I'm gang, gang

What I claim, claim

Nigga bang, bang

Got a stain, stain

Hit 'em with that .223, now that shit stain, stain

I pull up on your wife, you know I'm fuckin' on your main

Diamonds on my ring

Pinky ring bling

Watch, chain, ring

Nigga, you can't hang

You know I sell cocaine

Fuckin' on a nigga bitch

And then I pulled up in that 'Rari, then I left in that M6

Bitch, I'm really in the 6, and all my niggas with the shit

All my niggas selling bricks, walking 'round with extended clips

Young nigga ready to trip, young nigga get ya hit

Five thousand dollar, nigga, get a pussy nigga killed

I got one foot in, one foot out

One foot in, one foot out

I really wanna rap but this trapping what I'm 'bout

Really wanna rap but this trapping what I'm 'bout

I got one foot in, one foot out

One foot in, one foot out

Catch me at the studio or at the trap house

Pull up right now, I'll serve you right now

One Mic, One Gun lyrics - Nas & 21 Savage

 [21 Savage:]

Ain't no back and forth, ain't no left or right (21, 21)

I got King's Disease but I move like a knight (21, 21)

Rappers bandwagon tryna get some likes (21, 21)

I do it for the fam', never for the hype (21, 21)

When you turn to legend, no such thing as relevance (21, 21)

They must've forgot that I'm a new rapper that got integrity (21, 21)

All of the media and blogs, that's just a place I don't care to be (21, 21)

Most of these niggas wouldn't say shit if they was ahead of me (Hit-Boy)

[Nas:]

No back and forth, I did it back then, I do it right now (Woo)

I opened a lane for my era, I'm goated, they gave me the crown

G.O.A.T. with all the success, the negative press, I'm watchin' it pile (Uh)

They sayin' that black music dyin', I'm sayin', "They wipin' us out"

But look at me now, damn, y'all, look at me now

Whatever I do is N.Y., I'm keepin' it Queens 'cause that's my side (What up?)

I shook up the town, I shook up the city, I shook up the state

I'm with 21 on my second run, this shit come with age

It's a conversation (Woo), it's determination (Yeah)

Your interpretation, I just shocked the nation (Oh)

Did my tour with The Wu', I came back and I set the pace (Woah)

They just ran in one of my cribs and took what? I replaced it (Haha)

Two caucasians up out of their faces

Most of y'all assumed that they was black, it's exploitation (Black Caesar)

They ain't know that I see everything, invested in Ring

It's cool to be mainstream, I'd rather be timeless

That's if we keepin' it P, 21

[21 Savage:]

(21, 21)

I'm on that same trajectory

Bullet wounds and jail cells couldn't stop me, this my destiny

Never controversial, I'm mad the fans expected less from me

Nigga sneezed around me, wipe his nose, won't get no bless from me

Fuck the jewelry, I rather buy land and invest successfully

I got all type of stocks and bonds, Kehinde Wiley on my wall

And I'ma pass it to my son

If Savage like the capo that mean Escobar the don, one mic', one gun

My net worth like eight figures, I'm workin' on gettin' me nine

You know that I'm one of them niggas, I ain't doin' no cappin' or lyin'

You rappers be chasin' the hype, I do it and I don't be tryin'

I ain't goin' against no legend, nigga, I'm tryna be next in line

They actin' like I just popped, I was platinum before I signed

I went platinum without no features, I put platinum on your mind

This Glock I got two-tone, and this bitch don't bust no rhyme

They wanna see me fucked so they could deport me like I'm Shyne

[Nas:]

No back and forth, I did it back then, I do it right now (Woo)

They tellin' me that I'm the G-O-A-T, I been here for a while

G.O.A.T., love me today, hate me tomorrow, no switchin' my style

21, Yak', y'all get together, be big for the South (The globe)

But look at me now, damn, y'all, look at me now (Uh)

Whatever I do is New York, you hear that shit all in my vowels (Grrt)

I shook up the town, I shook up the city, I shook up the state

I'm one of them ones, on my second run, I'm on a new wave (Wave)

Two kings

We're sendin' love to the whole culture

21, Esco, Mass Appeal, Slaughter Gang

This shit too easy, king

Opp Stoppa (Remix) lyrics - YBN Nahmir & 21 Savage

 [YBN Nahmir (21 Savage):]

(21, pussy, pussy) Shh, shh, sheesh

Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas, man

What are all these niggas talkin' 'bout?

Ice cream ass niggas

Ayy (Ayy, sheesh)

[YBN Nahmir:]

I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket

If it's war, we ain't playin' games, bitch, we get it started

I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred, nigga, I'm a gunner

When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama

Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops

I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama

Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa baby, but I keep a llama

Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda

All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie

Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body?

We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy

I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Ryan

And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's

A nigga keep it silent in L.A. I keep a clip though

'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole

And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us

Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops

I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama

Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama

Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda

[21 Savage:]

Ayy, big dawg Savage (21)

Toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (On God)

Ratchet bitch suck me while I'm drivin', she from Dallas (Straight up)

Lil' mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21)

My model bitch be smokin' all the 'Woods, she from Cali' (21)

In my Testarossa (21), my pistol out the holster (On God)

I'm double cuppin' syrup, bitch, I don't need no coaster (Facts)

Opps want promotion (Pussy), we put 'em on a poster (Pussy)

I gunned him down in his own hood 'cause he local (Pussy)

My watch ten bricks (God shit)

Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21)

Bitch, smell my fragrance, you can't tell me I ain't rich (21)

Big 4L, I ain't shakin' no hand with no snitch (21)

[YBN Nahmir:]

Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops

I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama

Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama

Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda

Ah, that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops

I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama

Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama

Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda

Pass Her lyrics - 21 Savage

 Good job, First

All the bitches want me (21)

I got all the bitches thirsty (On God)

Got a pop star backstage slurpin' (21)

She just got engaged, but the bitch still twerkin' (21)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

Hit her in the bathroom, I ain't got time to kiss her (Yeah)

I didn't go to prom, I couldn't get in with my pistol (21)

Hi-Tec red, dog, this ain't liquor (On God)

I don't smoke Backwoods, bitch, I smoke Swishers

She gon' lick it up, your bitch wanna lick it up (21)

Got a YouTube bitch, finna pick it up (21)

Got a bitch with double D's, finna titty fuck (On God)

Better call State Farm, I'ma hit and run (God)

I'm a big dog, nigga, you a Scooby snack (Yeah)

Got a bitch from Pasadena, ass stupid fat (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on Glenwood Road, right down where the shooters at (21)

Let my dog in the room, she say she used to that (Facts)

All the bitches want me (21)

I got all the bitches thirsty (On God)

Got a pop star backstage slurpin' (21)

She just got engaged, but the bitch still twerkin' (21)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

I chief on the reefer (Yeah), fuck on the freaks, huh (Yeah, yeah)

Your bitch is a cheater (Yeah, yeah), why the hell you keep her (Yeah, yeah)

Say she vegetarian (Yeah, yeah), but she a meat eater (Yeah, yeah)

This bitch hot and ready (Yeah, yeah), I call her my little Caesar (Yeah, yeah)

Ain't got time to flirt, I'ma put it in your skirt (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Dead fresh, bitch my outfit came with a hearse (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Savage got a stripper bitch, and Savage got a nurse (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Savage got her in the bedroom, now she cursed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

All the bitches want me (21)

I got all the bitches thirsty (On God)

Got a pop star backstage slurpin' (21)

She just got engaged, but the bitch still twerkin' (21)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

All the bitches want me (21)

I got all the bitches thirsty (On God)

Got a pop star backstage slurpin' (21)

She just got engaged, but the bitch still twerkin' (21)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

Pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah), pass her to the gang (Yeah, yeah)

Pause lyrics - 21 Savage

 Aye

Hunnid K spent on a whip

Hunnid K spent on a whip

Hunnid K spent on a whip

Hunnid K spent on a whip

Young Metro

Hunnid K spent on a whip (Metro)

Hunnid K spent on a whip (Metro)

Hunnid K spent on a whip (fuck, pop, blip, blip, blip)

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

Hunnid K spent on a whip, pause

Hunnid K spent on my bitch, pause

Hunnid K spent in the VIP, pause

Pause

Whipping up dope in the pot, pause

30 round clip on my Glock, pause

Pull up then somebody shot, pause

Pause (yuh, yuh, yuh)

Niggas callin' 12 (yeah), niggas callin' 12 (21)

We keep it in the street (bitch), we don't want your ass in jail (bitch)

I got clientele (skrrt) off that triple beam scale (skrrt)

Got his ass killed tryna run off with a bale (21)

I just spent 15 hunnid on a belt (belt)

15 hunnid on my main bitch hair (21)

Yeah I'm real right, I took a oath not to tell

If you try the gang, we gon' shoot you like Adele (pop-pop-pop)

I was runnin' up with fifties, man, one-five for a fifty, man

Three grand for a hunnid, man, AK hold a hunnid, man

AK hold two hunnid, man (two), pull up in a mini-van (ooh)

Suckin' on her titties, man, she gon' fuck me an' my man (what?)

I just walked up out the bank, fold my money, bitch, I can't (I can't)

I just drunk a hunnid pints, I just smoked a pound of dank

Yeah, pause, yeah, pause

Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause

Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause

Wow, pause, wow, pause

Hit the dope, pause (skrrt)

Hit your ho, pause (skrrt)

Whip the bowl, pause (skrrt)

Rob the stove, pause (skrrt)

That was back in the day (the day)

But I still walk 'round with K's (the Ks)

But I still catch me a case (a case)

Shot to the head, to the face (the face)

Bitch, you gon' stay in your place (your place)

Bitch, I might nut on your face (your face)

Bitch, I might nut on your buddy (your buddy)

Bitch, ain't no lovin', no cuddlin' (no cuddlin')

Bitch, I'm gon' shoot like I'm Butler (Butler, pow)

Young Savage shoot like D Rose, pause

Young Savage cuffin' these hoes, (nah)

I ain't got nothin' but dick (but balls)

I be on syrup like I cough

Young Metro know that he hot, sauce

Wanna see me, then it's gon' cost

Went from the projects to a loft

Since I was young, I done broke laws

Since I was young, I done broke jaws

She suck the dick like she got four jaws

Bitch I'm a dog with no pause

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

Hol' up, bitch, hol' up

What you talkin' bout?

Bitch, bitch, it ain't 'bout no check

Bitch, bitch, I don't wanna hear that shit

Bitch, bitch, Young Savage in this bitch, bitch

Bitch, tryna nut on all on your main bitch

Bitch, bitch, I'm still with the gang, bitch

Bitch, better stay in your lane, bitch

Yeah, better stay in your lane, ho

Ayy, I got gas like Rainbow

Ayy, I got choppers like Rambo

Ayy, they just freed my nigga, Rambo

Ayy, Slaughter Gang, bitch, and we got ammo

Ayy, I don't wear no motherfuckin' camo

Ayy, I just bought a motherfuckin' Lambo'

Ayy, I just popped the roof and popped the [?]

Fuck it, keep all that

Pressure lyrics - Real Recognize Rio & 21 Savage

 Yeah, yeah

Triple R

Fuck you mean, you don't know DJ Marc B?

Triple R

I'm feelin' this shit

Yeah, yeah, I'm feelin' pressure

Like for real

Triple R

[Real Recognize Rio:]

I'm feelin' pressure, lil' bitch talkin' crazy, want a dip, I'ma let ya'

Nigga ran off on me, know it's OV when I catch you

Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I can't help him

Leave one nigga dead right in the street, he need a stretcher

Wake up everyday and grab the pistol out the dresser

I just poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper

I feel like Kurt Angle, I can't leave without the medal

I can't chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule

Workin' everyday, I swear I'm on another level

Triple R get hot, shit, get to close and I'ma melt ya

Niggas ain't know shit, these niggas smaller than a pebble

I came off fu' shit, my pockets swoller than a wrestler

Told lil' bae she fuckin' with a king like she Coretta

I know nigga who play with them blood like they Griselda

Shawty seen my neck and lost her breath, need an inhaler

I might be trippin' but I ain't slippin', I just know-

I'm feelin' pressure, lil' bitch talkin' crazy, want a dip, I'ma let ya'

Nigga ran off on me, know it's OV when I catch you

Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I can't help him

Leave one nigga dead right in the street, he need a stretcher

Wake up everyday and grab the pistol out the dresser

I just poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper

I feel like Kurt Angle, I can't leave without the medal

I can't chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule

[21 Savage:]

I ain't chasin' none of you hoes, fuck all you niggas

You know how I'm comin', I'm silent like B's, I hustle like Jigga

Slept in the bando with tears, roaches on the floor

Buzz in the bed, swear I was thuggin', it was me and my pistol

Kick me out of school, I went to the hound way before the uniform change

First I was robbin', shootin' and graduatin', started robbin' dice game

Pull up in a skrr-skrr, let it squirt, squirt, 21 gang, gang

Whole crew rockin' Eliantte, nigga we the real chain gang

Still screamin' "Gang, gang" 'til they lock my niggas in the chain gang free

Fourth quarter, three seconds left, nigga you can put it all on me

How you let your problems build up, turn around and let 'em fall on me?

Takin' advantage 'cause I'm good hearted and you can call on me

[Real Recognize Rio:]

I'm feelin' pressure lil' bitch talkin' crazy, want a dip, I'ma let ya'

Nigga ran off on me, know it's OV when I catch you

Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I can't help him

Leave one nigga dead right in the street, he need a stretcher

Wake up everyday and grab the pistol out the dresser

I just poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper

I feel like Kurt Angle, I can't leave without the medal

I can't chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule

Racks In My Pocket lyrics - 21 Savage

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

21 Savage bitch

Ricky Racks

I got racks in my pocket

I got racks in my

Racks in my pocket

I got racks in my pocket

Racks in my pocket

I got racks in my pocket

Racks in my pocket

I got racks in my pocket

Got it

I keep a Glock in my pocket nigga

21, I keep a Glock in my pocket nigga

21, I keep them racks in my pocket

I keep that Glock in my pocket

I keep the racks in my pocket, 21

Yeah I'm in the kitchen nigga scrapin' bowls, savage

I'm in the hotel fuckin' hoes, savage

I count up blue hundreds nigga, yeah-yeah

I hang around with real gunners nigga

21, savage nigga'll hot bun a nigga, ya digg?

Thumbin' through them racks, thumbin' nigga, ya digg?

Bombin' shit like Osama nigga

21, ran off on a nigga momma nigga

21, I fuck niggas sisters

Then they get dismisssed

I can't cuff a bitch

All I do is fuck these hoes

Kick them to the curb

Pull up on a country nigga

Pull a pistol, take his fuckin bird, ya digg?

Bitch, I don't let a nigga dig it

I know that these bitches dig it

I got two bitches kissin'

I'm in the kitchen

Yeah, scrapin' bowls, nigga washin' dishes

21, I'm a boss nigga you a pigeon

21, I'm boss and nigga you a peasant

Glock .40 on me with the hollow tips

Send a fuck nigga straight to Heaven

Hah, freestyle, all I do is freestyle

21, Nick Cannon cause a young nigga wild

21, nah nigga this ain't no motherfuckin' Plies

21, run up on me, get shot in the eye

21, Rollie on me cost like 30 thousand, ya digg?

Got your bitch snortin' coke on a mountain, ya digg?

I be higher than Stone Mountain, ya digg?

Bitch I'm high like Stone Mountain, ya digg?

Diamonds in my watch like Stone Mountain, yeah

Them rocks big, bitch my Glock big

The cop big, the car big, I'm a star bitch

HotNewHipHop, bitch I got a hot new Glock

Got a hot new pot, cookin' crack, cookin' crack

Free Slime Nudy cause he comin' back

Free Young Tel cause he comin' back

Run off with your money, ain't comin' back

Boy you know that shit gone

Boy you know you addin' wrong

Boy you know my money long

And my bitch hair long

And my swisha blunt strong

And my car go fast

And I smoke a lot of gas

I don't sell a lot of swag

But I got a lot of swag

And I spend a lot of cash

Yeah, hit the gas, hit the gas, smash off

Huh, hit her from the back and took her ass off

Bitch you know I like to cash out

Nigga know I like to cash out

Bitch I get it in the cash app

I'm in New York with the Slaughter Gang

Bitch you know we like to slaughter things

We don't want to fuck on your main

We just wanna fuck your side bitch

You know I got a side bitch

And I keep me about five bitch

And I hmmvam like a vibe bitch

Smokin' weed, I know a nigga feel the vibe bitch

Yeah, 21

Red Opps lyrics - 21 Savage

 Yeah, yeah, yeah

I pull up roll the window down and

(Pop pop pop pop pop)

I pull up roll the window down and

(Pop pop pop pop pop)

I pull up roll the window down and

(Pew pew pew)

I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it (Pew Pew Pew)

Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it (Fah Fah Fah Fah)

Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it (Skrt)

Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it (21)

I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, (Shit) Murder Gang shit (Shit)

Slaughter Gang shit, (Shit) Murder Gang shit (Shit)

I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, (Shit) Murder Gang shit (Shit)

Slaughter Gang shit, (Shit) Murder Gang shit (Shit)

I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, take a nigga bitch

Nigga you's a bitch 'cause I ran off with ya shit (21)

I'm a real right Blood and these niggas counterfeit

You don't pull up on the Ave pussy boy you get dipped

I bought a brand new drop and then I poured me up some drop

Young Savage real street nigga, ya'll ain't on no block

Bitch, keep your legs closed 'cause all I want is top

I pull up and pew pew pew pew y'all gone call the cops

(21)

I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it (Pew Pew Pew)

Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it (Fah Fah Fah Fah)

Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it (Skrt)

Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it (21)

I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, (Shit) Murder Gang shit (Shit)

Slaughter Gang shit, (Shit) Murder Gang shit (Shit)

I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, (Shit) Murder Gang shit (Shit)

Slaughter Gang shit, (Shit) Murder Gang shit (Shit)

Two guns up, I don't give a fuck

I'm a big dog lil' nigga you a pup

Pull up at yo spot walk up on it shoot it up

Yo bitch she on the molly yeah I got her booted up (Gang)

You said you was trappin' but I heard that's a lie (Bitch)

Baking soda, cold water, cut the stove on, scrape the side (Bitch)

You can keep the skinny bitch 'cause I like a fat ass and thighs (21)

Bitch I'm Young Savage yo baby daddy know not to try (21)

I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it (Pew Pew Pew)

Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it (Fah Fah Fah Fah)

Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it (Skrt)

Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it (21)

I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, (Shit) Murder Gang shit (Shit)

Slaughter Gang shit, (Shit) Murder Gang shit (Shit)

I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, (Shit) Murder Gang shit (Shit)

Slaughter Gang shit, (Shit) Murder Gang shit (Shit)

Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit

Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit

Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit

Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit

Red Rag, Blue Rag lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Freaky D$MG & Yung Booke)

 [Yung Booke]

I be in the jungle with the lions and gorillas

Give me a butter knife I bet I make them chinchillas

Fuck you got that pistol? You ain't even kin to no killer

All my niggas banging throwing up signs in there pictures

Popping Percs got 10 cups, tryna get my bitch friend to fuck

Hop out bust a nigga then what, you better not flee chuck ya chin up

Where I'm from retaliation is a must, 40 Clip longer then a bus

Turn ya Women Crush into a Slut

Booke Steph Curry in a Clutch, who the fuck said they want war with us?

90 set all I know is 21 Montana murder shit for fun

They just sit around and waiting getting some

You a hoe you talk too crazy you gong six 30

Shouldn't let a fuck nigga walk, now they investigate

[21 Savage]

Red rag, blue rag, nigga what ya banging?

I pour me up a 4 and then I pop me a Xanny

Hate to break the News, Your Favorite Rapper is a Faggot

And ever since a youngin I been motherfucking trapping

I pull up in a Fisker and your bitch gonna drop them panties

I ran off from my plug and then I went and bought a mansion

Said you know 21 like bitch you know we having

Miss me with that sucka shit I'm not your baby daddy

[Freaky D$MG]

Dedication to my situation

Got me concentrating on my transformation

Making preparations for some bigger shit

I want the destination to them figures bitch

Just tryna get it hoe I gotta have it

Tell me how run and get some

That a savage nigga for the money

Met up with another savage

With a funny way of always have shit

Just the confirmation of always having shit

How we offing niggas swear we offing niggas

Niggas ain't talking smoke but we coughing niggas

See this tragic nigga never magic nigga

How we make a nigga disappear

When niggas make mistakes

Try to interfere the shit

Don't let me overhear you coming over here

I be the volunteer to finish your career

(I put that shit on my set set set)

You fuck with my niggas we going gorillas

Hoe we at your neck

I'm killing niggas that's my only hope

Got 21 hundred niggas

That'll murder every nigga you know)

[21 Savage]

Red Rag, Blue Rag, Nigga what ya banging?

I pour me up a 4 and then I pop me a Xanny

Hate to break the News, Your Favorite Rapper is a Faggot

And ever since a youngin I been motherfucking trapping

I pull up in a [?] and your bitch gonna drop them panties

I ran off from my plug and then I went and bought a mansion

Said you know 21 like bitch you know we having

Miss me with that sucka shit I'm not your baby daddy

Ran off on my plug , and then went and bought a mansion

I just poured a 4, I swear it taste like cotton candy

Thought he had a brick, he bust it open and it was plastic

Yeah I'm with that taking shit, Cause bitch I'm bout that action

I pull up in that Aston [?] Jackson bitch I'm flexing

Run off with ya money I'll be gone in 60 seconds

Bitch I'm on the Percocets about to lose my breath

Players in my sections, pussy nigga get the stepping

Bitch you know I'm Blood, but I still be with them 60s

All these Hoes love a young nigga cause I'm dripping

I got Gas bags 33, Scotty Pippin

I'm on papers I can't smoke with you

I'm geeking like a hippie

Red rag, blue rag, nigga what ya banging?

I pour me up a 4 and then I pop me a Xanny

Hate to break the News, Your Favorite Rapper is a Faggot

And ever since a youngin I been motherfucking trapping

I pull up in a Fisker and your bitch gonna drop them panties

I ran off from my plug and then I went and bought a mansion

Said you know 21 like bitch you know we having

Miss me with that sucka shit I'm not your baby daddy

Secret lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Summer Walker, Xscape)

 [21 Savage:]

Got a dark-skin girl, 5' 8" with the brown eyes

We been up and down, had a couple crashes but she still ride

She go to school, got two jobs, drive the same Kia 'cause it still slide

Work so hard on her off day, she be still tired

I just wanna take away the pain

I just wanna put you up on game

I just wanna help you make you better, wish you would've never gave it to that lame

Even if we do our own thang, the bond we got can't be explained

Girl, I'm just speakin' for future reference (Oh, oh), 'cause I understand feelings change (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)

[Summer Walker:]

Oh-oh

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

You're my little secret (Secret)

That's how we should keep it (How we should keep it)

We should never let it go, never let it show

You're my, you're my, oh yeah

I don't care what these hoes think that they got goin' on

I've been here day one, I know what's goin' on

You ain't gotta try to tell me, like I know my place

I never went too far, I always find my way, back to you

Ain't no way I could lose you

Sometimes it's just things in life just worth keepin'

Why we ain't creepin'?

I'm just your little secret

That's how we should keep it, yeah, babe

'Cause you know and I know

You're my little secret (Secret)

That's how we should keep it (How we should keep it)

We should never let it go, never let it show

You're my, you're my, oh yeah

[21 Savage:]

I hope you had a dream 'bout me

'Cause I had a dream 'bout you

Hope you been thinking 'bout me

'Cause I been thinking 'bout you

Girl, I'm tryna make you my wife

I done told the thots, "I'm through"

If you ever leave my side, I'ma probably lose my cool

We was in high school and your friends said that it won't work

From the sixth grade to the ninth grade, she did my homework

Put my pistol in your book bag, you ain't even own a purse

You done held me down from the jump-start, you deserve a verse

You my little secret (You my little secret)

That's how we gon' keep it (That's how we gon' keep it)

Got done gamblin', feelin' like Michael, now I'm finna beat it

'Cause I like a couple pictures on Instagram that don't mean I'm cheatin'

'Cause I'm hangin' out with my dawgs late night that don't mean I'm cheatin'

[Summer Walker:]

Oh-oh, oh, yeah-yeah, yeah

You're my little secret

And that's how we should keep it

We should never let it, never let it show

'Cause you know and I know

[Xscape:]

You're my little secret (Yeah, yeah)

That's how we should keep it (Yeah)

We should never let it go, never let it show (Oh yeah)

If you know, like I know

We should never let it go

Since When lyrics - 21 Savage & Young Nudy

 Kid Hazel on the beat

[Young Nudy:]

I know they don't like me

They scared to come try me

They scared to come try me

You try me, I got it

You know that I got it

The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it

You know I'mma pop it

I'mma aim at yo head and nigga gon' drop it

Y'all niggas gon' drop it

You niggas be playin' you know that we drop shit

My nigga we drop shit

We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit

You know that we pop shit

These niggas callin' 12 but they can't stop this (nah)

Nah, real bitch, nah

For real, for real, for real, for real, for real

Zone 6, nah for real nigga

Nigga like to sell cocaine, go kill nigga

Trick nigga we rob niggas, nah for real nigga

EA, what's the deal nigga? I'm the deal nigga

King of the fuckin' hill nigga

Top of the apartment, young nigga, boy for real nigga

Toe tag, catch a body at a young age

AKs, SKs, .38 throwaway

Glock-9 longway

Young nigga down with plays

Shit was crazy back in the day

Y'all cannot last a day

Shit was crazy in my apartment

You can ask my nigga Tre

Young nigga spraying them thing

Young nigga havin' them K

Robbin' shit everyday

I swear we weren't havin' our way

Really weren't havin' our way

But we was just doin' our thing

I know they don't like me

They scared to come try me

They scared to come try me

You try me, I got it

You know that I got it

The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it

You know I'mma pop it

I'mma aim at yo head and nigga gon' drop it

Y'all niggas gon' drop it

You niggas be playin' you know that we drop shit

My nigga we drop shit

We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit

You know that we pop shit

These niggas callin' 12 but they can't stop this (nah)

[21 Savage:]

(Choppers, choppers, choppers)

I keep a chopstick (Choppers)

One in the head, I already cocked it

One to the head (Choppers)

Call up the coroner, time to mock shit

Y'all niggas cappin' (Choppers)

Y'all niggas faggots, y'all like to chomp dick (Ew, faggots)

4L Gang (Choppers)

Really a savage, I'm not with the opp shit

You say you want smoke

You don't want no smoke, you runnin' to 12

I kept me a Glock

I had to do five when I was twelve

I'm solid, nigga (Choppers)

Keep it 100, yeah I'm Shell

He caught a body

He kept it 100, he made bail

I got so many niggas down to roll, nigga everybody gotta touch green (Choppers)

Y'all niggas be talkin' like hoes, nigga ain't nan nigga touch me (Choppers)

I got five hundred shots in a hotbox, we ain't nothin' but four deep (Choppers)

Every time we pull up we wackin' shit, nigga aim like the police (Choppers)

[Young Nudy:]

I know they don't like me

They scared to come try me

They scared to come try me

You try me, I got it

You know that I got it

The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it

You know I'ma pop it

I'ma aim at yo head and nigga gon' drop it

Y'all niggas gon' drop it

You niggas be playin', you know that we drop shit

My nigga we drop shit

We pull up on opposite, nigga we pop shit

You know that we pop shit

These niggas callin' 12 but they can't stop this (Nah)

Slide (Remix) lyrics - Madmarcc & 21 Savage

 [MadMarcc:]

(Ayy, ayy, Kevlar, that motherfucker fye)

(I watch Kevlar cook the beat)

M-A-D

[MadMarcc {21 Savage}:]

Slide (Yeah), slide (Yeah), slide (Yeah), slide (Yeah)

Catch him lackin', we gon' bust him (Yeah), four-five, don't like to tussle (Bop-bop)

I fucked his sister, if she try to fight me, shoot her brother (Yeah)

These diamonds hit like lightning, shining bright, this drip a puddle

Walked in when I was countin' up, she gon' bite me, grab a muzzle

First spot just made two hundred racks, can't wait to rent another

Shoot first, no room to hesitate, that's how they caught my brother {21}

[21 Savage:]

Spin (21), spin (21)

If you miss, spin again (21)

I give you W, you hit his twin, hold on, hold on, hold on (Phew, phew, phew)

Let me see what car them niggas in

I be all up in the club with the F&N

You see your opps and made friends (Huh?)

Big 4L pussy hold a lot of shells, pussy

Whack your brother, show you how his body smell, pussy

Every time we slide, you niggas gon' tell, pussy

If you talk to hold, that's just like talkin' to 12, pussy

Step (21)

Name an opp that we ain't shot (21)

We ain't smokin' one, we smokin' their whole block (21)

Time to slide, you know they rockin' out for rocks (21)

Put a hunnid on 'em, I don't play on niggas top (Pussy)

[MadMarcc:]

Slide (Yeah), slide (Yeah), slide (Yeah), slide (Yeah)

Catch him lackin', we gon' bust him (Yeah), four-five, don't like to tussle (Bop-bop)

I fucked his sister, if she try to fight me, shoot her brother (Yeah)

These diamonds hit like lightning, shining bright, this drip a puddle

Walked in when I was countin' up, she gon' bite me, grab a muzzle

First spot just made two hundred racks, can't wait to rent another

Shoot first, no room to hesitate, that's how they caught my brother

We came from taking shit, look at me now, hell of a hustler (I know they proud of me)

You scared to take a loss, how you gon' win without no struggle? (Think 'bout that)

Niggas get confronted by they sins and show they commas (Rack, rack)

Beefin' 'bout these bitches, shoot a pistol 'cause he love her (Rack, rack)

Fell in love with stackin', shoot a missile 'bout these hundreds (Stack, stack)

My goal to get the money, boy, you play, we puttin' you under (Slide)

On this soda, got me rollin', bitch, I'm loaded, check my jeans (Slide)

Nigga folded, on my brodie, I'ma slide 'til he free (Slide)

Slide (Yeah), slide (Yeah), slide (Yeah), slide (Yeah)

Catch him lackin', we gon' bust him (Yeah), four-five, don't like to tussle (Bop-bop)

I fucked his sister, if she try to fight me, shoot her brother (Yeah)

These diamonds hit like lightning, shining bright, this drip a puddle

Walked in when I was countin' up, she gon' bite me, grab a muzzle

First spot just made two hundred racks, can't wait to rent another

Shoot first, no room to hesitate, that's how they caught my brother

Slide, slide, slide, slide

Sticks lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Chase Kash)

 [21 Savage:]

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My plug just threw me a brick

And we took that shit to the bricks

My niggas in love with them choppers

These pistols ain't running from shit

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My plug just threw me a brick

And we took that shit to the bricks

My niggas in love with them choppers

These pistols ain't running from shit

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

[Chase Kash:]

Nigga pull up with them sticks

Roll the windows down and hit

Sex, money, murder, 2 guns, I can't wait to flip me a clip

Bitch I love the way I drill

Pour a 4 and then I sip

I just went and bought a drink up, gave it to my nigga Tip

Lil Flip game over

I want money like I'm Hova

Pyrex pot and baking soda

Tryna make it jump over

Wrap a nigga like a roller

Mac a make you do the hollup

My chopper sleeping on the bed, I'm fucking bitches on the sofa

[21 Savage:]

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My plug just threw me a brick

And we took that shit to the bricks

My niggas in love with them choppers

These pistols ain't running for shit

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My plug just threw me a brick

And we took that shit to the bricks

My niggas in love with them choppers

These pistols ain't running for shit

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas might break down a brick

You know we ain't fronting you shit

I'm making money just like Meech

Got a Rollie on my wrist

Chopper make a nigga flip

Traffiking, taking trips

Or catching plays with lil grip

223 on my hip

FN E and 2 clips

These pistols ain't running for shit

My niggas in love with them sticks

They said we ain't gon' run in your shit

You slip, we gon' slide in your bitch

Slaughtergang in your pub gang

All my niggas high risk

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My plug just threw me a brick

And we took that shit to the bricks

My niggas in love with them choppers

These pistols ain't running for shit

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My plug just threw me a brick

And we took that shit to the bricks

My niggas in love with them choppers

These pistols ain't running for shit

My niggas pull up with them sticks

My niggas pull up with them sticks

Supply lyrics - 21 Savage

 (Southside)

(Sonny Digital)

(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

I got gas, it's for sale, yeah

Got a whole lot of packs in the mail, yeah

I got coke, you can sniff it off your nail, yeah

Have a seat, show you how to wrap a bale, yeah

Got a triple beam scale

I got clientèle

I got clientèle, yeah

I got clientèle

Got a triple beam scale

I got clientèle

I got clientèle, yeah

I got clientèle

You said you was trappin'

I was trappin' for real

Posted on the ave, pussy boy

Don't need no deal

I got pints in, and they coming with a seal

I felt like Screech, I was saved by a bell

I skrrt, then I zoom

Boy, you know I pulled off

You fronted me some work

Then you know you took a loss

I'm Slaughter Gang Savage bitch

And we got lot of sauce

I got real clientèle, bitch

My trap house is a loft

I got gas, it's for sale, yeah

Got a whole lot of packs in the mail, yeah

I got coke, you can sniff it off your nail, yeah

Have a seat, show you how to wrap a bale, yeah

Got a triple beam scale

I got clientèle

I got clientèle, yeah

I got clientèle

Got a triple beam scale

I got clientèle

I got clientèle, yeah

I got clientèle

I run my money up off of a triple beam scale

I am 21, young savage

Try me, and you're going to hell

I don't give a fuck about a bitch

Fuck a bitch and duck a bitch

Young savage bitch, man you niggas on that sucker shit

Trappin' trappin' hard, cutting cocaine with that cutlery

I don't want your bitch cause she ain't nothing but a nut to me

I got gas, it's for sale, yeah

Got a whole lot of packs in the mail, yeah

I got coke, you can sniff it off your nail, yeah

Have a seat, show you how to wrap a bale, yeah

Got a triple beam scale

I got clientèle

I got clientèle, yeah

I got clientèle

Got a triple beam scale

I got clientèle

I got clientèle, yeah

I got clientèle

Switch Up lyrics - 21 Savage

 [Young Nudy:]

Yo

Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

I got bad habits, thrown' cash on the thots

Way too grown to throw a punch, bitch, I throw shots (Yeah)

Went to middle school, deuce-five in my lock (Yeah)

Went hollow to VC, DC, got it hot (Yeah)

I'ma jump the fence if they ask for my ID (Straight up)

Last nigga T-R-Y me, on the IV (Straight up)

Seven, six, five, four, three, 21, me (21)

When I was a youngin', stayed in Eagle, run in BC (That too)

Central Drive where I got my first 223

Handin' out shots, he got four, and she got two or three (Straight up)

Ran hot box, 1500, we got two or three (Straight up)

Peelin' with a. flat head, yeah, I was on it (Yeah)

Stealin' honey buns out the store, I was a youngin' (Yeah)

Slammed down this pump on your head, Andre Drummond (Yeah)

Face card, fucked up, want nobody from it (Yeah)

Face down, ass up, put it in her stomach (Yeah)

I'm on 30s, bitch, and I think I'm boutta vomit (21)

I got fish scale, and it look like cum (On God)

Used to whip the work, and I put that on my money (On God)

Savage, Al Capone, hit a nigga with the Tommy (On God)

Dumb shit, feelin' like Osama, I might bomb shit (Yeah)

Baby daddy broke, so I guess he on his bum shit (Yeah)

Dumb rich, need a Percocet just to function (Yeah)

This bitch got me twisted, she think I'm spaghetti junction

Switchin' up my hoes, like I change my clothes

Switchin' up my hoes, like I change my clothes

Switchin' up my hoes, like I change my clothes

Switchin' up my hoes, like I change my clothes

Baby, give me throat, let a nigga poke (Yeah)

Your baby daddy broke, I fronted him his dough (Straight up)

I hit you on the low (Straight up), 'cause he is not is my bro (Straight up)

I don't trust you hoes (Straight up), leave your iPhones at the door (Straight up)

Who Run It Freestyle lyrics - 21 Savage

 Straight up

21

.223 Diamondback with the drum, nigga (straight up)

Choppa like to crush a lot, Big Pun nigga (straight up)

I've been taking money ever since I was young, nigga (straight up)

Sneak dissin', niggas cuttin' out your tongue, nigga (straight up)

Real street nigga, I ain't doin' no cappin' nigga, I ain't told no lies (21)

I don't give a fuck if I got a hunnid' million, I'm keepin' my 45 (oh God)

Walkin' up on ya nigga, point blank range, we ain't doin' no drive-bys (yeah)

I still right here with' hollows nigga and I got my Glock out (facts)

She keep tryna watch Netflix, bitch I'm pullin' my cock out (straight up)

Hit her with the dick and I left that bitch cockeyed (straight up, straight up)

All these VVSs I made your bitch cockeyed (21, 21)

Talkin' out your neck, you get your T-shirt tie-dyed (on God)

I'm on Percocets, I think I'm finna skydive (yeah)

You little pussy cat, you must think you got nine lives (21)

I'm so sick of all this fruity shit, you niggas on thin ice

That stick gon' cut you half-time, now these niggas wanna switch sides (straight up)

I ain't really with that takin' shit, little nigga I'm walking up (straight up)

That.30 like a tree lil' nigga, watch where you barkin' up (straight up)

We got way too many shots, y'all lil' niggas can't dodge enough (on God)

We can even challenge ya, 'cause y'all lil' niggas ain't charged enough (fast)

Quarter million dollar for a walk-through (straight up)

Get the utmost respect when I walk through (straight up)

I love the way you suck that dick, lil' bitch don't forget who taught you (straight up)

Way too much, can't stalk you (straight up)

Bogeyman nigga, I'll haunt you (on God)

All these bullets 'round me nigga, I ain't got time to punch you (21)

Hit 'em with' the 3-2, all y'all niggas see through (yeah)

Broad day, I'll see food. Had to hit a lick at Kiku (yeah-yeah)

Lil' bitch I don't need you (yeah-yeah)

Hell nah, I can't eat you (yeah-yeah)

Let the whole gang G you, then I left that bitch at Jeju (yeah-yeah)

You must be scared or some, nigga, let's bet the spread or some (21)

That's your main bitch, but I bet that lil' bitch spread for some (on God)

I got all these blues like I ain't bangin' red or somethin' (blatt)

I bought all these cars like l ain't got no legs or somethin' (yeah)

Fuck that other side, pull up in ya hood switch it (21)

Sex, money, murder, two guns, nigga, big B's (21)

Every time I hit that bitch she come back like a Frisbee (yeah)

I ain't got time to play with nobody kids, go watch Disney (yeah)

Skin made of concrete, nigga, you can never be me (21)

My brother down the road with a touchscreen and a FeFe (big facts)

Candlelight gang, leave a nigga on the TV (21)

Fish fry gang, y'all can't even afford to die

Bitch, I'm way too real, I can't even afford to lie