Skrtt Skrtt lyrics - 21 Savage
Pimp lyrics - 21 Savage
Gang lyrics - 21 Savage
Picky lyrics - 21 Savage
Slaughter Ya Daughter lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. iLoveMakonnen & Key!)
Drip lyrics - 21 Savage
Out The Bowl lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Key!)
Drinkin And Driving lyrics - 21 Savage
Start Dyin lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Offset)
Fuckin Niggaz Bitches lyrics - 21 Savage
Million Dollar Liq lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. ManMan Savage)
Seeing Double lyrics - 21 Savage
Heart So Cold lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Freaky)
Woah lyrics - 21 Savage
10 Freaky Girls lyrics - Metro Boomin (feat. 21 Savage)
Ooh
No, no, no
No, no
[21 Savage:]
In peace (In peace), may you rest (May you rest)
Never ever shoot below the neck (Never ever)
You a rookie (You a rookie), I'm a vet (I'm a vet)
That's why I got a Glock, you got a TEC (Got a TEC)
Not checkers (Not checkers), this chess (It is chess)
I flooded out my Patek with baguettes
I curve Tiffany, yeah, for Jess (For who?)
Need to get myself together, I'm a mess (Straight up)
In Bikini Bottom, I'm with Sandy (Sandy)
Moesha keep on drinkin' all the brandy (Brandy)
Keisha eat the molly like it's candy (Yah, yah)
Bodyslam a nigga like I'm Randy (Yah, yah)
Yeah, I'm a hot hitter (Straight up)
I'm a guap getter (Straight up)
Leave a thot bitter (Straight up)
Get your block hit up
Oh, you think you in a group? Get that shit split up (On God)
Tryna suck me layin' down, I make that bitch sit up (Straight up)
Yeah, hot box, dirty stick, case closed (Case closed)
We grill beef, nigga, charcoal (Uh oh)
Sellin' pussy, her vajay-jay got a barcode (Uh oh)
These broke ass niggas need Jobco (21)
Used to use EBT to get seafood (What?)
Now I Uber Eats when I want Kiku (Straight up)
She wanna hang out and let the gang G you (Facts)
Metro worth a lot of M's, nigga, me too (Racks)
Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (A rock)
Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (Pop, pop)
The body in that casket was a opp (21)
I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
Balenciaga boxers and the socks (On God)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (Yacht)
Finna drown in 'em, dawg, finna drown in 'em (21)
Last altercation, got a hundred rounds in him (On my mama)
All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in 'em (On your mama)
Ain't no furniture, it's just a lot of pounds in 'em (Straight up)
Percs, soft, hard, and I got the brown in 'em (On God)
Word to bombaclaat, shotta, we don't ramp in 'em (21)
Edgewood, Glenwood, Bouldercrest and the Hamp with 'em (Six)
Got a lot of sticks, you can get stamped with 'em (On God)
Tryna mediate the beef, you get found with 'em (Straight up)
All these chains, rest in peace to Harriet Tubman (Harriet Tubman)
Niggas broke 'cause they doin' too much clubbin' (Too much clubbin')
Cashed out on all my cards 'cause I'm stubborn ('Cause I'm stubborn)
Zone 6 against the world, that's how I'm comin' (How I'm comin')
I came out the womb, I was thuggin' (Straight up)
Ain't no fistfights, niggas uppin' (Straight up)
Rappers say they want smoke, but they bluffin' (On God)
When you see 'em face-to-face, it ain't nothin' (Straight up)
Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (A rock)
Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (Pop, pop)
The body in that casket was a opp (21)
I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
Balenciaga boxers and the socks (On God)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (Yacht)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht
You know, I was racin' down the highway earlier today, ridin' down 20
I happened to see a nigga I robbed back in the day
You know what? He was happy to see me
100 lyrics - 21 Savage
21, 21, 21
Slaughter Gang
21
21 Gang
Y'all know what the fuck poppin'
Slaughter Gang shit
21, 21
Choppa on me hold a 100 (100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (200)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (300)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (hold up)
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me, hold a 100
Pull up on your nigga, gun him
Pull up on your niggas runnin'
21, 21, 21
Pull up on you, get to clappin'
Slaughter Gang known for whackin'
Slaughter Gang known for trappin'
21
I'm 21 Savage, I play with them sticks
21 Savage, I play with them bricks
21 Savage, I play with your bitch
Groupie bitches, I just nut on their lips
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that chop
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool on the block
Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that Glock
12 gauge knock you outta your socks
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100
Choppa on me hold a 100 (blow, blow, blow)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the bowl
I got a white bitch, play with her nose (snort coke)
VVS diamonds, yeah they froze (bling, blaow)
So rich I bought my bitch a ring for her toe (rich nigga shit)
50 thousand on me, hol' up, 100 thousand on me, hol' up
200 on a Bentley, hol' up I'm in this bitch doin'... donuts
Choppa hold me hold a 100, bitch
Glock 40 with the 30 clip
Z06 you know it's runnin' bitch
Niggas fakin' and we run it, bitch
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (ra!)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (graa!)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (glaw, glaw, glaw)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (glaw, glaw, glaw)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (a 100)
Choppa on me hold a 100 (21)
12 AM lyrics - 21 Savage
Trapping after dark
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard
Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Gotta have heart, gotta have heart
Gotta have heart when you're trapping after dark
Trapping after dark, hit it with the fork
Skrrt skrrt, scrape the sides, skrrt skrrt, scrape the bowl
Young savage, bitch, and I ain't never chasing no hoe
All I wanna do is count a big ol' bank roll
Eh, I cook the dope like chowder
Make the dope do the moon walk with the fork
Young savage, bitch I walk around with a .40
Shout out to Trap-A-Holics, cause I'm a trapaholic
I ran off with your work and you ain't do nothing about it
You should have shot your jeweler cause your stones is really cloudy
All these rap niggas rapping like they really 'bout it
Catch your ass in traffic, snatch your bitch ass out that Audi
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard
Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Gotta have heart, gotta have heart
Gotta have heart when you're trapping after dark
I've been trapping since I can remember
I make the dope snow like it's December
My ice colder than the fucking winter
I got your main bitch, she in the blender
(Pew, pew, pew, pew) Shoot your motherfucking block up
Police ass nigga, you will get a nigga locked up
Stay down in the trap and ran my motherfucking guap up
You say you got shooters, why the hell they ain't never shot nothing?
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard
Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Trapping after dark, trapping after dark
Gotta have heart, gotta have heart
Gotta have heart when you're trapping after dark
2 Seater lyrics - DJ Holiday, Quavo, 21 Savage
[Intro:]
They be playin' with this shit, man
Y'all niggas playin' with the money
Holiday season!
Y'all don't even know what the fuck to do with this shit
Y'all niggas act like y'all ain't even used to this shit, nigga
That boy Cass!
[Quavo:]
I pour an eight in a liter (ayy)
We trendin' the web like PETA (we trendin')
I'm an OG like Adidas (OG!)
Two seater, two seater, two seater (skrrt)
I got an iPhone and beeper (brrt)
Look at your ho, she a cheater (look at her)
And you still want to keep her (ew)
I just Michael Jackson, beat her (beat it)
Don't talk about swag, I'm dabbin' (I'm dabbin')
I read up on all new assassins (pow)
I'm movin' in orderly fashion
We gotta move like Obama, Obama, Obama
My niggas playing with plastic (plastic)
My life a real scare tactic (scary)
You niggas drinkin' molasses
What is you drinkin'?
Why did you buy that and drink it?
When I first got my pound, I broke it down (ayy)
Dancin' with the work like I'm James Brown (ow)
Young nigga havin' fame 'round town
Then we got rich off of verbs and nouns
Never been a sucker, never been a clown
Cash out a four four check, then watch it bounce
Trap out the bando, trap out the ounce
Finesse the plug 'cause he keeps changin' amounts (go)
Thirty in my hand, pump on the couch
'Cause a nigga paranoid now (paranoid)
If you come up, don't abandon your hood (naw)
They'll be the first to punch you right out
My life is lookin' amazin' (ooh)
If I send you rice, it come with the gravy
Think a nigga talkin' crazy (huh?)
Try it 'fore you buy it, I make you pay me (go!)
I pour an eight in a liter (ayy)
We trendin' the web like PETA (we trendin')
I'm an OG like Adidas (OG!)
Two seater, two seater, two seater (skrrt)
I got an iPhone and beeper (brrt)
Look at your ho, she a cheater (look at her)
And you still want to keep her (ew)
I just Michael Jackson, beat her (beat it)
[21 Savage:]
I'm from Zone 6, lot of killin' and drugs (21)
Fuck an autograph, nigga, I'm strapped in the club (pow, pow, pow, pow)
I grab my bitch's booty every time that we hug (21)
She got ass shots, but I still fell in love (yeah)
Turn up the knob (21), Holiday, turn up the knob (21)
Street nigga, no job (ya dig), fake rappers get broad (straight up)
Glock .40 with the Gucci jacket (21)
Fuck a diss song, close his casket (21)
Sold crack before I sold a record (I did)
Glenwood, nigga, right at Checker's
Hold up, nigga (21)
I'll pour a four up, nigga (21)
I'll pick your ho up, nigga (21)
I'll beat her throat up, nigga (you dig?)
Sponsored by Pyrex, I'm scrapin' the bowl (skrrt)
Made a quarter million scrapin' the bowl (skrrt)
Bust-down Rollie came out the bowl (skrrt)
VVS' on me, nigga, they cold
[Quavo:]
I pour an eight in a liter (ayy)
We trendin' the web like PETA (we trendin')
I'm an OG like Adidas (OG!)
Two seater, two seater, two seater (skrrt)
I got an iPhone and beeper (brrt)
Look at your ho, she a cheater (look at her)
And you still want to keep her (ew)
I just Michael Jackson, beat her (beat it)
a lot (Music Video Version) lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. J. Cole)
[21 Savage:]
I love you
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (A lot)
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you fuckin around with these thots? (A lot)
Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch
But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch
Break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really fucked me up
My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
[J. Cole:]
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
Yeah, I just came from the A
I drove back home, six-hour drive, six-and-a-half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that
Question
How many faking they streams? (A lot)
Getting they plays from machines? (A lot)
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)
I never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True)
Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes (Hmm)
I'm on a money routine
I don't want smoke, I want cream
I don't want no more comparisons
This is a marathon and I'm aware
I been playing a bet from a lack of promotions
I never was one for the bragging and boasting
I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else
Okay, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I'm batting a thousand
It's got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me
Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me
And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got
He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot
Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot
I picture him inside a cell on a cot
'Flectin' on how he made it to the top
Wondering if it was worth it or not
I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga
Though I never met you, I know that you special
And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga
Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga
I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
When they thought that I wasn't gone pan out, I got a plan
They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends
Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it
Before it all ends, nigga
[21 Savage:]
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
Take a dive, put away my pride (Away my pride)
Shoot my shot, DMs, yeah, I slide (Yeah I slide)
She in front, but she used to be my side (Be my side)
We take selfies now, I used to in her live (In her live)
Before the fame, plan B was robbin' banks (Robbin' banks)
Be a married man, right now I just can't (I just can't)
All the love they gave me, knew that it was fake (It was fake)
Mama love me so much, either way I'm straight (Way I'm straight)
I done seen so many handshakes turn to hate (Turn to hate)
Seen so many BFs turn s-n-a-k (Turn a snakes)
Death before dishonor tatted on my face (On my face)
Way I run the check up, should've been with Chase (Been with Chase)
Start at the bottom, the trenches, the gutters, so I had to go little harder (Straight up)
Lights was out, the gas was off, so we had to boil up the water (Straight up)
Been through some things, but I couldn't imagine my kids stuck at the border (Straight up)
Flint still need water (Straight up)
Niggas was innocent, couldn't get lawyers (On God)
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it on down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down, I br-
Act A Fool lyrics - 21 Savage
Wheezy Beats
Internet, internet
Fuck the internet, motherfuck the internet
Motherfuck the internet, motherfuck the internet
Motherfuck the internet, motherfuck the-
Motherfuck the internet, Glock gon' leave a nigga wet
Chains on, mega flex
Bitch, I got a mega check
Car go fast, it's a 'Vette
Fuck your checkers, we play chess
Saint Laurent (Yeah), Christian Lou' (Yeah)
Hunnids blue (Yeah), ooh, hunnids blue (Yeah)
Got that bank smell (Yeah), my bunnies new (Yeah)
Your baby boo (Yeah), she wanna ooh (Yeah)
Look at my bank statement (Yeah), through the roof (Yeah)
Pour a deuce (Yeah), buy a coupe (Yeah)
Act a fool (Yeah), act a fool (Yeah)
Act a fool (Yeah), act a fool (Yeah)
Rep that 21 gang, who the fuck is you
The niggas that I'm with don't give a fuck 'bout you
I'm straight up out the Six, nigga, fuck your crew
Them niggas came with you, then they gon' duck with you
Fuck it up, bitch, I got juice (Yeah)
Drank it up, bitch, she a loose (Yeah)
Nigga, we don't eat no noodles (Yeah)
Do a drive-by off a dooly (Yeah)
30-clip hangin' off the Uzi (Yeah)
And I gotta keep that stick (Yeah)
Diamonds drippin' out that Patek (Yeah)
Lookin' like I slit my wrist (Yeah)
Y'all scared shit (Yeah), nigga, talk cheap (Yeah)
Got 100 shooters (Yeah), bitch, we mob deep (Yeah)
Bitch, don't call me if it ain't 'bout money (Yeah)
I'm too busy balling (Yeah), you ain't doing nothing (Yeah)
Saint Laurent (Yeah), Christian Lou' (Yeah)
Hunnids blue (Yeah), ooh, hunnids blue (Yeah)
Got that bank smell (Yeah), my bunnies new (Yeah)
Your baby boo (Yeah), she wanna ooh (Yeah)
Look at my bank statement (Yeah), through the roof (Yeah)
Pour a deuce (Yeah), buy a coupe (Yeah)
Act a fool (Yeah), act a fool (Yeah)
Act a fool (Yeah), act a fool (Yeah)
Air It Out lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Young Nudy)
Zaytoven
21 Savage
[21 Savage:]
Pull up and air it out (out)
Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out)
Pull up and air it out (21)
Pull up and air it out (out)
Pull up and air it out (pew pew)
Pull up and air it out (pew pew pew pew)
Pull up and air it out (Grr)
Pull up and air it out (Grrrrrra)
Got that .30 on me now (now)
Got that .30 on me now (a what?)
Pull up and air it out (a out)
Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out)
I got the stick on me now (21)
I got the stick on me now (21)
Pull up and air shit out (pew pew)
I pull up and air shit out (pew pew pew pew)
I pull up and air shit out (I do)
I pull up and dick your ho down (I do)
Young Savage, bitch, I got pounds (got pounds)
Young Savage, bitch, I got rounds (got rounds)
Pull up and shoot up your town (your town)
Pew, pew (Grrrt, bah) pew-pew, (Bah) pew, (Bop-bop-bop-bop) frtttttt, fah (Grah, bop)
Slaughter Gang, bitch, we go brazy (go brazy)
PDE, bitch, they go brazy (go brazy)
Drinkin' on lean got me lazy
Glock .40, no .380's
I'm cookin' up dope in this town
You need a new pistol it jammed
I don't fuck around with the Xans
I'm dripping, lil' bitch, I don't dab
Your bitch a lil' freak, ouch (ouch)
I fuck her one time, bounce (Ha-ha, ha, ha)
Still got the choppa 'round my motherfucking shoulder (Bitch)
Still that same nigga, I just got a little older (Bitch)
Pull up and air it out (out)
Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out)
Pull up and air it out (21)
Pull up and air it out (out)
Pull up and air it out (pew pew)
Pull up and air it out (pew pew pew pew)
Pull up and air it out (Grr)
Pull up and air it out (Grrrrrra)
Got that .30 on me now (now)
Got that .30 on me now (a what?)
Pull up and air it out (a out)
Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out)
I got the stick on me now (21)
I got the stick on me now (21)
Pull up and air shit out (pew pew)
I pull up and air shit out (pew pew pew pew)
[Young Nudy:]
I got the stick on me now
Pull up and air that bitch out
Glock 17 on me now
Young nigga shoot up your house
What that shit you talkin' 'bout?
Look how that .30 hang out
Walk through the motherfucking crowd
Pussy nigga, shut your mouth
All of my young niggas killas
PDE, nigga, drug dealers
Nah, we don't fuck with you niggas
Get your ass slaughtered, lil' nigga
I keep them 5th's on my pistols
I keep a hold on my stick
When that bitch click, I don't miss
One to the head and I hit
Bitch land straight in your temple
I told you, "Don't fuck wit' me, nigga"
Shawty be popping them niggas
Shawty be dropping them niggas
Now they called cops on a nigga
'Cause they couldn't stop a lil' nigga
Right at the bottom, lil' nigga
PDE, Slaughter Gang, nigga
[21 Savage:]
Pull up and air it out (out)
Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out)
Pull up and air it out (21)
Pull up and air it out (out)
Pull up and air it out (pew pew)
Pull up and air it out (pew pew pew pew)
Pull up and air it out (Grr)
Pull up and air it out (Grrrrrra)
Got that .30 on me now (now)
Got that .30 on me now (a what?)
Pull up and air it out (a out)
Pull up and air it out (Air that shit out)
I got the stick on me now (21)
I got the stick on me now (21)
Pull up and air shit out (pew pew)
I pull up and air shit out (pew pew pew pew)
All The Smoke lyrics - 21 Savage
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (whoa), yeah (whoa-whoa), yeah
Whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa)
Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)
Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)
Whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)
W-whoa (whoa), whoa (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (21), yeah (21)
Dropped out of school (21)
Went and bought a tool (Tool)
Got a deuce deuce (What?)
Time to act a fool (Yeah)
Sellin' 2 for 5s (Yeah)
Right on Central Drive (Yeah)
You can ask my mama, I ain't gotta tell no lies (Yeah)
Wanna snort a line (Yeah)
Savage got them lines (Yeah)
Yeah them niggas used to rap but I jumped the line (21)
I listened to your mixtape, that shit was wack (Shit was wack)
Studio time, you need to get your money back (On God)
Back in the day, I let my uncle cook my crack (Cook my crack)
Back in the day, I would have took that nigga's pack
(Took the pack)
Fast forward, still walk 'round with a strap (21, 21)
Gotta keep that pistol on me, that's at all times (All times)
Gotta keep a yoppa on me, I got all kinds (21)
Room full of bad bitches and they all mine (Yeah)
Room full of bad bitches and they all dimes (21)
In a breakdown trap servin' all dimes, yeah
Burglar-bar doors, burglar-bar doors (Yeah, yeah)
Water on the stove, water on the stove (Yeah, yeah)
Watch me whip a O, watch me whip a O (21, 21)
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke (21, 21)
D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O (Draco, Draco)
Shoot 'em in the face, shoot 'em in the nose (21, 21)
I paid my lawyer dope, he played with his nose (Yeah, yeah)
AR with the scope, nigga, don't get close (whoa, whoa)
Trash bag full of mid-grade (Mid-grade)
I'm cutthroat, nigga, switchblade (Switchblade)
She sucked my dick so long, she caught a lip ache (A lip ache)
New car drop, I'm on the list, wait (Wait list)
I'm on the wait list, 21, and I weight lift (Yeah)
Drop a brick off to you, that's a weight lift (Yeah)
Drop the stick off to you, give you a whole clip (Yeah)
Closed casket, nigga, I'm a bastard (21)
Ask around the 6, nigga we get drastic (Drastic)
Glenwood Road, killin' like Jurassic (Park)
I see dead bodies like I'm on acid (21)
She fuck me good like she tryna get her ass did (Yeah)
Burglar-bar doors, burglar-bar doors (Yeah, yeah)
Water on the stove, water on the stove (Yeah, yeah)
Watch me whip a O, watch me whip a O (21, 21)
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke (21, 21)
D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O (Draco, Draco)
Shoot 'em in the face, shoot 'em in the nose (21, 21)
I paid my lawyer dope, he played with his nose (Yeah, yeah)
AR with the scope, nigga, don't get close (whoa, whoa)
BETRAYED lyrics - 21 Savage
(from "Gully" soundtrack)
Metro
I been betrayed before, I done been played before
Givin' 'em all the smoke, givin' 'em all
I done been left in the rain, I ain't have nowhere to go
I feel less of a man, I can't depend on a hoe
They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound
Don't care if it's war or we fuckin' on bitches, I'm holdin' 'em down
If she a hustler, fine and honest, I'm bringin' her 'round
I told her I don't care what she do in the street
Just don't make me look like a clown
Big dawg status, my play money, whole M stacks in the PayPal
Caught a opp' hangin' at a barbecue and fucked around and shot the whole playground
Eastside nigga 'bout gunplay, say the wrong thing, we'll chase y'all
Hit 'em broad-day with a AR, 12 still tryna get the case off
One twenty-five with the backend, still on tour with a MAC-10
Count a couple Ms, I'm clappin', make sure the fans get a fraction
Don't think I'm just rappin' and all these lyrics cappin'
Talkin' out his neck, we right hook, left hook, stomped and slapped him
VVs in my ear, I look like a star
Plain Jane Richard, I coulda bought a car
If she ain't givin' top, we gon' let her starve
Your shooter wrote a statement, so now we call him Sarge'
Hit him with the AK, make him burn carbs
I brought my Thunder to Los Angeles, Paul George
Make a brick, do the woah with a Ford
Got a thot pregnant, woah, hit abort
Niggas know I'm geeked, high on the moon
21, made man, bada boom
Pussyboy, you're lukewarm, not cool
Glock, Ruger, KelTec, rob who?
Your baby momma went to Cali'
She touchin' the city, we gettin' 'em gone
We really tryna catch a body
You just tryna catch a body in a song
I let down my guard, I showed her my heart
She couldn't believe it was chrome
Them pants thirty-five hunnid
Mediocre rappers can't put 'em on
I been betrayed before, I done been played before
Givin' 'em all the smoke, givin' 'em all
I done been left in the rain, I ain't have nowhere to go
I feel less of a man, I can't depend on a hoe
They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound
Don't care if it's war or we fuckin' on bitches, I'm holdin' 'em down
If she a hustler, fine and honest, I'm bringin' her 'round
I told her I don't care what she do in the street
Just don't make me look like a clown
Big Smoke lyrics - 21 Savage
(Kid Hazel on the beat)
AK, double clip, one in the tip whenever I slide
He exposed his hand talkin' to hoes, we killed two of his guys
I had a load of Reggie, but it was a drought, so niggas gon' buy it
You really feel like I'm pussy? I stay in the street, nigga, come on and try it
Remember them days we were strugglin', hard times, my momma would cry
I got off my ass, I hit me a lick for a hunnid, then wiped her eye
I'm Slaughter Gang, nigga, I slaughter your daughter, you go against me, you gon' die
I'm a God fearin' man but for my brother, I get on that stand and lie
Scrape the pot, wiggle that fork 'til it lock (Wiggle that fork 'til it lock)
Trappin' with no pistol? Get the fuck off of the block (Get the fuck off of the block)
Sleepin' with my MAK-90, I fell in love with the star (I fell in love with the star)
Nigga, I cut my sister off, I catch her talkin' to opps (I catch her talkin' to the opps)
I'll go do a whole elbow 'fore I sit down with the cops ('Fore I sit down with the cops)
My auntie ask for some money but she back to smokin' on rocks (She back to smokin' on rocks)
I don't never have my hand, I don't never raw dawg thots (I don't never raw dawg thots)
They need the coroner, body bag, and a detective when I throw shots
Big smoke, big smoke
I'm givin' out big smoke, big smoke
Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke
Ain't no runnin' from this big smoke, big smoke
Bullets rainin' on 'em
Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you tellin' on?
Desert Eagle, big holes, and they comin' for him
Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California
Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed
Lamborghini, Perc', chinchilla fur
Ice on brr, drank got me slurred
But this Honda curve, cost a half a bird
Say you from the street, nigga, who you serve?
21 Bandit, strip you out your panties
Glock, it don't jammin'
Keep a Nick Cannon
I don't pop Xannies
Draco turnt up
He ridin' dick, fanny
Tryna get a candid
Love left me damaged, can't trust my own family
On a home invasion, this nigga froze, panicked
That .44 came in handy, I shot up out the jammy
They took him to the station, I think he finna stand me
I'm known to get some straightenin' 'bout all my smoke, nigga ('Bout all my smoke, nigga)
Clutchin' and Cali Red, smokin' on a Port, nigga (Smokin' on a Port, nigga)
I done sold mid and gas, I probably served your folks, nigga (I probably served your folks, nigga)
I used to sell dry wall when I ain't have dope, nigga (When I ain't have dope, nigga)
Gamblin' in the hallway, posted on Parkway
He was talkin' that rah-rah shit, he got hit broad day
I ain't tryna fist fight none of you niggas, straight to the gunplay
I got engaged to the streets, dawg, the six my fiancé
This Saint Laurent ain't even came out yet, it's still on the runway
I told my opps this shit 4L, they gonna die one day
Better take your ass inside the house, and do what your mom say
You fuckin' with the wrong photographer, you gon' be on the front page
Big smoke, big smoke
I'm givin' out big smoke, big smoke
Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke
Ain't no runnin' from this big smoke, big smoke
Bullets rainin' on 'em
Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you tellin' on?
Desert Eagle, big holes, and they comin' for him
Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California
Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed
Brains lyrics - 21 Savage
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The streets cold-hearted, ain't no feelin' there (21)
Maulin' out back, yeah, they killin' there (On God)
I'm a rapper now, but I was dealin' there (Skraight up)
I know you wanna be served by a millionaire (Skraight up)
Still would get you hit if I was a billionaire (On God)
Pull up to the Gucci store to chill in there (On God)
Spent so much, they let me bring my stick in there (Skraight up)
They hide their nannies just for when my children there (Skraight up)
Legend status, dog, I'm a goat (21)
AK sink you like Titanic, the banana boat (21)
I could spend ten million, still wouldn't be broke (21)
Said she wanna fuck again, let her hit my bro (Skraight up)
Actin' like she didn't do it, she must think I'm slow (21)
Way to player, I don't got time to chase no ho (Skraight up, skraight up)
Bust down, skeleton, AP, white gold, ain't no rose (On God, on God)
Last nigga try to go against this shit got hit in the nose (Skraight up, skraight up)
Last nigga try to go against this shit got pita rolled (21)
I ain't lookin' for no handout, nigga, I don't need a loan (21)
You a little female, dog, I know you need a bone (21)
She keep calling' me, tellin' me, "Bring my pita home" (21)
Brand new 'Rari, brand new Lambo, Aventador (Skraight up, skraight up)
Kill his partner, fuck his bitch, feelin' sore (Skraight up, skraight up)
Put my whip in sport so I could feel it more (Skraight up, skraight up)
Pop a Percocet so I can drill it more (On God, on God)
All my cars expensive, girls say I'm handsome (21)
I don't take her shoppin' (Yeah), she gon' throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Ass shots on a Phantom (Yeah), ass shots on my denim (Yeah)
Money can't even fit 'em (Yeah), all the models dig 'em (Yeah)
Migo plugs I hit 'em (Yeah), he a plate, we bit 'em (Yeah)
Slaughter Gang gon' get 'em (Yeah), 4L gang, gon' get 'em (21)
Me and my chopper got history (21)
Ak-47 blow a kiss for me (Skraight up)
You ain't from the 6, then you a lick to me (Lil' bitch)
Please don't come around ridin' dick to me (Lil' bitch)
Most of these rappers really a bitch to me (On God)
Actin' like they grew up hittin' licks with me (Skraight up)
If you ain't gang, you ain't shit to me (Facts)
I feel like the top is where I'm meant to be (I do)
Pillow talkin', that's just like a snitch to me (Lil' bitch)
Get some food at Cheetah and your bitch with me (Straight up)
Niggas goin' broke tryna stick with me (Ha)
Your pockets tellin' you you puttin' a dent in me (Ha)
I got all my chains on, I got all my chains (21)
I got all my chains on, I got all my chains (21)
I got all my rings on, I got all my rings (Skraight up)
I got all my rings on, I got all my rings (On God)
I done blowed the brains off, I done blowed the brains (On God)
I done blowed the brains off, I done blowed the brains (Skraight up)
Diamonds made a rain storm, I done made it rain (Skraight up)
I got all my chains on, I got all my chains (Skraight up)
Call Me Revenge lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. d4vd)
(from "Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3" soundtrack)
[d4vd:]
Call me revenge
Cold as the ice in my veins
Fear is the sound of my name
I'm here to collect to all your sins, I'm goin' in
Call me revenge
[21 Savage:]
I'm with the squad forever (Yeah)
When it comes to winnin', we better (On God)
The team loyal to me (21)
Through it all, we stand together (21)
If he fall, better pick him up (Fast)
Go down, better get back up (Straight Up)
Big Glock and I got mine tucked (On God)
But they know they ain't fuckin' with us (21)
No matter what, I'm with 'em (21)
He with them, we get 'em (21)
I'm a dawg but they can't sit 'em (Facts)
I ain't playin' no middle (Pussy)
Chopper bullets hit 'em (Pussy)
And his bones was brittle (Pussy)
I'm stuck on this field (21)
I been here since little (On God)
Talkin' 'bout smoke, I'm the G.O.A.T. (Yeah)
Never take me for no joke (Yeah)
Niggas ain't able to cope (Yeah)
You follow wherever they go (21)
Hang 'em, we givin' 'em rope (21)
Slaughter Gang, you can get poked (21)
We the ones uppin' the score (Facts)
[d4vd:]
Call me revenge
Cold as the ice in my veins
Fear is the sound of my name
I'm here to collect to all your sins, I'm goin' in
Call me revenge
Cold as the ice in my veins
Fear is the sound of my name
I'm here to collect to all your sins, I'm goin' in
Call me revenge
[21 Savage:]
I get my revenge (On God)
Jump in cars and spin (21)
Keep my enemies closer (Yeah)
Than I keep my friends (Yeah)
Gotta get my payback (21)
Been on that since way back (Pussy)
Mean mug, get sprayed at (Pussy)
G Block, don't play that (21)
Kick up all the smoke (Yeah)
Put 'em on the ropes (On God)
They be makin' tweets (Facts)
We be at they throats (Facts)
Creepin' through your bushes (21)
Lookin' through this scope (Pew)
Movin' like assail' (Pew)
I might jump off the boat (On God)
I'ma get my lick back (21)
I'll wait for years (21)
You gon' shed blood if you make me shed tears (On God)
And I keep a rifle (Straight up)
Like I'm huntin' deer (Straight up, straight up)
Serve revenge cold
Now we sayin', "Cheers"
[d4vd:]
Call me revenge
Cold as the ice in my veins
Fear is the sound of my name
I'm here to collect to all your sins, I'm goin' in
Call me revenge
Cold as the ice in my veins
Fear is the sound of my name
I'm here to collect to all your sins, I'm goin' in
Call me revenge
Call me revenge
Call me revenge
Cocky lyrics - A$AP Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage
(from "Uncle Drew" soundtrack)
[Gucci Mane, 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky:]
Huh?
We got London On Da Track
(It's Guwop)
Uh
It's Gucci
21, 21
Uh
[Gucci Mane & 21 Savage:]
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky
[21 Savage & A$AP Rocky:]
I got so many M's in my bank account, I can't even count 'em
Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can't even mount 'em
Too many zeros with Versace pillows in my Phantoms
Too many bad bitches, I don't cuff 'em, I just hand them (21)
Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don't got time to lay up
Met my accountant at Ruth's Chris, she told me that I'm way up (21)
I already back for seconds, I ain't even clean my plate up
Ran me up a hunned M's and then I put my bay up (21)
Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
I ain't take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)
All my diamonds carats, them lil' pointers be too lil'
Glaciers in my ear, I need a cup, they 'bout to spill (Uh)
[Gucci Mane:]
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky
[A$AP Rocky:]
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I feel like I'm Rocky
Huh?
How you gon' play D? Can't even take D
Too many fake me's
Way too many fake daps, way too many fake '$APs
And I put it on me and I want another ring
Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve 'em like the other team (Skrrt)
You can still hear the sneaks (Woo, swoosh)
Ballin' in some Dungarees
Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?
For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
Heard you the nigga overseas, but that's only overseas
I'm the one who oversees shit, "Oh man, it's him again"
I'm up in the rim, Gatorade and M&M's
Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
My girlfriend got a little friend
All the way on the other end
'Cause she don't deal with the middle man
Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)
[Gucci Mane:]
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby , I'm too fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky (Yeah)
[A$AP Rocky:]
Just pass me the rock and watch him go
Just run me the play and let me know
With a broken leg, I let it go (Leggo, leggo, leggo)
I ain't gotta say it 'cause they know (Woo)
[Gucci Mane:]
Gucci is materialistic, he's too fuckin' flashy
He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
So, so deaf to these suckers, I'm like JD in '03
My ho said that I'm too cocky, I don't play nothin' but me
These girls got nothing to show you, I'll give you something to see
These dudes keep comin' up short like they a pair of capris
Don't group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin' me
Them dudes ain't got nothin' on me, I got a money disease
I'm too cold for these suckers, they ain't got more money than me
I wear my mink in the summer when it's a hundred and three (Burr)
I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me
I know that bitch want to fuck me, but she's too tiny for me
It's my way or the highway, you either like or leave
This Rollie cost us the G's, a couple bricks on my sleeve (Yeah)
When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine
It's Wop
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky (It's Gucci)
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky (Wizop)
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky (Damn)
We got London On Da Track
Don't Come Out The House lyrics - Metro Boomin (feat. 21 Savage)
[21 Savage:]
Bang outside, I hang outside
Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside
Bang outside, I hang outside
Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside
Bang outside, hang outside
Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside
Bang outside, hang outside
Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside
13, got my first stripe, first stripe
Glenwood road, where they shiest, nigga
Slaughter Gang so I keep a knife, nigga
We was broke so all we ate was rice, nigga
Paid the J's to cut on my mama's lights, nigga
Come get your bitch, she tryna spend the night, nigga (Straight up)
You a bitch, that make her a dyke, nigga (Pussy)
All these bodies, I can't sleep at night, nigga
Y'all must thought that I was gon' whisper the whole time (21)
I ran out of weed, I sent your bitch out of town (On God)
Gave her fifteen hundred and she came back with pounds (Straight up)
Rappers think they it, but they really just clowns (On God)
Gucci store, a hundred thou', that's just in a day (On God)
Always cheatin', I'm a dog, think I need a cage (On God)
Savage loaded, chips and dip, I'm not talkin' 'bout Lays (21)
Throwback Rafs, call 'em retros, I'm not talkin' 'bout J's (21)
First name 21, last name Hefner, I got too many freaks (21)
Levi jeans, low self-esteem, he on BlackPeopleMeet (21)
Look like Maya, she's on fire, who got the keys to my Jeep? (Straight up)
Who want smoke 'cause I want smoke, I had a wet dream about beef (21)
Bang outside, hang outside
Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside
Bang outside, I hang outside
Don't come out the house 'cause the gang outside
Kids see my car, they get to playin' Bingo (Skrrt skrrt)
Off-brand rappers stealin' all the lingo (I did that first)
Thirty on my hip, the label want a singles (On God)
I green light hits, I don't make jingles (Straight up)
Shut your damn mouth 'fore you drop, nigga (Drop nigga)
Last nigga dissed me dropped, nigga (Straight up)
I want smoke nigga, all nigga (On God)
Savage kill all of his opps nigga (21)
Smoke the mall last week, ball nigga (21)
Slaughter Gang, yeah we brawl nigga (Straight up)
4L Gang, lot of shots nigga
Savage kill all of his opps nigga (Pussy)
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up