Still Serving lyrics - 21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin

[21 Savage:]

AK with the scope, nigga and it's real dirty (21)

It don't got Glock on the bottom, nigga it ain't no real 30 (Facts)

Dranking all this Act', it got my vision real blurry (21)

My uncle just turned forty-nine and he still serving

Got a bitch hooked on dick (21) put a shoestring on my TEC (yeah)

I ain't never been no bitch (21) and I stand up when I piss (On God)

VVS's all on my wrist, my nigga, white stones just to match my chain (My chain)

Bought a AP rose gold, AP yellow gold, nigga and I bought one plain

Go against the gang and it cost him (Cost him)

Made a diss song and I offed him (I offed him)

I take niggas off, I don't take losses (On God)

Bitch I pop my collar like the bosses (21, 21)

Nigga, pop your collar like the bosses (Bosses)

Nigga, flip your dollars like the bosses (Bosses)

Runoff on your partner like the bosses (21, 21)

And I'm sending hits like the bosses (On God, nigga)

Savage keep that Glock on him, yeah (Yeah)

Savage think 'bout dropping M's, yeah (Yeah)

Nigga talking 'bout robbing him, well (Well)

Them .223s gon' make his face swell (21, 21)

AK with the scope, nigga and it's real dirty (21)

It don't got Glock on the bottom, it ain't no real 30 (Facts)

Dranking all this Act', it got my vision real blurry (21)

My uncle just turned forty-nine and he still serving (On God)

Got a bitch hooked on dick (21) put a shoestring on my TEC (Yeah)

I ain't never been no bitch (21) and I stand up when I piss (On God)

VVS's all on my wrist, my nigga, white stones just to match my chain (My chain)

Bought a AP rose gold, AP yellow gold, nigga and I bought one plain

[Offset:]

Offset!

I got a lot of codeine habits (Lean)

I was robbin' at the store when I ain't have it (Give it up)

Still depend on the stick, it's automatic (Brrt)

Rich bitch, and yeah my bitch got a Patek

Reaching for my chain, cut his hand off when I order

Skeleton, 5980 cost a quarter (Bust)

Borders, I got Mexicans to transport it (Plugs)

Couple hundred thousand stashed in the dirt soil (Stash)

Still in the kitchen, off cooking up pollo (Still)

55 years old asking for a photo, ugh

Diamonds on the throat, I'm a GOAT (Ugh)

Margiela coat in the snow ho-ho

Pop the Adderall like a Tylenol

Playin' with the racks, volleyball matching haunted house (Racks)

Bitch, I'm from the Nawf and I've did it all (Nawf)

I was 'bout to knock 'em out but I put it off (Spared)

Stones in my mouth cost me twenty-five (Stones)

All these wedding bands on like I got twenty wives (Whoo)

I'ma fuck around and let the semi ride (Hey)

I'ma chop the block up like a samurai (Hey)

Nigga, you done told about a hundred lies (Cap)

Nigga cappin', you ain't never did no homicide (Cap)

'Bout that action, see me flashing like the paparazz' (Pah, pah)

And we deeper than the fucking Nazis (Hey)

[21 Savage:]

AK with the scope, nigga and it's real dirty (21)

It don't got Glock on the bottom, it ain't no real 30 (Facts)

Dranking all this Act', and it got my vision real blurry (21)

My uncle just turned forty-nine and he still serving

Got a bitch hooked on dick (21) put a shoestring on my TEC (Yeah)

I ain't never been no bitch (21) and I stand up when I piss (On God)

VVS's all on my wrist, my nigga, white stones just to match my chain (My chain)

Bought a AP rose gold, AP yellow gold, nigga, and I bought one plain

I serve raw clean, yeah, I drink raw lean, yeah

I got raw clean, yeah, make your nose lean, yeah

I serve raw clean, yeah, I drink raw lean, yeah

I got raw clean, yeah, make your nose lean, yeah

Darth Vader lyrics - 21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin

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

[Offset:]

Yeah, the game I finessed it, yeah (Ooh)

I count up the blessings (Count up the blessings)

The diamonds is precious (Whoo, shine)

Ain't having no pressure (No)

I bought the plain Philippe, they said I was being too extra (Plain)

I brought the gang with me, Kel-Tec with the suppressor (The gang)

Recording all night, she sleep

Bitch, wake up, this dick is for breakfast (Wake up)

Oh, you tryna vibe with me? You gotta be day one, no lesser (Hey)

Got camera surveillance 'cause all of us made it

The mansion is gated (Mansion is gated)

We go gladiator, snub, nose a potato

All black like Darth Vader (Yeah)

Big Bentayga take the whole lane

Ain't no room for a hater (Whole lane)

Private jet with the whole gang

When I get home, it'll wait (Whole gang)

Ain't 'bout to pick up my phone today (Brr)

Know a nigga 'bout to get wet up (Brr)

Wanna bet up? (Who?)

Got hoes in the Nawf on the set up (Set up)

Look at my right wrist, 'guettes

Sparkles in the watch like X (X)

Karats on my neck have sex (Woo)

Fifty-seven nineties on deck (Seven ninety)

Runnin' from demons, angels in my dream when I'm leanin' (Angels)

TEC-9 wit' the beam (Brrt, brrt)

Don't nobody move before the shit start ringing (Bow)

Hold your horses, I'm a go cop me a roll of Forgis (Wait)

Hop out the Range and ghost it (Drip)

Luggage on planes is Goyard (Luggage)

Got a Mexican plug and a señorita (Hey)

This shit hold a dub, turn a nigga to the Grim Reaper (Yeah)

Yeah, the game I finessed it, yeah (Ooh)

I count up the blessings (Count up the blessings)

The diamonds is precious (Whoo, shine)

Ain't having no pressure (No)

I bought the plain Philippe, they said I was being too extra (Plain)

I brought the gang with me, Kel-Tec with the suppressor (The gang)

Recording all night, she sleep

Bitch, wake up, this dick is for breakfast (Wake up)

Oh, you tryna vibe with me? You gotta be there with no lesser (Hey)

Got camera surveillance 'cause all of us made it

The mansion is gated (Mansion is gated)

We go gladiator, snub, nose a potato

All black like Darth Vader

[21 Savage:]

From the robbin' to the trappin', I done done it all (Facts)

Weed, hard, soft, nigga, I done sold it all (On God)

I'ma keep it real, I done cuffed some hoes and all (Damn)

He took the stand, I can't believe this nigga told it all (Fuck)

I got Tom Ford all on my buckle (Yeah)

I just talk to my accountant and then I chuckle (Yeah)

I ain't got no trouble with these finances, dog (21)

I buy the shit, I don't finance it, dog

Run the money up, yeah, I'm on that real estate shit (21)

Gotta keep two guns, nigga, I see through the fake shit

My dog lost his life and it changed me (Damn)

I'm poppin' Percocets 'cause the pain deep (21)

Peel a hot box then we did a drive-by (Yeah)

Get your kids out the street, we finna slide by (Yeah)

I came up robbin' real dangerous (21)

They done made a street nigga famous (21, 21)

[Offset:]

Yeah, the game I finessed it, yeah (Ooh)

I count up the blessings (Count up the blessings)

The diamonds is precious (Whoo, shine)

Ain't having no pressure (No)

I bought the plain Philippe, they said I was being too extra (Plain)

I brought the gang with me, he Kel-Tec with the suppressor (The gang)

Recording all night, she sleep

Bitch, wake up, this dick is for breakfast (Wake up)

Oh, you tryna vibe with me? You gotta be there with no lesser (Hey)

Got camera surveillance 'cause all of us made it

The mansion is gated (Mansion is gated)

We go gladiator, snub, nose a potato

All black like Darth Vader

Hold your horses, I'm a go cop me a roll of Forgis

Hop out the range and ghost it

Luggage on planes is Goyard

Got a Mexican plug and a señorita

This shit hold the door, turn a nigga to the Grim Reaper

Issa Album (2017)

• Famous
• Bank Account
• Close My Eyes
• Bad Business
• Baby Girl
• Thug Life
• FaceTime
• Nothin New
• Numb
• Dead People
• Money Convo
• Special
• Whole Lot
• 7 Min Freestyle 

Famous lyrics - 21 Savage

Rags to riches, nigga came from the bottom

Hood rats, now a nigga fuckin' on models

Ridin' in the foreign, remember ridin' on MARTA

Grind got harder and my mind got smarter

I was gettin' bags for the cheap

When I ain't had money, I was robbin', nigga

I was gettin' bags for the free

21 Gang, they were right beside me

And they still with me, nigga, I'm on TV

Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em

I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber

I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother

I'm too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover

Niggas tryna clone a nigga's shit, damn, woah

Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo

Niggas want a handout, shit, mine broke

I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit

Can't change on my gang, niggas still here

Kinda hard to change my ways 'cause the shit real

Niggas rappin' 'bout shit they ain't even lived

Niggas lyin', I can hear it in their ad-libs

I'm poppin' Percocets, bitch, not Advil

It's kinda fucked up what they did to Black, damn

If I catch him in the trap, I'ma whack him

I catch that boy in traffic, nigga, I'ma whack him

Nigga, try to keep up with this fashion

Makin' sure my kids happy

They dependent on their daddy

Tryin' not to let the streets distract me

I know it's bumps in the road like acne

Had to sell dope, I couldn't be an athlete

I'm a solid young nigga, you can ask C

The internet ain't gon' help you understand me

I'm a street nigga, yeah I'm famous

I'm a rapper, nigga, and I'm gangbangin'

Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin'?

Everybody get it with your nigga flamin'

All these chains on a nigga like I'm stranglin'

Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then

You knockoff gangbangers ain't bangin'

In the hood everyday, I'm hangin'

And I come through when the gang need

And I wear shades so they can't see

And I pay them lawyers and the bond fees

Nigga one thousand, I'm beyond G

I put my main bitch inside Givenchy

Niggas still askin', "Can you front me?"

My old ho sayin', "Boy you growed up"

Promethazine, it got a nigga slowed up

Too solid, pussy niggas can't disclose us

Went and seen Eliantte, and he froze us

I'm too street to walk around with my nose up

Especially to the niggas knew me 'fore I blowed up

Savage Mode drop, now my price'll go up

Streets cold, nigga, they ain't showin' no love

Niggas get in front of judge and they fold up

Face shot, hit that boy with the whole dub

I'm a street nigga, yeah I'm famous

I'm a rapper, nigga, and I'm gangbangin'

Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin'?

Everybody get it with your nigga flamin'

All these chains on a nigga like I'm stranglin'

Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then

You knockoff gangbangers ain't bangin'

In the hood everyday, I'm hangin'

Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em

I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber

I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother

I'm too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover

Bank Account lyrics - 21 Savage

Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, ow, ow

Wow, wow, wow, ah, ow, ow, ow

I buy a new car for the bitch (For real)

I tear down the mall with the bitch (For real)

You can't even talk to the bitch (No)

She fucking with bosses and shit (On God)

I pull up in 'Rari's and shit (Skrrr)

With choppers and Harley's and shit (For real)

I be Gucci'd down (Gucci)

You wearing Lacoste and shit (Bitch)

Yeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh (Yeah)

Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh (In jail)

Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh (On God)

Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy (Bling)

Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)

Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (Fifty)

Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)

Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties

$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (Yeah)

Bitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes (Bitch)

I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (Nah)

The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard (Wild)

I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (Skrrr)

Niggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up (21)

I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)

I been smoking gas and I got no asthma

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Yeah, dawg, huh—yeah—, nah for real, dawg (21)

Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dawg (21)

Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dawg (Wet)

Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dawg (Wet)

Killed dog, I'm a real dawg—21—, you a lil' dawg (21)

Bill dog, want a bil', dog, chasing mil's, dawg (Yeah)

Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dawg (Wet)

Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill', dawg (21)

Chopper sting you like a eel, dawg (Fast)

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ruler clip—umm—, sent a ruler hit

Pull up on yo' bitch, she say that I got a ruler dick

Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit

Glock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hit

Yeah, yo' bitch, she get jiggy with me, keep that Siggy with me

Bitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me

Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me

'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

In my bank account, yeah (On God)

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)

$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket

Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes

I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action

The streets raised me, I'm a whole bastard

Close My Eyes lyrics - 21 Savage

Lot of shots (Yeah, yeah)

Lot of shots (Lot of shots)

30s on Glocks (Hollow tips)

30 shots (How I came)

Lot of shots (How I came)

Lot of shots (Four, five)

30s on Glocks (TEC-9)

Lot of shots (Yeah, yeah)

30s on Glocks (Lot of, what?)

Put you on Fox (Hold up, what?)

Nigga we ain't goin' (Fox 5)

Lot of shots (Breaking news)

30s on Glocks (Red shirts)

30s on Glocks

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

Lot of shots, hold up

30s on Glocks, hold up

Put you on Fox, hold up

Put 'em in a casket, yeah

Pull up on a Banshee, yeah

Nigga, fuck your handshake, yeah

Feel like I'm the last real rapper 'cause these niggas weird

Nah, these niggas queers

Sippin' Act, Cheers

In my own lane, nigga, watch where you steer

Think I got 'em scared, shot 'em in the beard

That's a chin check, I'm certified everywhere

Man, I'm certified for real, nigga

Nah, for real, nigga

Used to record right on deal, nigga

Nah, for real, nigga

Pillow talking get you killed, nigga

Nah, for real, nigga

Bronx niggas say I'm ill nigga

Nah, for real, nigga

Bought a pawn shop for real, bitch

Nah, for real, bitch

Keep my gun cocked for real, bitch

Nah, for real, bitch

Nigga, we bond drop for real, bitch

Nah, for real, bitch

Cut your lawns off for real, bitch

Nah, for real, bitch

I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm way too high, dawg

I can't get no sleep, I swear I'm way too high, dawg

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg

Peel a hotbox when it's time to ride, dawg

If you froze up last time, then you can't ride, dawg

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg

Molly make ya' jaws lock

Nah, for real, dawg

This bitch done got me pissed off

Need a pill, dawg

Tryna make a brick lock, whip your wrist, dawg

Tryna make a brick lock, whip your wrist, dawg

I bought a 9 and he front a 9, that's a half a brick

Got a 'Rari nigga in the back still in the 6

We was young, you was on the swing, I was playin' with sticks

In the trap, listenin' for the brakes on a Crown Vic

Hear the motherfucker squeak, we gon' hit the cut

Trickin' niggas in the spot, we gon' stick 'em up

Fox Five gang, coroner gon' pick 'em up

Breaking news gang, nigga, put your trigger finger up

Yeah, all my niggas throwed off

Drive by, shoot your doors off

Turn your four-door to a coupe, nigga

Yeah, knock the noodles out your soup, nigga

Yeah, Zone 6 niggas love to shoot niggas

Yeah, you heard 'bout it

Nigga, we ain't worried 'bout ya

Hang around real shottas, hang around real robbers

Y'all nigga real killers, pullin' up real yoppas

I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm way too high, dawg

I can't get no sleep, I swear I'm way too high, dawg

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg

Peel a hotbox when it's time to ride, dawg

If you froze up last time, then you can't ride, dawg

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dawg

Go against the gang, that's like suicide, dawg (Yeah)

Go against the gang, that's like suicide, dawg (21)

Walk-ups only, we don't shoot and drive, dawg

We woke the neighbors up, at first the street was quiet, dawg

Have you ever did a real homicide, nigga?

Have you ever made a nigga mama cry, nigga?

Do or die nigga gotta do or die, nigga (21)

If you ain't the one doing it, you gon' die, nigga (21)

Sometimes I look at God and I wonder, "Why?," nigga

Why my niggas had to be the ones that died, nigga? (Why?)

They killed one, we gon' kill five, nigga (Facts)

Winter time, we gon' set your block on fire, nigga (On God)

Yeah, yeah, like the 4th July, nigga (21)

Broad day, lettin' them bullets fly, nigga (Pow-pow-pow-pow)

Pull up with a stick like I'm Sah, nigga

Gang gang, dare a nigga to try it, nigga

I don't wanna go to sleep, I'm way too high, dog

I can't get no sleep, I swear I'm way too high, dog

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog

Peel a hotbox when it's time to ride, dog

If you froze up last time, then you can't ride, dog

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog

I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog

Bad Business lyrics - 21 Savage

Yeah lil bitch, yeah

Know what goin' on lil bitch, yeah

Big dawg lil bitch

Yeah come suck a big dick, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, ah, ah

Ow, wow, wow, wow

Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah

Hellcat speed racin' (speed racin')

Suck it 'til your knees achin' (knees achin')

Bitch, I ain't got no patience (no patience)

I'm finna take a baecation (a baecation)

Saint Laurent jacket, thirty-five dawg (yeah)

Cartier shades, twenty-five dawg (yeah)

You ready to tell, I can see it in your eyes dawg (yeah)

I ain't got no license, but I still drive, dawg (Yeah)

Two hundred on the dash, real fast, yeah (21, 21)

Project bitch, real ass, yeah (real ass)

On that Glenwood I made a lot of cash, yeah (real cash)

At the bottom, up in Hollow sellin' bags, yeah (real bags)

You niggas got me fucked up, you got me twisted (yeah)

I pull it out the boxers and then she lick it (yeah)

I'm smoking on some moonrock, this shit is sticky (yeah)

There go the state troopers, I'm finna hit it (skrt)

Do the dash in it (21), throw some cash in it (yeah)

Let me smash in it (yeah), I'll smash in it (yeah)

Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (yeah)

Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (yeah)

Bitch I'm bad business (21), bitch I'm bad business (woah)

Bitch I'm bad business (woah), bitch I'm bad business (woah, woah)

Bitch I'm bad business (woah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah)

Bitch I'm bad business (yeah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah)

Niggas talk (21)

Hoes talk (lil bitch)

Thirty on the Glock, let the poles talk (21, 21)

Party on the yacht, brought the hoes out (21, 21)

All my niggas on the yacht y'all so not (yeah)

I'm in the Hellcat doin' donuts (yeah)

Your baby mama sleepin' on the blow-up (blow-up)

Mad Max, nigga what the bloodclaat (the bloodclaat)

Four-five leave you with a blood clot (a blood clot)

Savage 'round killers nigga, oh shit (oh shit)

Percocets and lean, that's my dosage (facts)

I heard you got them bags, get your door kicked (smash)

Four four two with the floor shift (rah)

Do the dash in it (yeah), throw some cash in it (yeah)

Let me smash in it (woah), I'll smash in it (I'll smash)

Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (my mans)

Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (xans)

Bitch I'm bad business (yeah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah)

Bitch I'm bad business (yeah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah)

Bitch I'm bad business (yeah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah)

Bitch I'm bad business (yeah), bitch I'm bad business (yeah)

Alright

Baby Girl lyrics - 21 Savage

Yeah, whole pointers 'round my muhfuckin' neck, nigga

Yeah, six karats in my ears, nigga

Yeah, I look like a blizzard, lil nigga

Yeah, too many chains, bitch, you can't change

Yeah, treat these hoes like I ain't got home training

Yeah, tennis chains, too many karats

Yeah, VVS nigga, real clarity

Yeah, I'm a gangster, you a bitch, clearly

Yeah, can't let a broke bitch get near me

Yeah, and the bank cash my check barely

Yeah, Saint Laurent got your bitch staring

Goyard bag, I'm on some other shit, bitch boy

Fire at us and get your pussy ass hit, boy

You dropped outta school to jump out with that stick, boy

All you niggas get capped, I'm the real McCoy

Yeah, smoking cookie, nigga, Chips Ahoy

Yeah, had to block her number 'cause the bitch annoying

No more hot boxes, nigga, all my shit foreign

Red, red, pee in the bed, got a nigga snoring

Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl

Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl

Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl

Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl

Ye ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl

Ye ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin', I ain't stayin', baby girl

Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl

Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl

Stab a nigga up, this that Shawshank Redemption

Bitch, I send hits, I don't walk 'round with tension

Got a island girl and she come from St. Vincent

Pull up with the chopper, nigga stuttering and flinching

Bitch, I'm John Gotti, I be running like henchmen

Bitch, you better be a pro

'Cause you ain't finna learn how to suck on this dick

Bitch, I'mma buy me a K, extended clip on the bottom of this shit

Bitch, my 833's and 204, they makin' me biscuits

Hoe, I'm really rich, don't know what a bitch thought

VVS bitch, they doin' a crip walk

Niggas act like JJ, you might as well hit chalk

My GD partners throwin' up the pitchfork

Put it in a bowl and whip it 'til it get hard

I don't smoke weed 'cause it make me shh-noid

I pull up with the stick and let this bitch spark

Swear I would've shot that cracker if I was Rosa Parks

Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl

Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl

Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl

Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl

Ye ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl

Ye ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin', I ain't stayin', baby girl

Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl

Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl

Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog

Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog

Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog

Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog

21

Thug Life lyrics - 21 Savage

Scrape the corner, buy a Rover

Crack inside my grandma's sofa

Sunday, family coming over

Move the crack behind the toaster

Carry pistols with no holsters

Trying not to be a poster

You was listening to your coaches

I was listening to the vultures

And I slept with rats and roaches

That's why I don't smoke no roaches

Niggas tryna knock my focus

Wonder why I'm sippin' potion

We happy, dog but we ain't joking

Big bullets, we ain't poking

In that pussy, slow motion

Nigga, ain't none of my songs wrote

I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, nigga, fuck you

Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you

If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you

Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should'a trust you

Hoe stab a nigga in the back like the streets do

Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you

Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through

Gang, gang, screaming "fuck you", they want to eat you

My son got asthma, grandma having spasms

Fuck the chatter, he gon' tattle, put 'em on the platter

Snakes plotting on my downfall I can hear 'em rattle

(That fuck nigga gone flop man

21 ain't even no real nigga, fuck that nigga)

We sticking to the G code, nigga we ain't beefin' over freak ho's

I hit her on the D low, yeah she like my steelo

That nigga think that he a bully, do him like Craig did Deebo

30-round hangin' out the big Glock

Nigga, no six shots, shootin' 'til the clip stops

You a lil' kid and I'm a big dog

Nigga, when we pullin' up the sticks out

Too much money got 'em pissed off

Nigga, I'ma pull up at yo bitch house

Fuck a niggas bitch to get a kick out it

Nigga pop percs, 'gone get a kick out it

Drinking on syrup with my dick out

Glock-17 with the dick out

I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, nigga, fuck you

Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you

If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you

Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should've trusted you

Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho

Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho

Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho

Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho

All my tint presidential, like I'm Trump, dawg

Secret service shooters, leave 'em niggas slumped, dawg

Denzel, I get surgical with this pump, dawg

Busting down, breaking down, then I put it in a blunt, dawg

Made man stamped, I got "21" stamped

In my face, teetee and taytay in the same count

I was down, bad and now I'm shining like a lamp

You put a ring on her, she ain't nothing but a tramp

They kicked me outta middle school and sent me to the house

We 'bout that gunplay, nigga, motherfuck 'yo count

19, I bought a Cutlass, four 12's and an amp

Beating down Glenwood, nigga, feeling like a champ

Nigga, we ain't takin' no deals

Lil nigga we ain't snitchin', we ain't making no sound

Used to jump niggas, now we jumping in a crowd

Used to make my mama cry, but now I make her proud

I remember rainy days but now she like the sound

I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, nigga, fuck you

Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you

If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you

Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should've trusted you

Hoe stab a nigga in the back like the streets do

Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you

Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through

Gang, gang, screaming "Fuck you, they want to eat you"

FaceTime lyrics - 21 Savage

Mustard On The Beat, hoe

Henny in my system, I'm gone (I'm gone)

Speedin' on the E way, all gone (gone)

Girl you put up with that nigga? You strong (you strong)

Ain't no need to play games, I'm grown (I'm grown)

Out there cheating, man, it turn ya heart cold (heart cold)

She don't wanna hear the lies this old (this old)

Takin' shots even when it's too strong (too strong)

Fuck a nigga, lick her, make her moan (her moan)

Gotta get up in the mornin', she grown (she grown)

I be drankin', I be drivin', I'm wrong (I'm wrong)

Had a long day at work and I know (I Know)

I can't text my girl, I'm on my way home (way home)

I'm too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime)

I won't waste your time if you don't waste mine (don't waste mine)

Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon' taste mine (taste mine)

I won't take your love for granted if you don't take mine (take mine)

We can get drunk all weekend

Let's get drunk all weekend, baby

We can get drunk all weekend

Let's get drunk all weekend, baby

We can get drunk all weekend

Let's get drunk all weekend, baby

We can get drunk all weekend

Let's get drunk all weekend, yeah

I take her shoppin', that's easy (that's easy)

Fuck the summer, girl I ball all season (all season)

She don't want me to think that she easy (she easy)

But she ain't tryna make it seem like she teasin' (she teasin')

We just chillin' at the bar and she cheesin' (she cheesin')

Buy a hundred shots for no reason (reason)

Man, I'm tryna take you home this evening (this evening)

Brown liquor got her panties leakin' (leakin')

That nigga stealin' pussy, he thiefin' (he thiefin')

OG Kush, I'm chiefin' (I'm chiefin')

Let me swim inside your pool, yeah, the deep end (deep end)

And we can get drunk all weekend (weekend)

I'm too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime)

I won't waste your time if you don't waste mine (don't waste mine)

Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon' taste mine (taste mine)

I won't take your love for granted if you don't take mine (take mine)

I'm too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime)

I won't waste your time if you don't waste mine (don't waste mine)

Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon' taste mine (taste mine)

I won't take your love for granted if you don't take mine (take mine)

We can get drunk all weekend

Let's get drunk all weekend, baby

We can get drunk all weekend

Let's get drunk all weekend, baby

We can get drunk all weekend

Let's get drunk all weekend, baby

We can get drunk all weekend

Let's get drunk all weekend, yeah

I'm too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime)

I won't waste your time if you don't waste mine (don't waste mine)

Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon' taste mine (taste mine)

I won't take your love for granted if you don't take mine (take mine)

Nothin New lyrics - 21 Savage

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn

Damn, damn, damn, damn

21, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Zaytoven

Yeah, yeah, yeah

If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

They thought I only rapped about murder and pistols (21)

I'm tryna feed my family, I ain't being political (Fuck)

You ain't givin' out money, then they look at you pitiful (On God)

You make a couple million, niggas greedy, they envy you (Damn)

Ayy, fuck that other side, we gon' shoot up your Sprinter (Fuck)

I used to sell that crack and spray that MAC out that rental (Facts)

Niggas run and hide when we roll down the window

Got a extendo and a hoodie, he can't wait 'til December

Got a extendo and a hoodie, he gon' shoot you on camera (21)

Lost his faith in Jesus Christ, he prayin' to a bandana

Police gunned his brother down, this shit too hard to handle (Fuck)

Loadin' up his chopper (Loadin'), he gon' show 'em black lives matter (21, 21, 21)

Another nigga made the news, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)

He done dropped outta school, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)

He done got his first tool, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)

Mama on that dog food, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)

He smokin' weed and he changin', it ain't nothin' new (On God)

All his friends gang-bangin', it ain't nothin' new (On God)

Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue (They all blue)

Another nigga from the hood tryna ball, too (Ball for real)

Shit gettin' outrageous (On God)

Treat us like slaves then they lock us up in cages (21)

Young, black, poor, ain't had a father since a baby

Why you think we skip school and hang out on the pavement? (Why?)

Why you think we ridin' 'round with choppers off safety? (Why?)

Streets cutthroat, nigga, so I'm cutthroat (Cutthroat)

I used to sell dope, nigga, now I can't vote (Vote)

Poppin' Percocets to kill the pain, I can't cope (God)

Anger in my genes, they used to hang us up with ropes (21)

Civil rights came so they flood the hood with coke (Real)

Breakin' down my people, tryna kill our faith and hope (Hope)

They killed Martin Luther King and all he did was spoke (21)

Welcome to the hood, yeah, where niggas dyin' at (Dyin')

Same place where the best chicken gettin' fried at (Uh)

Same place where the police killin', tellin' lies at (Uh)

It ain't just the babies, man, I swear their mamas cryin' now (21)

Another nigga made the news, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)

He done dropped outta school, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)

He done got his first tool, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)

Mama on that dog food, it ain't nothin' new (It ain't nothin' new)

He smokin' weed and he changin', it ain't nothin' new (On God)

All his friends gang bangin', it ain't nothin' new (On God)

Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue (They all blue)

Another nigga from the hood tryna ball too (Ball for real)

Numb lyrics - 21 Savage

Grind hard, nigga, grind hard, I done grind hard

Late nights playin' b-ball with a decoy

I was on the corner with the robbers and the d-boys

Now I'm on the charts, man, this shit is unbelievable

Mama, it's a lot of secrets that I had to keep from you

Got in so much trouble, thought the teachers had beef with you

And it paid off 'cause we livin' like the Greeks and Jews

Used to leave your stove runnin', stove runnin' (21, 21)

Now it's Louis rags when my nose runnin'

Got it out the mud, I don't owe nothin'

You pussy ass niggas, I ain't on nothin'

Wanna see me fucked up 'cause they poor hustlin'

The same niggas with me back when I was head itchin'

Man I'm having nightmares that the feds listenin'

You fake gangstas pump fakin' and they scared snitchin'

The coupe fast and it's fucking up the dash digits

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money

Numb the pain with the money, numb the

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the

It's a bag on his head, I'ma pick it up

It was money in the house, I used to stick it up

Got your main bitch chillin', splashin', tryna lick it up

Dick ridin', niggas always tryna flick it up

I ain't tryna take no pictures, bitch I'm rollin' Swishers

I count my back end then I jump out with that pistol

If you ain't suckin' dick you get a early dismissal

We got your wifey at the spot, she tryna lick a pickle

I just went and bought a Lamb and it cost a nickel

And I came from the bottom and it feel good

And I went platinum, still in the hood

And I take the gang with me everywhere I go

Why these niggas hatin' on me? Man I don't know

Ain't a place in the world that I can't go

And I got a hundred racks inside a Go-Go

And I get a hundred racks for a show, show

Wanna give a bitch my heart but I can't though

I can't fall in love with a stank ho

Lil' bitch I fell in love with the bank ho

And you know I love that good drank, ho

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money

Numb the pain with the money, numb the

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the

Numb the pain with the money and I ride 'round with that Tommy

And I put it in her stomach and I made that lil' bitch ride me

You're my old school runner, you're my old school runner

But my new school runnin', it costs more than a hundred

You lil' niggas so bummy (21)

Make a diss song, they gon' wrap you like a mummy

My young niggas geekin' on boot like zombies

They hungry, up it on you then they tell you, "Run it"

I stole cars, drove them like go-karts (facts)

Niggas actin' like bitches, they got both parts (cat)

And I came from the gutter, I don't got no heart

And I'm straight up out the gutter, I don't got no heart

Nigga when they killed my brother, I had to go hard

Put that chopper in his face and then I Bogart

Niggas tryna cross me, I don't understand it

I'm just tryna take care of the family

And I'm sippin' Codeine, not Brandy (21)

And I'm sippin' Codeine, I'm an addict

You go to jail, can't depend on a bad bitch

She fucked and sucked him tryna keep up with the fashion

And I'm really, really rich and I ain't braggin'

Sometimes I really can't believe this shit happened

Who woulda thought I'd make it rappin'?

I almost lost my life when I was trappin'

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money

Numb the pain with the money, numb the

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the

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

Dead People lyrics - 21 Savage

I'ma handle business

S600 big body and it's tinted, just to handle business

Percocets they got me in my feelings

I drive that Range Rover like it's rented

Hit 'em in the face, 'fore you turn state

Gotta beat the case, we gon' fuck your bae

We gon' beat her face

Walked out of Wells Fargo and ran to Chase

Hopped out a Bentley truck and jumped inside the Wraith

Young Savage, I was trappin' on the back street

All in traffic with that ratchet on the backseat

From the gutter, fake models don't attract me

Got a project bitch, she love to get nasty

I been drinkin' syrup seein' demons

Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin'

Right pocket full of dead people

I been hangin' with the dead people

I been hangin' with the dead people

I been hangin' with the dead people

All my pockets full of dead people

I done fell in love with dead people

Bitch you gettin' comfortable, I don't need you

You come around the gang, we might G you

She say don't nobody fuck her like we do

You know I share everything with my people

My jewelry twinkle twinkle

Doin' donuts in the foreign while it sprinkles

You keep callin', I'm ignoring, bitch I'm single

You keep callin', bitch I'm single like a pringle

You know I'm fly like G4

Bitch you riding in a Pinto

Bitch you know your nigga lame like the Winslows

I'm 21 but you know PDE my kinfolk

I been drinkin' syrup seein' demons

Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin'

Right pocket full of dead people

I been hangin' with the dead people

I been hangin' with the dead people

I been hangin' with the dead people

All my pockets full of dead people

I done fell in love with dead people

Money Convo lyrics - 21 Savage

Peon ass niggas (Whoa)

Levis and Adidas ass niggas (Ha, ha, ha)

Hi-Point having ass niggas (What)

I got a Glock and it don't jam my blast niggas (Facts)

You a lovey dovey buy a ring nigga (What)

I'm the type to pass her to the team, nigga

You went and bought that bitch Céline, nigga? (21)

Now she fuckin' me, I know you wanna kill her (Ha, ha)

And I sold dope on my 10 toes

We ain't fallin' out over freak hoes (On god)

21 Savage still in savage mode (On god)

I thought I told you I'm a savage on these hoes (On god)

Maybach with the curtains up (21)

I'm with Nudy, he gon' burn you up (Slime)

Fake gangbangin', nigga turned into a snitch (Huh)

Went against that 21, I left him in a ditch

Pull up

We like gas, we like gas, gas, gas (Gas)

Hol' up

We like cash, we like cash, cash, cash (Cash)

Hol' up

Wanna fuck me, I'm like yas, yas, yas (Yas)

Hol' up

VVS' drippin', dance, dance, dance (21)

Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I'm still humble (21)

Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble (21)

AK-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble (Sting)

Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin' meat, gumbo

Money talk, yeah, nigga, cash talk, yeah, nigga (21)

Ridin' 'round with that yappa tryna duck the feds, nigga (21)

Oh you drinkin' green? Nope, only drink that red, nigga (Red)

Only fuck the bad hoes, buy my cars with cash, ho

Niggas know I blast off, pull up with the mask off

Air it out like aerosol, I robbed Peter and Paul

Bought a 488, finna act an asshole

I've been gettin' so much money, they think I sold my damn soul

You a fake gangsta, you ain't ever shot nobody

I don't wanna hear them stories 'bout them fake bodies (21)

Young Savage send a hit like John Gotti (Gotti)

Nigga get whacked, thinkin' they hard 'cause they on molly (Bitch)

I'm the Saint Laurent Don, love to cash out (Cash out)

You a dick jumpin' faggot, you a mascot (Bitch)

You beat your bitch 'cause she walk 'round with her ass out (Yeah)

They wanna rob me 'cause I walk 'round with that bag out (Facts)

Drinkin' syrup, lil' bitch, I'm finna pass out

Never slippin', Glock 40 with a red dot (Facts)

Seven figure nigga, money all I talk about (Cash)

You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what ya talkin' 'bout?

Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

Money conversations, money conversations, money convo

Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I'm still humble

Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble

AK-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble

Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin' meat, gumbo

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

Special lyrics - 21 Savage

In my feelings, she got me in my feelings

She got me in my feelings (For real)

She got me in my feelings (For real)

Got me in my feelin' (For real)

She got me in my feelings (For real)

She got me in my feelings (For real)

Got me

Wheezy Beats

She got me in my feelings (For real)

Buy a brand new Bentley (For real)

Buy her new Chanel (For real)

I don't kiss and tell (No)

Her diamonds raindrop (Yeah)

Stay down when the fame stop (Yeah)

She be scratchin' on my tank top

Real niggas 'gone make the pain stop

Baby, is you gone ride with me 'till the wheels off? (21)

Baby, you 'gone calm me down when I'm pissed off (21)

I'm a savage, so your panties might get ripped off (Take 'em off)

Your ex didn't know how to appreciate you, now he missed out

We got somethin' special

We got somethin' special

We got somethin' special

We got somethin' special

I was finna text you

But I ain't wanna pest you

Even if we ain't together (No matter we're forever)

I'm still comin' to your rescue

Put you in that coupe

Put you in Jimmy Choo (21)

Birkin bag (Yeah), twenty-five thousand on the tag (Yeah)

Put you on a private jet (Yeah)

We ain't never ridin' first class (Yeah)

And we havin' sex in the air (Yeah)

Man, I hope the pilot don't crash (Yeah)

Hard to find a bad bitch to stay true to me (21)

Who gon' spend them late nights in the booth with me?

Got a gutter bitch, she pullin' up to shoot with me

If you can't stay down, then you ain't gon' reap the fruits with me

Coke bottle model and she like to swallow

Pussy so good, I give her all my guala (All my money)

I got your back forever, put that on my partner (On God)

You ain't gotta pay no bills, you found my heart

We got somethin' special

We got somethin' special (Yeah)

We got somethin' special

We got somethin' special

I was finna text you

But I ain't wanna pest you

Even if we ain't together (No matter we're forever)

I'm still comin' to your rescue

Ride with me (Ride with me)

Tell the truth and don't you lie to me (Lie to me)

You know I need you on my side with me (Side with me)

Tell the truth and don't you lie to me (Lie to me)

Baby, roll with me (Roll with me)

Jump in that coupe and, baby, coast with me (Coast with me)

If I was broke, she kickin' doors with me (Doors with me)

Baby, roll with me, roll with me (21)

I'mma hold you down forever, you my round forever

They just want to use you, but I'm tryna help you

Savage tryna build, they just tryna feel

Really ain't none of their business, we got somethin' real

We got somethin' special

We got somethin' special

We got somethin' special

We got somethin' special

I was finna text you

But I don't wanna pest you

Even if we ain't together (No matter we're forever)

I'm still comin' to your rescue

Whole Lot lyrics - 21 Savage

[Young Thug:]

Yeah nigga, it's a knife and all, y'know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah nigga, I hit your wife and all, y'know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y'know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, Metro Boomin want some more nigga

[21 Savage (Young Thug):]

Nigga made a whole lotta guala

Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)

Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch)

Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool)

And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)

Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)

And I got a bad bitch callin' (and I gotta)

Put a bad bitch in Cartier

Catch a nigga ridin' down College (skrt skrt)

Catch a nigga ridin' down Godby (get madder nigga)

We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage

We don't talk about it, we shotters

Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)

Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)

I'm a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)

And I'm gon' hit my targets (voom voom)

VVS's drippin' off my chain, hoe (ooh)

I be in them places where you can't go (can't go)

My brother down the road on tango (I still see him)

You rap niggas sweeter than a mango (pussy sweet)

TEC on me with the coolie on it

I'ma fuck around and I'ma squeeze (ooh)

Pain runnin' through my veins

I don't want the fame, I just wanna eat (ooh)

Rap niggas callin' my phone

Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain't G's (one hunnit)

Spend on a lot of niggas, I ain't spend no more

Fuck around and get robbed 'round me (fast)

Chain snatched

Watch snatched, don't get it back (get it)

Chopper on you (slat)

Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)

I'm Young Savage

Real nigga, they vouchin' for that (they vouchin' for that)

I keep it on me

One in the head, I'm cockin' it back

Nigga made a whole lotta guala (yeah)

Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)

Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch)

Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (ain't trippin on 'em)

And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)

Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)

And I got a bad bitch callin' (and I gotta)

Put a bad bitch in Cartier (yeah)

Catch a nigga ridin' down College (ooh)

Catch a nigga ridin' down Godby (get madder nigga)

We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (ain't talk about it)

We don't talk about it, we shotters (ain't talk about it)

Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)

Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)

I'm a street nigga and a artist (ooh)

And I'm gon' hit my targets

And I make your bitch drop it back

And I spend a dub in Saks

And I do a whole lot of drinkin'

I done put a hole in my kidney

Y'all niggas pussy like kittens (uh)

VVS's on, I need mittens (VVS)

Nigga, we ain't leavin' no witness

Stomp a nigga 'til he need stitches (woah)

I ain't never played no victim

Every nigga played, I killed him

Put a nigga in a blender, nigga, then we chop it up (then we chop it up)

Put it in the Pyrex, nigga, then we lock it up (lock it up)

Put that bitch inside a Benz, she was in a Acura

Niggas be actin' tough, I just be stackin' up (I just be stackin' up)

Used to ride around with Dracos, now I'm going platinum (platinum)

Nigga made a whole lotta guala (yeah)

Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)

Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch)

Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (ain't trippin on 'em)

And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)

Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)

And I got a bad bitch callin' (and I gotta)

Put a bad bitch in Cartier (yeah)

Catch a nigga ridin' down College (ooh)

Catch a nigga ridin' down Collins (get madder nigga)

We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (ain't talk about it)

We don't talk about it, we shotters (ain't talk about it)

Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)

Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)

I'm a street nigga and a artist (ooh)

And I'm gon' hit my targets

Nigga, put gold on denim (gold)

Nigga, I said it, I meant it (meant it)

Nigga, be fresh like mint (fresh)

Nigga on percs, I'm itchin' (nigga)

Nigga, I stayed in the trenches (nigga)

Niggas still play in the trenches (nigga)

Stayed up late on missions (fool)

Sometimes we ain't strike for a dime (for a dime)

If them niggas actin' scared, I ride (I'm gon' go)

When my brother got killed, I cried

I can't let a nigga stop my stride (stride)

Gotta keep this shit goin', gotta move (move)

If it come down to it, I'm bustin' moves (fool)

I jump up out that vert with a Uzi (skrt)

These facts, lil' nigga I'm the truth (truth)

You got goons, lil' nigga, I got troops (I got troops)

They don't got Instagrams 'cause they shoot (I got, I got)

Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe (got that coupe)

Coulda fucked that bitch, I passed her to the crew (here you go)

Shiverin' and shakin', boy you ain't gon' shoot

Rice Street, man I ate a lot of soups

Nigga made a whole lotta guala

Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)

Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch)

Nigga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool)

And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)

Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)

And I got a bad bitch callin' (and I gotta)

Put a bad bitch in Cartier

Catch a nigga ridin' down College (skrt skrt)

Catch a nigga ridin' down Godby (get madder nigga)

We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage

We don't talk about it, we shotters

Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)

Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)

I'm a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)

And I'm gon' hit my targets (voom voom)

7 Min Freestyle lyrics - 21 Savage

Southside, Southside on the, Southside on the, hey

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

Goyard duffle, yeah yeah

Got that Draco in it, yeah yeah

Whip a chicken, yeah yeah

Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah

And I got that Glock, yeah yeah

I got thirty shots, yeah yeah

Got your baby mama, yeah yeah

She bent over nigga, yeah yeah

Young Savage trappin', yeah yeah

And I'm fuckin' rappin', yeah yeah

I make lots of money, yeah yeah

And I throw it, throw it, yeah yeah

Ayy lil bitch you tryna blow it, yeah

Woah, chopper like a lawnmower, yeah

Woah, got that motherfuckin' dagger on me

Woah, stab a nigga and his lil homie, woah

And I'm ballin' like Nowitzki, woah

I get head like Lewinsky

Police tryna fingerprint me, woah

I'm runnin' out that motherfucker, nigga, woah

Get money like a motherfucker, nigga

Bags in, nigga gas in

Cash out, nigga cash in

I'm robbin', ski maskin'

You niggas know that I'm 'bout action

Fishtail with the traction

Fuck a fistfight, nigga I was blasting

Air that motherfucker out, we was smashin'

Got them VVS's on me, nigga glass

Fuck school nigga, always skipped class

Fuck the other side, throwin' red rags

Slaughter Gang, PDE gon' do you bad nigga

Runnin' through this cash, through this cash nigga

And my bitch bad, bitch bad nigga

Yeah, and I got a bag, got a bag nigga

Why these niggas mad, why they sad nigga

'Cause I'm poppin' ho, yeah I'm poppin' ho

Got your main bitch, pussy poppin' ho

We don't want that pussy, we just want that toppy, ho

And I don't want it if the shit ain't sloppy ho

Yeah, gang gang, nigga gang gang

Ayy, niggas snitching in the chain gang, ayy

They must not know they go in the chain gang, ayy

Stab 'em up, nigga stab 'em up

I'm in a Bentley truck, you in a Acura

You niggas actin' like I ain't got racks or somethin'

You niggas actin' like I ain't in the trap or somethin'

Fuck you niggas thought, Savage was just rappin' huh

Hey, your main bitch, she gon' back it up

21, that two-two-three gon' make you back it up

21, that show money I just stack it up

21, I'm real gangster, you just acting tough, woah

Niggas tryna put the feds on me, woah

My young niggas droppin' shells on 'em, woah

I know they scared now, scared now

Niggas broke, they can't even pay they bail now

Ayy, I get a brick and I bust it down, nigga

Put it in the pyrex and drown it, nigga

Water whip the dope, water whip it

Ho, water whip your ho, water whip 'em, yeah

Them VVS's got her hypnotized, yeah

I used to walk around with two nines, woah

Then I hit a nigga for two nines, 21

That's a half a brick lil nigga, 21

You a fuckin' shrimp lil nigga, 21

I got somethin' for that lip lil nigga, 21

Have you with a limp lil nigga, 21

Cut you up, no temp lil nigga, yeah

I get money 'cause I'm rich nigga, yeah

I might fuck all on your bitch nigga, yeah

Got a drank in in the vip nigga, yeah

She want a gangster, not a wimp nigga, yeah

Burberry fur on me, shit, woah

Thirty, Steph Curry on me, shit, woah

Eating chicken curry in this bitch, woah

Good food, nigga good food, 21

I'm a gangster, you a good dude, 21

I won't text her 'til she send nudes, 21

She call my phone when the rent due, 21

I ain't got a dime for your stankin' ass, 21

Wash your behind with your stankin' ass, bitch

And your nigga broke, down bad, bitch

All my niggas havin' fuckin' bags, bitch

Rich niggas, rich niggas, rich, 21

Hit nigga, hit nigga, hit, 21

That stick nigga, stick nigga, stick, 21

Bricks nigga, licks nigga, hits, 21

Slaughter Gang, PDE the shit, 21

Got the rap game on lock fast, 21

Got the block game on lock fast, 21

I got that Glock aim on lock fast, 21

I drop cop and send shots fast, 21

You only gangster when the gangsters gone, 21

You just a pussy with a camera phone, 21

You just a bitch with an Instagram, 21

No trigger finger, I got a trigger hand, 21

All of 'em like to shoot nigga, 21

All of 'em like boot nigga, 21

All of 'em in your boot nigga, 21

Finger holes, nigga finger holes, 21

You just a pussy with some finger rolls, 21

I can't respect a nigga with cornrows, 21

Broke nigga with your brother's clothes, 21

Broke nigga fuckin' your brother's hoes, 21

Get your own nigga, get your own, 21

You ain't grown, nigga you ain't grown, 21

Your money brown and my money long, 21

My blunt green and my gas strong, 21

Your bitch bad and I got her number, 21

All her friends wanna throw a slumber, 21

I might fuck all on that bitch mama, 21

I might take that lil bitch out that Honda, 21

Put that lil bitch in a Benz, yeah, 21

I wish that bitch had a twin, yeah, 21

She want all my friends, yeah, 21

Man that bitch got on some Timbs, yeah, 21

But I put that bitch in Gucci Gucci, 21

Man I fuck that bitch like she Karruche, 21

I might lick that, do the oochie coochie, 21

Got a brown one like a nigga Boosie, 21

Nigga catch me all up in Bruce's, 21

And you know I pull up with that uzi, 21

I'ma shoot a nigga, make the news and, 21

Niggas umm, niggas niggas losin', 21

Yeah yeah, nigga yeah yeah, 21

Serve a nigga with no scale scale, 21

Come and help me wrap this bale, bale, 21

Fuck 12, no seatbelt, 21

Fuck 12, I don't need help, 21

12 gauge, nigga that's my help, 21

mixtape: 21 Gang (2016)

• 21 Way
• Soda
• Hollow Tips
• Oh Ok
• Extendo
• Rollies
• It's Sold
• Whoa
• I'm A Savage
• Start Firing
• How To Ball
• Organized Crime
• Drippin'
• Trappin Out
• Gotta Get That Check
• Who Ya Gang
• Extortion 

21 Way lyrics - 21 Savage

Hot box with a paper tag on it

Your baby brother used to be my crash dummy

Don't call my phone if it ain't 'bout cash money

I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout cash money

I got a lot of shooters 'round me and they hungry

He sold a zip and now he acting like he Tony

I be chasing after money like I'm homeless

I had to leave that bitch alone cause she was bogus

Put a 100 on your head

Now a nigga dead

You niggas know that Young Savage will paint the city red

I don't want to do no song with these niggas 'cause they scared

Draco on the seat I keep that Draco on the seat

Molly, percs and weed you know these bitches like to eat

Slaughter gang, we slaughter hoes cause half these bitches freaks

All the shit I've been through man it change a young G

That's why I keep that hundred round drum around me

That's why I keep a lot of fucking guns around me

If you ain't with the gang you better not come around me

All that motherfucking leechin', ain't no bummin' round' me

You like that pillow talk but niggas shoot for fun around me

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

They robbin' round my way

Shootin' around my way

Ain't nothing sweet, you better keep a gun around my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

They robbin' round my way

Shootin' around my way

Ain't nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way

Round my way

Round my way

Round my way

Soda lyrics - 21 Savage

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Wash away the pain with the soda

Tryna make the work double up, I beat the bowl up

Tryna make the work double up to meet my quota

.40 on my hip, you know that chopper on my shoulder

I remember hard times when it was no love

I remember fast money and them slow bucks

I got all this gold on me like the gold rush

VVS's drippin' on me, get your hoe took

I remember shoot outs niggas, broad day

Remember when I hit that nigga with the K

Niggas ain't loyal, nigga they'll betray you

Shoot 'em in the temple, give that nigga a fade

My dog got life and shit ain't been the same

All I got is money bags on my brain

Go hard in the booth and buy another chain

I do it for the money nigga, not the fame

21

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Wash away the pain with the soda

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Dippin' in a Range, in a Rover

Hollow Tips lyrics - 21 Savage

Let's start it up

Yeah, yeah

Freestyle shit nigga

Yeah

You know what the fuck poppin' nigga

Yeah, yeah

I got a lot of extended clips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of hollow tips

I be in the field, you be in the house

I be in the street, you be on the couch

Got a .223, put it in your mouth

I got a big ol' dick, I put it in your spouse

Young Savage hoe, what you know about it?

Young Savage hoe, what you gon' do about it?

You ain't shot nobody, you ain't got no bodies

AK-47, make you do the fuckin' Bobby

I got a lot of extended clips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of extended clips

Lot of hollow tips

Lot of hollow tips

Oh Ok lyrics - 21 Savage

Yeah, yeah, yeah

21 Savage, 21, 21

Ha yeah, yeah

Ha ha, ha,ha, ha ha, ha

Haha, haha

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ha ha ha, ya dig?

Carbon 15 on em

AR 15 on em

Got that Glock with the beam on it

Every nigga on my team want it

Oh, you a gangsta? You a savage now?

You ain't never sprayed a hundred rounds

Last nigga tried to gun me down

Left his body in the lost and found

Zone 6 shit bitch

Who the fuck told you shit was sweet?

Who the fuck want smoke with me?

Nigga barking up the wrong tree

Everybody want to hold nuts on Young Savage

Probably cause your bitch wanna fuck Young Savage

All these pussy niggas acting like they really trapping

You got one more strike fuckboy and I'ma whack you

But a nigga watch blinging, take it

But a nigga chain blinging, take it

Said he got a bankroll, take it

And yo' shooters ain't gon' do nothing

Fuck the glamour and the glitz

Bitch I keep extended clip

I keep extended clip

I love my extended clip

15 got my first trap spot

I beat that motherfucker out

19 niggas tried to jump me in the club

I aired that motherfucker out

You ain't 'bout that shit that you rapping 'bout

Nigga tell the truth, what you capping 'bout?

Nigga fuck the rap, we can clap it out

I take the 30 out and gonna slap you out

Pay attention man these niggas really weird

Pussy ass nigga gotta period

Bitch ass nigga

Snitch ass nigga

I take pictures with my hand on my hip ass nigga

When it gets real I'ma gon' and dip ass nigga

East Atlanta to Decatur to get your flip fast nigga

Got your bitch swallowing cum like some slim fast nigga

21 Gang and we don't throw no white flags nigga

Bitch, bitch!

A lotta um fake you know what I'm saying beef

Or whatever the fuck y'all call it

Nigga, we don't beef nigga

We just eat nigga

And keep it moving nigga

21 Savage

Slaughter King

Still on that bullshit

Still keep a full clip, ya dig?

Still give ya pussy ass a face lift nigga

21

Extendo lyrics - 21 Savage

Let me hire ten, fifteen, more good operators

And we hit 'em back, hit 'em hard, hit 'em where they live

Pull up, hanging out the window, hanging out the window

Hanging out the window, hanging out the window

Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo

Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo

It's slaughter gang, bitch, and then this shit is not pretendo

Bitch, this not pretendo, bitch, this ain't pretendo

I'm slaughter gang, savage pussy, boy, I keep extendo

Boy, I keep extendo, boy, I keep extendo

Bitch, I keep extendo, smoke you like some endo

Young Savage, bitch, I pull up hanging out the window

.223 with silencers, you pussy niggas playing

Young savage pull up, slaughter gang, we get to spraying

Layin' in yo bushes, bitch, I'm layin' in yo bushes

Nigga you's a pussy, boy, you sweeter than a cookie

Fifty thousand dollars if a nigga wanna book me

RIP to Bookme, I just cooked a cookie

Pull up, hanging out the window, hanging out the window

Hanging out the window, hanging out the window

Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo

Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo

It's slaughter gang, bitch, and then this shit is not pretendo

Bitch, this not pretendo, bitch, this ain't pretendo

I'm slaughter gang, savage pussy, boy, I keep extendo

Boy, I keep extendo, boy, I keep extendo

.223 with the beam, it gon' hit, son

Glock 40 on my hip, bitch, I keep one

In the head for these pussy niggas, think I'm sweet

I got a BGO bankroll, my shit on fleek

And all my brothers touching paper, bitch, we in the streets

I'm taking straight headshots if you fuck with me

I'm throwing up 21 and that 93

I rearrange yo mama house into a murder scene

Hanging out the window, hanging out the window

Hanging out the window, hanging out the window

Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo

Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo

It's slaughter gang, bitch, and then this shit is not pretendo

Bitch, this not pretendo, bitch, this ain't pretendo

I'm slaughter gang, savage pussy, boy, I keep extendo

Boy, I keep extendo, boy, I keep extendo

Savage, I gotta have it

Yeah, I'm gettin' money, countin' cash

Lotto been smashed it, I been having it

Getting money in the city, y'all lacking

Fifty deep in the club, we ain't laughing

Red bandana gets ya whole crew blasted

You put a ring on that ho, my whole crew smashed it

I ain't no punk faking nigga if I pull it, I'ma blast it

Savage

Hanging out the window, hanging out the window

Hanging out the window, hanging out the window

Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo

Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo

It's slaughter gang, bitch, and then this shit is not pretendo

Bitch, this not pretendo, bitch, this ain't pretendo

I'm slaughter gang, savage pussy, boy, I keep extendo

Boy, I keep extendo, boy, I keep extendo

It's flavor muhfucka, they label me a savage

Greed flag on my head, nigga, I ain't laughin'

Put your whole block up for fuckin' with the gang

It's slaughter gang, flavor, slaughter gang, that's the gang

Posted in the border, get you issue round here

Peeped off in the cut, you get you issue round here

Twenty, bitch, that's where I'm posted, fuck nigga, don't want it

It's murder gang flavor, say my name and I'ma smoke 'em

Hanging out the window, hanging out the window

Hanging out the window, hanging out the window

Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo

Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo

It's slaughter gang, bitch, and then this shit is not pretendo

Bitch, this not pretendo, bitch, this ain't pretendo

I'm slaughter gang, savage pussy, boy, I keep extendo

Boy, I keep extendo, boy, I keep extendo

Pull up and air shit out

I'm hanging out the window

Got thirty rounds on that extendo

Don't care about none of yo kin folks

You play with the gang, you get slaughtered

You know that we slaughter your daughter

These diamonds, they on me, they water

I'm pulling up, kicking, pimping

Gas blunt, yeah, extension

All my pistol got extensions

You play with the gang, you get missing

I'ma shark, you a fish

Thirty round drum on that, what?

.223 game with them nuts

You play with the gang, you get touched

Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, man down

Hanging out the window, hanging out the window

Hanging out the window, hanging out the window

Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo

Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo

It's slaughter gang, bitch, and then this shit is not pretendo

Bitch, this not pretendo, bitch, this ain't pretendo

I'm slaughter gang, savage pussy, boy, I keep extendo

Boy, I keep extendo, boy, I keep extendo

And it's slaughter gang, bitch, you ain't want no smoke

In the club with my pistol, bitch, I shoot you through the cup

You in love with that bitch, we put our dick all in her throat

Real slaughter gang nigga, I ain't worried 'bout no ho

I got that 30 on me now and I'll slap a ho with it

Yeah, we savage and we smashing, now my niggas gonna get

In the kitchen, on the stove, whipping up a whole chicken

And free slaughter gang till he used to walk round with that 50

Hanging out the window, hanging out the window

Hanging out the window, hanging out the window

Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo

Bitch, I keep extendo, bitch, I keep extendo

It's slaughter gang, bitch, and then this shit is not pretendo

Rollies lyrics - 21 Savage

(F12)

Me and my rollies (Me and my rollies)

Me and my rollies (Me and my rollies)

Me and my rollies (Me and my rollies)

Me and my rollies (Rollie, rollie)

Me and my rollies (My rollie)

Me and my rollies (My rollies)

Me and my rollies (My rollie)

Me and my rollies (My rollie)

Me and my rollies (Pull up on ya)

Me and my rollies (Bah)

Me and my rollies (21, 21)

Me and my rollies (Me and my rollie)

Me and my rollies (Me and my rollie)

Me and my rollies (My rollie)

Me and my rollies (My rollie)

Me and my rollies (Countin' money)

Me and my rollies (Juggin', trappin')

Me and my rollies (Plug cappin')

Me and my rollies (Get to clappin')

Me and my rollies (My and my rollies)

Me and my rollies (Rollie, my rollies)

Me and my rollies (21, 21)

Me and my rollies (Gang)

Countin' money with my rollies (My rollie)

Pull up on you with my rollies (My rollie)

I just went and bought a rollie (21)

Came from juggin' with my rollies (21)

Young Skinny, that my rollie (My rollie)

Lil Harold, that my rollie (My rollie)

Free Chevy, that my rollie (Free Chev')

Young Jude, that my rollie (21)

Counterplay at your poley (Shh)

Cheese on me, macaroni (Skrr)

I'm addin' Sosa, niggas Tony (Skrr)

Get it to you if you want it (Grah)

I'm runnin off if you frontin' (What?)

Run up on me then I'm bussin' (What?)

AK-47, Russian (What?)

Headshot, no discussion (21)

Me and my rollies be thuggin' (Gang)

Me and my rollies love money (Gang)

All this magic on the money (The money)

Blowin' money 'cause it's nothing (Nothing)

Nigga really came from nothin' (21)

Now a nigga having something (What?)

Third grade, I was fuckin' (What?)

Had to go out get with [?] (What?)

I be with my rollies, I be with my brodies

I keep me a choppa like I'm from Magnolia

When I'm in the kitchen, I'm baking up soda

I'm cooking up coca, it's jumping back over (21)

AK-47 strapped to my shoulder (21, 21)

Pussy nigga try me, know that it's over (21, 21)

I be with my rollies (21)

I be with my rollies (21)

I be with my rollies (21)

I be with my rollies (21, 21)

Me and my rollies (My rollie)

Me and my rollies (Pull up on ya)

Me and my rollies (Bah)

Me and my rollies (21, 21)

Me and my rollies (Me and my rollie)

Me and my rollies (Me and my rollie)

Me and my rollies (My rollie)

Me and my rollies (My rollie)

Me and my rollies (Countin' money)

Me and my rollies (Juggin', trappin')

Me and my rollies (Plug cappin')

Me and my rollies (Get to clappin')

Me and my rollies (My and my rollies)

Me and my rollies (Rollie, my rollies)

Me and my rollies (21, 21)

Me and my rollies (Gang)

These niggas be pussy, can't hang with 'em (21)

I'd rather go chill with the gang, nigga (Gang)

I hop on a jet and a plane, nigga (Plane nigga)

That rollie that's on me, it's plain, nigga (Plain nigga)

I fuck on your wifey, your main, nigga (I what?)

We not the same, you lame, nigga (Lame nigga)

21 Savage 'bout action (What?)

21 Savage 'bout money (Money)

21 Savage rack dummies (I what?)

I pull up and sell you a dummy (I sell you a dummy)

And I put fifteen on a hunnid (A hunnid)

We pull up and give you a hunnid (Bap, bap, bap)

All of my niggas too gunny (What?)

This soda, this water, it's bubbly (It's bubbly)

Can't marry these bitches, they nothin' (They nothin')

But I'm lovin' the way she suck me (She suck me)

When I was younger, I was thuggin' (Thuggin')

Juvenile, I was thuggin' (I was thuggin')

Penteville, I was thuggin' (Thuggin')

Young nigga, still thuggin' (Still thuggin')

Young nigga having money (Money)

Young nigga beatin' cases (Cases)

Young nigga, no face (Face)

Young nigga, no case (Case)

Pussy nigga, wanna race? (A race?)

Pussy nigga, this a Wraith (A Wraith)

This bitch for hunting, it's all K (21)

I made that shit in one play (One play)

Trappin' on the one way (One Way)

Will be richer, one day (One day)

I stayed down with my rollies (My rollie)

Now we all rackin' rollies (21)

Me and my rollies (My rollie)

Me and my rollies (Pull up on ya)

Me and my rollies (Bah)

Me and my rollies (21, 21)

Me and my rollies (Me and my rollie)

Me and my rollies (Me and my rollie)

Me and my rollies (My rollie)

Me and my rollies (My rollie)

Me and my rollies (Countin' money)

Me and my rollies (Juggin', trappin')

Me and my rollies (Plug cappin')

Me and my rollies (Get to clappin')

Me and my rollies (My and my rollies)

Me and my rollies (Rollie, my rollies)

Me and my rollies (21, 21)

Me and my rollies (Gang)

It's Sold lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Freaky D$MG)

I get it, I flippin' they soul (they soul)

The barrel that something gon' fold (gon' fold)

I'm working my move in the boat (shh-skrr)

I'm working my move on your hoe (21)

20k for a show, spent 20k on my hoe (my hoe)

They gon' try to close the door (the door)

Last time I touched the phone (21)

Last time I flushed the phone (the phone)

Ohh man, I lost my dope (21)

I had to get it out of the boat (the boat)

I had to get it out of the stove (skrr-skrr)

Nigga, welcome to the trap (the trap)

I'll show you how to cow (to cow)

Want a zip, that's a stack (a stack)

I'ma show you with the max (the max)

Round and round jigging (jigging)

Like the shit, legal (is legal)

All in East Atlanta (Atlanta)

Smoking Cali Reefers (spoo)

My daddy used to have a beep (woo)

They want the whip 'cause it's cheaper (woo)

Bad bitch, two-seater (what)

Grindin' with a Desert X (say what)

I get it, I flippin' they soul they (soul)

The barrel that something gon' fold (gon' fold)

I'm working my move in the boat (shh-skrr)

I'm working my move on your hoe (21)

20k for a show, spent 20k on my hoe (my hoe)

They gon' try to close the door (the door)

Last time I flushed the phone (21, 21)

I'm in love with the private (I'm in Love with it)

Ain't western blood without the sidekick (ain't no blood)

Quits, you got these nigga mad 'cause they can't drown (nigga mad)

Well, fuck them, they 'bout to google how to cow

Keep a Glock 40 for the pocket watch (yeah)

Everybody plottin'

Won't put my life in the hands of nobody else

I don't need to shoot eyes, I'm shooting myself

While they poking out, that's a bloody clip (shh)

If you move wrong, I'ma love the real

I'ma shoot that fuck until she melt

I get it, I flippin' they soul (the soul)

The barrel that something gon' fold (gon' fold)

I'm working my move in the boat (shh-skrr)

I'm working my move on your hoe (21)

20k for a show, spent 20k on my hoe (my hoe)

They gon' try to close the door (the door)

Last time I touched the phone (21)

Whoa lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Lotto Savage, Lil' Harold)

[Lotto Savage:]

100's, 50's, Dubs, woah

Glock 30s, extendos

These niggas rapping nigga, they don't want no smoke

Catch em down bad through the peacoat

100's, 50's, Dubs, woah

Glock 30s, extendos

These niggas rapping nigga, they don't want no smoke

Catch em down bad, through the peacoat

[Lil Harold:]

I don't really think these niggas want smoke

Catch em down bad, shoot him through the peacoat

All my niggas savages, yeah we smashing

Catch em down bad, shoot 'em up in traffic

I ask about you in the streets and they ain't heard of you

You say you run the city, why I never heard of you?

Keep a couple young niggas quick to come and murder you

Pull up to your spot air it out I'm with the murder broom

100 round drum on that stick, and its nasty

21 gang, bitch all my niggas spazzing

All my niggas smashing so miss me with that fuck shit

30 round clip on the 40 better duck bitch

[Lotto Savage:]

100's, 50's, Dubs, woah

Glock 30s, extendos

These niggas rapping nigga, they don't want no smoke

Catch em down bad through the peacoat

100's, 50's, Dubs, woah

Glock 30s, extendos

These niggas rapping nigga, they don't want no smoke

Catch em down bad through the peacoat

[21 Savage:]

Rapping ass nigga, capping ass nigga

21 Savage, I'm a clapping ass nigga

Carbon 15, with the nuts bitch

Pull up, roll the window down, you better duck bitch

Talking beef shit, nigga I eat shit

Slaughter gang pull up on you then we sweep shit

Ice cube, cut the lights off and creep shit

Rapping ass nigga, you ain't got no teeth bitch

I bet these niggas know what popping

Ya bitch pussy stank, the hoe smell like tilapia

I run around with the stick cause these pussy niggas hang

I fucked your sister nigga, yeen even get no straightening

[Lotto Savage:]

100's, 50's, Dubs, woah

Glock 30s, extendos

These niggas rapping nigga, they don't want no smoke

Catch em down bad through the peacoat

100's, 50's, Dubs, woah

Glock 30s, extendos

These niggas rapping nigga, they don't want no smoke

Catch em down bad through the peacoat