Without Warning (2017) - (as 21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin)

• Ghostface Killers
• Rap Saved Me
• Ric Flair Drip
• My Choppa Hate Niggas
• Nightmare
• Mad Stalkers
• Disrespectful
• Run Up The Racks
• Still Serving
• Darth Vader 

Ghostface Killers lyrics - 21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin (feat. Travis Scott)

[Young Thug & Offset:]

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga (Hey)

[Offset:]

Automatic (Auto), automatics (Yeah), in the trunk (Pew)

Shoot the maggots (Pew-pew), shoot the maggots with the pump (Hey)

Thot and addy (Thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek, uh)

We got static (Static), pussy nigga run your charm (Hey)

Ghostface killers (Killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (News)

Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (Hey)

Trappin' the cocaine (Yeah), no gang, shooter with no names

We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man

Yeah, put on the Patek, pavé setting, I'm an addict (Pavé)

Break the mattress with a baddie on the Addy (Smash)

Diamonds glassy, need some glasses for the flashes, yeah

Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch, I'm dabbin', yeah

I do this shit on purpose, got these bitches slurpin' (Woah)

Aw, your pockets on hurting? Nigga, you can be my servant (Woo, woo)

Go to the lot and young nigga don't lease it, I purchase (Purchase)

After I cut off a thot, I give her some money for services (Here)

Wherever I go, the whole gang on go (Gang), yeah

You cannot tame the ho because she want fame for sure (Tame)

You think that you rich 'cause you got a hundred or more (Who?)

I got an over-overload, look like I just sold my soul

I pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas (Stripes)

I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it (Mama)

Niggas ain't goin' defeated (Who?), we get the guns immediate (Brrt)

Don't burn in the coupe, it's an Italy (Italy)

You niggas is broke and it's pitiful (Hey)

Automatic (Auto), automatics (Yeah), in the trunk (Pew)

Shoot the maggots (Pew-pew), shoot the maggots with the pump (Hey)

Thot and addy (Thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek, uh)

We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (Hey)

Ghostface killers (Killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (News)

Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (Hey)

Trappin' the cocaine (Yeah), no gang, shooter with no names

We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man

[21 Savage:]

Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah, big bombs (21)

Wonder Bread, man, make your bitch lick crumbs (Yeah)

Audemars Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (Bling)

Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz somethin'

Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke, boy (21)

You broke ass rappers food, it's a po' boy (21)

Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike (Dick riders)

Fox 5 gang turn you to a candlelight

Bitch boy, I'm a mobster, shrimp in my pasta

Jamaican don dada, hang 'round the shottas

Mad Max, nigga, yeah, I hang with the killers (21)

Planet of the Apes, yeah, I hang around gorillas (On God)

I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)

You a fuckboy, we ain't with the horseplay (Bitch)

Shrimp-ass nigga, did you do your chores today? (21)

Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? (21)

[Offset:]

Automatic (Auto), automatics (Yeah), in the trunk (Pew)

Shoot the maggots (Pew-pew), shoot the maggots with the pump (Hey)

Thot and addy (Thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)

We got static (Static), pussy nigga run your charm (Hey)

Ghostface killers (Killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (News)

Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (Hey)

Trappin' the cocaine (Yeah), no gang, shooter with no names

We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man

[Travis Scott:]

Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (Yeah)

Trunk in the front, top gotta slide (Woo)

Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (Yeah)

Jumping out the public houses, don't you come outside (Straight up)

Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic (How you goin'? It's lit)

Goin' way up out my way to cut the traffic (What you poppin'? Yeah)

Pop the seal and pop the bean, I need the balance (Pop it, pop it, What you seein'?)

Bloody asses what I'm seeing, it's way too graphic

Watch your fingers 'cause the Cactus dangerous (Yeah)

Broke, you ain't us, we don't speak that language (Alright)

On the couches

Tom Cruise, I'ma make her see, she snort a mountain

Rackades on the outfit'll make her bounce it

Resurrect my life, yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah

Please, need the energy, only got a night, yeah (It's lit)

Nike boys, we don't do three stripes (Yeah)

I'm living for my niggas that do life, yeah

[Offset:]

Automatic (Auto), automatics (Yeah), in the trunk (Pew)

Shoot the maggots (Pew-pew), shoot the maggots with the pump (Hey)

Thot and addy (Thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek, uh)

We got static (Static), pussy nigga run your charm (Hey)

Ghostface killers (Killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (News)

Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (Hey)

Trappin' the cocaine (Yeah), no gang, shooter with no names

We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man

Rap Saved Me lyrics - 21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin (feat. Quavo)

[21 Savage (Offset) {Future}:]

Goyard duffel got a lot of racks in it (Hey)

Louis Vuitton got a lot of racks in it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

My carry-on got a lot of racks in it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Everywhere I go I got them racks with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig?)

(For real, huh, huh, huh, hey)

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

[21 Savage (Offset):]

I'm gangbanging (Gang), and I'm dangerous (Hey)

Smith & Wesson (Brrt), and it's stainless (Woo)

Brand new 'Rari (Skrrt), I'm finna paint it (Yeah)

She took a Xanny (Yeah), then she fainted (Yeah)

I'm from the gutter (Hey), ain't no changing (Nah)

From the gutter (Gutter), rap saved me (Rap)

She drive me crazy (Drive me brazy), have my baby (Have my baby)

Need my cash (Need my racks), fuck you, pay me (Fuck you, pay me, Offset)

[Offset:]

Uh, where is the money? (Where?)

Where is the, where is the paper? (Where?)

Ooh, there go the acres, ooh

They biting my drip like a sabre, yeah, yeah

Who is my neighbor? (Who?)

I live on the island, I'm sacred (Island)

Yeah, life is The Matrix (Matrix)

Be rich or be broke and be basic (Rich)

You don't want static, yeah

All of my shooters on Addys, yeah, yeah (You don't want static)

A-list status, uh, uh

His and her Pateks (His and hers)

Out of here, gone, gone, gone, zoom

Baguettes on the watch make 'em walk out the room

You keep the fire, but you shoot at the moon

I get the fire and I aim at your noon

Street sweeper, we not talkin' 'bout the broom, ooh (Nah)

I got more blow than balloons (Blow)

You smell that Biscotti perfume

Yeah, we the wave and we big like typhoons (Woo)

Go fifty-nine, eighty with moons (Bustdown)

Twenty-five million my move (Twenty-five)

I drip in my sleep on snooze (Drip)

I love when I meet Jesús

[21 Savage {Offset}:]

I'm gangbanging ({Gang}, yeah), and I'm dangerous (Yeah)

Smith & Wesson (Yeah), and it's stainless (Yeah)

Brand new 'Rari (Yeah), I'm finna paint it (Yeah)

She took a Xanny (Yeah), then she fainted (Yeah)

I'm from the gutter (Yeah), ain't no changing (Yeah)

From the gutter (Yeah), rap saved me (Yeah)

She drive me crazy (Yah), have my baby (Yah)

Need my cash (Yah), fuck you, pay me (Yah)

[21 Savage:]

I'm sedated (Yah), eyes lazy (Yah)

Bloody Phantom (Yah), the seats brazy (Yah)

I don't do payments, uh-huh (Yah), new Bentayga, uh-huh (Yah)

Cost two-eighty, uh-huh (Yah), bitch, I paid it, uh-huh (Yah)

Rover SVR and I got the seats blazin' (21)

Went against the gang and he got his cheese grated (21)

Bitch, you just a nut, baby, we are not dating (21)

My tanktop Givenchy, lil' bitch, I'm not basic (21)

Sellin' glass out the house, nigga (House, nigga)

J's smokin' in the house, nigga (The house, nigga)

Send some bullets at your spouse, nigga (Spouse, nigga)

Hide the racks in the couch, nigga (Couch, nigga)

[21 Savage {Offset}:]

I'm gangbanging (Yeah), and I'm dangerous (Yeah)

Smith & Wesson (Yeah), and it's stainless (Yeah)

Brand new 'Rari (Yeah), I'm finna paint it (Yeah)

She took a Xanny (Yeah), then she fainted (Yeah)

I'm from the gutter ({Hey}, yeah), ain't no changing (Nah, yeah)

From the gutter ({Gutter}, yeah), rap saved me ({Rap}, yeah)

She drive me crazy ({Drive me brazy}, yah), have my baby ({Have my baby}, yah)

Need my cash ({Need my racks}, yah), fuck you, pay me ({Fuck you, pay me}, yah)

[Quavo:]

Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh

Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh

Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh

Chopper talk (Yeah), AK, AK walk (Brrt, brrt)

Spray the block (Spray), it's an outline, chalk (Outline, chalk)

We don't talk, young nigga be stackin' up that sign language (Stack it)

If you get out of line, disrespect your boss, you should do just fire 'em, ain't ya? (Fire)

Ironing boards (Ironing)

Straightening money on ironing boards (Yeah)

Connect the streets (Streets)

Nigga keep lookin', can't find no cord (Yeah)

Patek Philippe (Patek)

So much water can't find no shore (Drippin')

Save your beef (Save it)

Nigga, nobody can't find no war

[21 Savage {Offset}:]

I'm gang banging (Gang), and I'm dangerous (Hey)

Smith & Wesson (Brrt), and it's stainless (Woo)

Brand new 'Rari (Skrrt), I'm finna paint it (Yeah)

She took a Xanny (Yeah), then she fainted (Yeah)

I'm from the gutter (Hey), ain't no changing (Nah)

From the gutter (Gutter), rap saved me (Rap)

She drive me crazy (Drive me brazy), have my baby (Have my baby)

Need my cash (Need my racks), fuck you, pay me (Fuck you, pay me)

Ric Flair Drip lyrics - Offset & Metro Boomin

(Bijan 4 The 1 Time)

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga! (Hey)

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (Bust it)

Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (Woo, slide)

I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (Hey)

Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (Drrt) yeah (Drrt)

Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (Woo)

57 90, split the coupe on my wrist (Ice)

Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (Ayy)

Hop up in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (Skrrt)

Poppin' but you really not gon' shoot (Pop)

90 pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops (90)

Hopping in my Bentayga and her seat is a masseuse (Hey)

Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots (Oho-ooh)

It's the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths (Boominati)

Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape (Grrt)

Ain't worried 'bout the bag 'cause the cash accumulatin' (Bags)

Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate it (Hey)

Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it (Grind)

Put the iron on him if a nigga my opponent (Iron)

My car 500 and I don't put no miles on it (Ho)

I was runnin' 'round homie, with 500 thou' on me (Ho)

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (Bust it)

Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (Woo, slide)

I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (Hey)

Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (Drrt) yeah (Drrt)

Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (Woo)

57 90, split the coupe on my wrist (Ice)

Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (Ayy)

Hop up in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (Offset)

Told my fam, got the gang with me (Gang with me)

Bought my first Patek, it got some rain on it (Patek)

Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin' on me? (How? How?)

Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it (Skrrt!)

We not the same, my nigga

My nigga, we from the north division (North, nawf)

Aim at your brain, yea we bought ya just like it's an auction, ain't it (Hey)

Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it's car collision (Brrt-brrt)

I made that shit mandatory, that means I had to get it (Hey)

My shooter be begging "please", he ready to wack a nigga (Please, please)

I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga (Woo)

I'm giving your ho away like she a raffle, nigga (Here, here)

We get at it, then we 'gone pray with the pastor's scriptures (Hey)

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (Bust it)

Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (Woo, slide)

I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (Hey)

Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (Drrt) yeah (Drrt)

Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (Woo)

57 90, split the coupe on my wrist (Ice)

Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (Ayy)

Hop up in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (Skrrt)

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (Bust it)

Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (Woo, slide)

I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (Hey)

Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (Drrt) yeah (Drrt)

Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (Woo)

57 90, split the coupe on my wrist (Ice)

Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (Ayy)

Hop up in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (Skrrt)

My Choppa Hate Niggas lyrics - 21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin

I can show you how to fit an M in a duffel

Show you how to fit a hundred bags in a duffel

Went and bought a Demon, nigga, just to burn rubber

Bitch, you bad as fuck, I might just hit you with no rubber

On that Slaughter Gang shit, bitch, we knife talking

Nigga, I ain't making no diss songs, we be white chalking

All my niggas dogs and we like to bite, don't it?

Glock 30 .45 with the mic on it

Going brazy, niggas think I need a psych, don't it

If I can't finesse 'em I'ma put the pipe on 'em

Niggas pussy, they can't wait to turn to mice on ya

12 catch ya, they gon' put the blue lights on ya

Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas

Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga?

You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger

I call it KKK 'cause my choppa hate niggas

Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas

Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga?

You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger

I call it KKK 'cause my choppa hate niggas

You do a lot of talking, nigga, not me

Do a lot of walking, nigga, that's me

Finna open up a morgue, all this damn beef

Choppa with the sword, Game of Thrones, .223

Max out, Tee Tay down the road, finna max out

Late night, pullin' in the 'partments, all the straps out

Straps out, make the wrong move, get clapped out

Don't you think I'm slippin' just because a nigga rap now

Got a hoodie, man, I'm the boogie man

We on that bullshit, man, walk around with Uzis, man

This a Mulsanne, not a Mustang

Let the 30 hang, nigga, I'm so gang

Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas

Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga?

You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger

I call it KKK 'cause my choppa hate niggas

Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas

Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga?

You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger

I call it KKK 'cause my choppa hate niggas

Nightmare on Elm Street

It's a Nightmare on Elm Street

A Nightmare on Elm Street

Feel like Jason, Friday 13th

Hockey mask with the .223

It's a Nightmare on Elm Street

A Nightmare on Elm Street

Nightmare lyrics - 21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin

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

On demand, bags on demand (Whoo)

On demand, bags on demand (Racks, woo)

On demand, bags on demand (Woo, woo)

On demand, bags on demand (Hey)

I need the cash on pronto (Cash)

Nigga, a lottery ticket (Ayy)

I get the bands at the bando

Full of the white like it's Iggy (White, white)

Five milli' in cash, a wide load and we 'bout to get it (We 'bout to get it)

We from the North, I'm just sayin' though

No name on my hitter

Yeah, Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare

Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there (Whoo, hey)

Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare

Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there (You dig?)

Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare

Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there (Hey)

Come in the middle of night like it's a nightmare (Ha)

You open your eyes, not dreaming, nigga, we right there (Offset, hey)

Open your eyes, real life (Hey)

Ain't no facade (Ain't no facade)

You tryna rob, get penalized (Woo)

You taking your life

Run up a bag, a milli' in cash then cover your body in gems (Bag)

Fucking a thot but I don't go for the plot so I'm fucking this bitch on film (Smash)

Come in the night, you won't see 'em (Woo)

Black gloves, black hoodie and Timbs (Woo)

You don't wanna be him 'cause soon as they see him they shoot off his limbs (Pew, pew)

I know I might shine, animated (Whoo)

A hundreds racks have a nigga waiting (Racks)

You got a Rolex, it outdated (Whoo)

I got your ho outside, be patient (Yeah)

Back of the Maybach, this ain't a 'Rari, this is the latest Mercedes (Yeah)

Spent two-hundred thousand on my whole rider

500K just to play (500)

Open your eyes and your face (Open that)

I got the MAC today (MAC)

Pay or get whacked today (Whack)

Pull up in 'Cats and Wraiths (Skrrt, skrrt)

Yeah, Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare (Uh)

Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there (Whoo, hey)

Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare (Uh)

Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there (Ah, you dig?)

Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare (Hey)

Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there (Hey)

Come in the middle of night like it's a nightmare (Ha)

You open your eyes, not dreaming, nigga, we right there

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

Mad Stalkers lyrics - 21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin

[21 Savage:]

21, 21, 21 21 21

I'm from out the gutter, middle finger, Zone 6

Turned sixteen and I got my first stick (MAC-90)

Fuck the other side, catch a body, sendin' hits (21)

You call that shit extended clip, we call that bitch a dick (21)

[21 Savage & Offset:]

Bitch, I'm mad ballin', all my diamonds mad flawless

We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious

I got mad dick, turnin' these hoes into mad stalkers (21)

I got mad dick, turnin' these hoes into mad stalkers (Woo, woo, woo, woo, Offset)

[Offset:]

Mad Max with me, I'm Biggs (Mad Max)

Run through the Draco, we got cigs (Cigs)

Bustin' all on your bitch face (Ugh)

Make the bitch play with my kids (Hey)

Steak and shrimp, shot him in the ribs (Steak)

Baby bottles, ain't no bibs (Lean)

Twenty models all gon' kneel (Twenty models)

Breathin' with this water like gills (Water)

I done got a Lowe boat on the low note (Shh)

And I got an eighty-pointer that'll choke throats (Ugh)

Sipping on hi-tech, Four Lokos (Lean)

Wrist brr, fur coat way to go ho

Don't pass out, pop an Addy (Addy)

Won't smoke niggas in the attic (Smoke)

Rackades, the bankroll in the mattress (Racks)

I got, drip sauce like relish (Drip sauce)

Diamonds slippin', drippin', I'm a problem (Hey)

Heated my flow with the marble (Marble)

Stand on the stove, cook it all up (Cook it up)

Trap on the North with the Gualas (Migos)

I made so many millions, could have bought a helicopter

Do the surgery on the coupe like a doctor (Skrrt)

Heard that nigga poppin'? Call the goblins (Brr)

Gang, gang, nigga, fuck the opposite (Gang)

[21 Savage:]

Bitch, I'm mad ballin', all my diamonds mad flawless (21)

We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious

Bitch, I'm mad ballin', all my diamonds mad flawless (21)

We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious

Bitch, I'm mad ballin', all my diamonds mad flawless (21)

We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious (Bitch)

I got mad dick, turnin' these hoes into mad stalkers

I got mad dick, turnin' these hoes into mad stalkers (21)

Hold on, let me kick my shit (Yeah)

Audemar drownin' my wrist (Yeah)

Put a double G on my kids (Yeah)

Put a double G on your bitch (Yeah)

I'll probably leave you before I leave the lean

Lil' bitch, don't play with my sip (On God)

I ain't even fuckin' round with no stylist

I got too much drip (On God)

You know you too much, bitch (On God)

You got too much hips (Yeah)

When she suck me off, she got too much lips (21)

4L gang, got a whole lot of choppers, lil' nigga

We'll shoot the shit (We'll shoot the shit)

Ran up a whole lot of M's, lil' nigga

I'm tryin' not to lose this shit (Facts)

Rims staggered, bad bitch, I'ma bag her

On my face, it's a dagger, private flights, I'm a jetlagger

Bitch, you ain't got no standards, where's your manners?

Hundred choppers, roll the window down, MC Hammer

[21 Savage & Offset:]

Bitch, I'm mad ballin', all my diamonds mad flawless (Hey)

We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious (Brr)

Bitch, I'm mad ballin', all my diamonds mad flawless (Mad)

We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious (Woo, woo, woo)

Bitch, I'm mad ballin', all my diamonds mad flawless (Hey)

We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious (Brr, brr)

I got mad dick, turnin' these hoes into mad stalkers (Woo, woo)

I got mad dick, turnin' these hoes into mad stalkers (21)

[Future:]

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

Disrespectful lyrics - 21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin

[21 Savage (Offset):]

(Yeah)

I'm a gangbangin', chain swingin', chopper totin', Zone 6, nigga

(Hey)

Pyrex whippa (Pyrex)

Louis V slippers (Drip)

Saint Laurent pistol (Ayy)

[21 Savage (Offset) {Future}:]

Gucci on my pickle (Guwop), nut right on her nipple (Ugh)

Young nigga with them Ms (Young nigga), I get disrespectful (Hey)

Treat y'all hoes the same (Yeah), none of y'all bitches ain't special (Nah)

Keep your mouth closed little bitch, I might bless you (Shh)

{If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you} (You dig?)

[21 Savage & Offset:]

Bentayga with the backseat table, yeah, yeah

Ain't no limit on the debit, I got paper, yeah, yeah

Don't be calling me your brother, you a hater

Got them stones on my neck, nigga flooded out

Hurricane Irma on my neck, nigga flooded out

Hurricane Harvey on my wrist, shit flooded out

Nigga flooded out, VVSs flooded out

Hit the booty club, nigga, and we flooded out

Take a project bitch and get her flooded out

You can build a bear, fuck it, I'm finna build a thot

Yeah, ice on a nigga, now it's lights out

Nigga, bad back, I'm finna put a pipe out

Got that 40 with the dick, nigga, right now

Ass was flat in middle school but it's right now

I was robbing but I'm fucking with the mic now

I done growed up, nigga

I done sold dust, nigga

Carbon 1 5 turn you to a cold cut, nigga

Say you want a pint, I'm flexing with the Robituss', nigga

Put a bomb in my pockets, they done blowed up, nigga

[Offset:]

I'm a Northside nigga (Hey)

I don't switch sides, nigga (Nah)

Got that .45, nigga (Bam)

I'm a certified nigga (Hey)

Had the skeleton, 41 (Skelly)

That's a big size difference

Richard Mille yeah, one-on-one

That was a wise investment (Woo)

We always going private (Private)

Always getting a profit (Bag)

Look at this glass I'm cracking (Look at this)

Told her go down, get sloppy (Ooh)

Big on big, don't size it (Big on)

Birds that sing like The Isleys (Brr)

I had to find, surprised him (Find)

I fired him up like Dhalsim (Brr-brr)

Yeah, check out my record (Yeah)

10K for the Chrome Hearts buckle (Yeah, yeah)

I got a thing on my bezel (Yeah)

I'm drinking codeine for breakfast (Whoo, whoo)

I get you whacked, I don't even call

I don't even text (I get you whacked)

You know I'ma dog

You know I'ma handle it when I got pressure (Rrr)

I'm fucking your broad, I tell her to shut up, I give her no extras (Smash)

No trespassing, mansion is gated

You not on the guest list (No)

I don't do beef with a peasant

They too quick to tell it (Tell it, 12)

Fuck all them niggas they jealous

Fuck it, we bigger than Elvis

[21 Savage (Offset):]

Gucci on my pickle (Guwop), nut right on her nipple (Ugh)

Young nigga with them Ms (Young nigga), I get disrespectful (Hey)

Treat y'all hoes the same (Yeah), none of y'all bitches ain't special (Nah)

Keep your mouth closed little bitch, I might bless you (Shh)

Gucci on my pickle (Guwop), nut right on her nipple (Ugh)

Young nigga with them Ms (Young nigga), I get disrespectful (Hey)

Treat y'all hoes the same (Yeah), none of y'all bitches ain't special (Nah)

Keep your mouth closed little bitch, I might bless you (Shh)

Run Up The Racks lyrics - 21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin

Southside

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

Count a hundred

Count a hundred, yeah, nigga

Diamonds froze, chill, nigga

I went platinum independent then I signed my deal, nigga

Young nigga, 17, all he do is kill, nigga

And I'm drinking on that mud like an oil spill, nigga

Gucci jacket, oh yeah

Saint Laurent, oh yeah

Bust down, cost a hundred, nigga, that's a trophy

Balling like I'm Kobe, shoot you like Ginobili

Sitting on the courtside, never in the nosebleed

In the hotbox, yeah, with a hot Glock, yeah

In the trap car, yeah, get your block chopped, yeah

When it's time to blow smoke we do not stop, yeah

Pulled up in paradise, they got them Glocks out, yeah

Time to blast off, mask off like I'm mad, dog

Turned it to a murder trap then robbed 'em for a bag, dog

Police always fucking with a nigga 'cause I'm black, dog

Full court press, we won't show your ass no slack, dog

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it, nigga

Another nigga dead, now the family's scared

Tryna duck the feds, tryna duck the feds

Paint the city red, paint the city red

Glocks in the mattress, choppers in the shed

Broad day smoke, late night smoke

All day smoke, bitch, we want the smoke

I'm from the Eastside where they cutthroat

Young niggas killing and they taking dope

And they taking chain, they not taking names

Gang, gang, gang, nigga, gang, gang

Pause the beat, free my niggas in the chain gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it, nigga

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it

Run up them racks, I'm doing it, nigga

Southside

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

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