No Opp Left Behind lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin

Metro in this bitch goin' brazy

Made it out the dirt, I was head first

A nigga used to rob, ayy, and I used to serve

Couldn't go to work, school was the worst

Pussy tried to play me, ayy, put him on a shirt

Lambo real fast, fell in love with cash

Fell in love with head, ayy, I fell in love with ass

Science, I was 'sleep, ayy, I fell in love with math

She was at the club, ayy, I made her take a bath

Ayy, I'm King Smoke, so I got a drum on the stick

Gang was in there, I can't put my tongue on that shit

He was talkin' crazy 'til that hollow hit his lip

Ayy, Big 4L, even the killers gettin' killed

All you see is Pateks and APs in my clique

We got all the bottles and the hookah in the VIP

I might be a rapper, but it's thirty in this clip

Ayy, Zone 6, we get niggas buried 'round this bitch

Pitbull the way I walk, way I talk

Loose lips sink ships, yellow tape, white chalk

Multitask, use the pistol and the fork

Screamin', "No opp left behind," nigga, we gon' kill 'em all

Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no flaw

You could tell it when I rap, ain't no cut, this shit raw

Cut him off if he talkin' to the law

I'm with Draco 'cause he quiet 'til he hit you in the jaw

My lil' niggas don't wanna trap, they wanna spin

Ayy, spin, fill the choppas up, then spin again

Free my dawg, he not ink, so why he in a pen'?

From Atlanta, not Vegas, but I still sin

Ayy, chain like a yo-yo, ride me like a pogo

She from out of D.C., when she fuck me, she play go-go

Used to sip lines, now a nigga sippin' Fours, though

Niggas rappin' gangsta, but they really hoes, though

Street niggas, streets don't talk, but you told, though

Rattail hangin' in the hood, boy, you bold bold

We ain't tryna hear 'bout all the bricks that you sold sold

They don't need a badge, but them niggas still the po-po

Focused on my bag, focused on my money

I done had some dark days, I done had some sunny

Niggas think they hot, I think niggas funny

Ayy, yellow baguette, VV-VVS's look like honey

All my diamonds pissed on, ayy, Andre Drummond

My playa won't even pull inside the 'partments 'cause they haunted

My dawg could've passed me the ball, but he punted

Got my turn, did a onside kick, that's how I'm comin'

Pitbull the way I walk, way I talk

Loose lips sink ships, yellow tape, white chalk

Multitask, use the pistol and the fork

Screamin', "No opp left behind," nigga, we gon' kill 'em all

Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no flaw

You could tell it when I rap, ain't no cut, this shit raw

Cut him off if he talkin' to the law

I'm with Draco 'cause he quiet 'til he hit you in the jaw

Multitask, use the pistol and the fork

Screamin', "No opp left behind," nigga, we gon' kill 'em all

Multitask, use the pistol and the fork

Screamin', "No opp left behind," nigga, we gon' kill 'em all

Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no flaw

You could tell it when I rap, ain't no cut, this shit raw

Cut him off if he talkin' to the law

I'm with Draco 'cause he quiet 'til he hit you in the jaw

A wise man knows not to have a lot of enemies

The friction of constant conflict is a distraction in life

And left unchecked can end up being what subtracts him from life

If possible, all enemies should be eliminated

Rip Luv lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin

Yeah, rest in peace to love

October 22nd, 1992

July 8th, 2009 (Zaytoven)

You will be missed forever (Metro Boomin wants some more, nigga)

Rest in peace to love, I gave up a long time ago (Long time ago, straight up)

Hard times, everybody left, I'm the one you counted on (I'm the one you counted on, 21)

My shoulder took a lot of tears, woulda swore it was a fountain on (Shit brazy)

I be cryin' on the inside and smilin' when the cameras on (On God)

Woulda never went against you ever (21)

I even tried to make the grudge settle (Straight up)

Yeah, I heard that you slept with a couple fellas (Straight up)

Still treated you like a virgin because I know you better (On God)

When she suck it, take my soul, she a whole devil (21)

Bought a Wagon then I covered it with rose petals (Skrrt)

She didn't think I was romantic 'cause I'm so ghetto

Got a Patek and a Birkin, it was fundamental

Then the situation took a U-turn (Fuck)

Foundation crumbled and the roof burned (21)

I ain't perfect, I was slidin' like a earthworm, loco

But I never, ever brought the dirt home (On God)

Man, we both played each other, you was worse, though (21)

Always blamin' me because I did it first, though (21)

You started sleepin' with your phone in your purse, though

And you had that pussy nigga fragrance on your skirt, ho (Punk bitch)

Rest in peace to love, I gave up a long time ago (Long time ago, straight up)

Hard times, everybody left, I'm the one you counted on (I'm the one you counted on, 21)

My shoulder took a lot of tears, woulda swore it was a fountain on (Shit brazy)

I be cryin' on the inside and smilin' when the cameras on (On God)

I had your back, you put a knife in mine (Now I'm scarred)

If you was finna lose your life, I woulda gave you mine (On God)

I sit back and reminisce sometimes (Just be thinkin', you know, 'bout the old days)

I used to drink my syrup while you drank your wine (My old ways)

Can't believe what we came to (21)

You won't believe what the fame do

We ain't together, any problems, I still came through (Straight up)

Heard he put his hands on you, that's what lames do (Pussy)

Got my first taste of love and I thank you (Thank you)

Savage, never let another woman taint you (21)

Fallen victim to my feelings, something I can't do (Never)

Get revenge on every bitch, even if it ain't you (On God)

Rest in peace to love, I gave up a long time ago (F-U-C L-U-V)

Hard times, everybody left, I'm the one you counted on

(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)

My shoulder took a lot of tears, woulda swore it was a fountain on

(Heavy rain, thunderstorm, hail comin', fallin')

I be cryin' on the inside and smilin' when the cameras on

(Frown on the inside, laugh when the flash on)

Truly genuine love never really dies

But lust, infatuation and unrevealed attraction are all things that over time rarely survive

Said N Done lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin (feat. Morgan Freeman & Young Thug)

(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

When it's all said and done, who you gon' ride for?

Who you gon' slide for? Who you down to die for?

I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though

Sleepin' with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold

I came from the bottom, I didn't have a dime, bro

Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though

I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro

This shit took some time, bro, finally get my shine on

I done been betrayed, yeah, I done been backstabbed

Now I got my bands up and they who I laugh at

Riding in the Demon, no, this ain't no Scatpack

And we carry big straps, I suggest you back back

I just speak the truth, I'm not with the rap cap

Can't wait 'til they free Turk, Mr. Push-Your-Shit-Back

Rest in peace to Larry, Johnny B, and Tay, man

Swear I had a rough past, feel like I grew up fast

Go to war about my dawgs

Yeah, the ones who pick me up whenever I fall

All the pain I endured just to ball

I'd give this shit away to be with y'all

Standin' with you, throwin' gang signs, do it matter?

When them bullets start flyin', have fun, scatter

He ain't have no business in that car, now he ready to tattle

Just got shipped the diagnostics and he on a platter

Got on long sleeves, but I still bear arms

Rockin' Christian Dior, nigga, I'm in rare form

Savage ball like '97, '98 Jordan

Step back, shoot you in your face like I'm James Harden

When it's all said and done, who you gon' ride for?

Who you gon' slide for? Who you down to die for?

I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though

Sleepin' with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold

I came from the bottom, I didn't have a dime, bro

Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though

I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro

This shit took some time, bro, finally get my shine on

Right hand on my Glock, left hand on her coochie

Cock the chop, hit your top, nigga, Bruce Lee

I'm the boogeyman, pussies can't spook me

Got your BM on my line talkin' 'bout, "Scoop me"

You know I got a soft spot for the hoochies

I don't talk to bitches, bitches talk the bullshit

I bought every pair of Amiris in the boutique

You know we want all the smoke, nigga, Lucy

I'll never fall off, I might take a break

You know either way it go, my family gon' be straight

Still in debt from all the losses that I had to take

When you out here tryna evolve, they gon' call you fake

I can't turn my back on the gang no matter what I make

I done took a lot of risks to make sure niggas ate

Superhero in my hood, I don't need a cape

I be lost sometimes, feelin' like I'm runnin' in place

When it's all said and done, who you gon' ride for?

Who you gon' slide for? Who you down to die for?

I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though

Sleepin' with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold

I came from the bottom, I didn't have a dime, bro

Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though

I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro

This shit took some time, bro, finally get my shine on

[Morgan Freeman (Young Thug):]

(Metro)

When all is said and done

We can only judge, punish, reward, enslave, and free ourselves

There will always be doubters and haters, but they only have the power you give them

Remain focused, move forward, and never lose faith in yourself

Until next time, stay in Savage Mode

Because anything else would be too damn civilized

Peace

i am ﹥ i was (2018)

• a lot
• break da law
• a&t
• out for the night
• gun smoke
• 1.5
• all my friends
• can't leave without it
• asmr
• ball w/o you
• good day
• pad lock
• monster
• letter 2 my momma
• 4L
• out for the night, pt. 2 (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track) 

a lot lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. J. Cole)

[21 Savage:]

I love you

Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah

For so many reasons

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah

How much money you got? (Straight up)

How much money you got? (Straight up)

How much money you got? (Straight up)

How much money you got? (A lot)

How much money you got? (A lot)

How many problems you got? (A lot)

How many people done doubted you? (A lot)

Left you out to rot? (A lot)

How many pray that you flop? (A lot)

How many lawyers you got? (A lot)

How many times you got shot? (A lot)

How many niggas you shot? (A lot)

How many times did you ride? (A lot)

How many niggas done died? (A lot)

How many times did you cheat? (A lot)

How many times did you lie? (A lot)

How many times did she leave? (A lot)

How many times did she cry? (A lot)

How many chances she done gave you fucking around with these thots? (A lot)

Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick

I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich

Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch

But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch

Break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks

My heart so cold I could put it in my cup

Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us

Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really fucked me up

My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast

My brother got life and it turned me to the streets

I been through the storm and it turned me to a G

But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats

How much money you got? (A lot)

How many problems you got? (A lot)

How many people done doubted you? (A lot)

Left you out to rot? (A lot)

How many pray that you flop? (A lot)

How many lawyers you got? (A lot)

How many times you got shot? (A lot)

How many niggas you shot? (A lot)

How many times did you ride? (A lot)

How many niggas done died? (A lot)

How many times did you cheat? (A lot)

How many times did you lie? (A lot)

How many times did she leave? (A lot)

How many times did she cry? (A lot)

How many chances she done gave you?

Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

[J. Cole:]

Break it on down, I break it on down

I break it on down, I break it on down

Yeah, I just came from the A

I drove back home, six-hour drive, six-and-a-half

Before I left, I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio

He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew

You a stand-up nigga, I love seein' shit like that

Question

How many faking they streams? (A lot)

Getting they plays from machines? (A lot)

I can see behind the smoke and mirrors

Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)

I never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True)

Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes (Hmm)

I'm on a money routine

I don't want smoke, I want cream

I don't want no more comparisons

This is a marathon and I'm aware

I been playing it back from a lack of promotions

I never was one for the bragging and boasting

I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else

OK, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album

You know what the outcome will be

I'm batting a thousand

It's got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me

Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me

And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got

He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot

Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot

I picture him inside a cell on a cot

'Flectin' on how he made it to the top

Wondering if it was worth it or not

I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot

Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga

Though I never met you, I know that you special

And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga

Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga

I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it

I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship

When they thought that I wasn't gon' pan out, I got a plan

They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends

Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it

Before it all ends, nigga

[21 Savage:]

How much money you got? (A lot)

How many problems you got? (A lot)

How many people done doubted you? (A lot)

Left you out to rot? (A lot)

How many pray that you flop? (A lot)

How many lawyers you got? (A lot)

How many times you got shot? (A lot)

How many niggas you shot? (A lot)

How many times did you ride? (A lot)

How many niggas done died? (A lot)

How many times did you cheat? (A lot)

How many times did you lie? (A lot)

How many times did she leave? (A lot)

How many times did she cry? (A lot)

How many chances she done gave you?

Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

Break it on down, I break it on down

I break it on down, I break it on down

I break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

I break it on down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down

I break it down, I break it down, I br-

break da law lyrics - 21 Savage

Southside on the track, yeah

Yeah

Cut the bullshit, I'm not with it

Call your main bitch, she let me hit it

Haha, ha

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

Diamonds got dripped in a lake (A lake)

I don't be goin' on dates (On dates)

She got an ass, but it's fake (It's fake)

He savin' hoes, need a cape (Cape)

Lil' mama's head supreme (Straight up)

But I'm still rockin' this Bape (On God)

All I know is two guns, nigga

If you a plate, you get ate (Brrat)

Had to put a bitch on pause (Pause)

Me and my dawgs break laws (Laws)

21 gang 'til I fall (Fall)

You could get hit in the jaw (Jaw)

The chopper can hit all of y'all (Straight up)

Your brother, your goldfish and dog (All)

Most of my niggas just rob (Wow)

They cut off and hand you your balls (On God)

Hit your BFF, I'm petty (21)

Can't leave the streets, I ain't ready (21)

Me and my hood got married (21)

And my wedding ring was a machete (Straight up)

Need me a Keisha like Belly (Straight up)

Dissin' me, got a nigga's homeboys buried (On God)

They don't come outside, they scary (Scary)

When we start spinnin' niggas' blocks, they telling (Pussy)

Got your baby mama in a yolk (Yolk)

I don't smoke weed, I sell dope (21)

Ain't no back and forth, it's smoke (Smoke)

Pull up on you and your folks (Your folks)

Try to give me head, she choke (Ugh)

We call you a rat 'cause you spoke (Bitch)

All these tennis chains like I'm in a tennis game

Y'all niggas wearin' gold ropes (You're broke)

Killers out the 6 (Zone 6)

Got 'em all hired (Straight up)

Ex-girlfriends (Old hoes)

Got 'em all fired (Bye-bye)

Don't you cross the gang, dawg

We're like barbed wire (Straight up)

Stackin' up these M's

I'm a habitual car buyer (Skrrt)

Actin' Hollywood, I kicked her out on Wilshire (Bye)

Got a model and she tighter than a grill plier (Fine)

Sneak and steal my flow, lot of these rappers slick biters (21)

I'm 4L gang for L, dawg, and we got big rifles (On God)

Let me pop my shit (Yeah)

Keep a big Glock on my hip (Yeah)

One up top, my shit (On God)

I don't like to cock my shit (Straight up)

Y'all niggas gossip and shit (On God)

No more beef, we drop that shit (Straight up)

Y'all niggas talk that shit (Straight up)

Never had a payment, I bought that shit (Straight up, straight up)

VS1 on my wrist (Wrist)

Can't put my tongue on no bitch (No bitch)

'Cause I still kiss my kids (I do)

Ho, you need to fix your wig (You do)

All my brothers did a bid (Straight up)

When they came home, we was rich (Straight up)

Fuck 40 acres and a mule

They got 50 racks and a brand new Sig (On God)

Lil' boy, get up out the way (Yeah)

Lil' boy, we didn't come to play (Yeah)

And I got a partner named Dre (Dre)

You can get beats by Dre (On God)

You can get hit by K (K)

K hit you, that's your last day (Day)

Glock 27, that's bae (21)

Stick the 30 in it, had a baby (Yeah)

My strippers got S-Class 'Cedes (Straight up)

Ride me slow like you drivin' Miss Daisy

I ain't go to school 'cause I was too lazy

Had to cut her off 'cause she was too crazy

Moncler jacket, a letterman (Letterman)

I gotta keep a Beretta, man (Beretta, man)

She screamin' and scratchin' and yellin', man (And yellin', man)

I got her in a falsetto, man (Falsetto, man)

Had to put a bitch on pause (Pause)

Me and my dawgs break laws (Laws)

21 gang 'til I fall (Fall)

Me and my dawgs break laws (Laws)

21 gang 'til I fall (Fall)

Me and my dawgs break laws (Laws)

You could get hit in the jaw (Your jaw)

The chopper can hit all of y'all (Straight up)

Your brother, your goldfish and dog (All)

Most of my niggas just rob (Wow)

They cut off and hand you your balls (On God)

a&t lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Yung Miami)

Good job 1st

[Yung Miami:]

(Bounce that)

Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)

Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that)

Ass and titties (Ayy), ass and titties (Shake that)

Ass and titties (Ayy), come get savage with me

[21 Savage:]

(21) If you play the paint, I'ma go for the 3 (Straight Up)

She don't dribble balls, but she good with the D

Stay on Fashion Nova cuz' she get it for free

She at home, but her Instagram __cpLocation the beach

She at home bro

Ass phat, baby can I grab that? (God damn)

Booty viral, that shit need a hashtag (Yes ma'am)

She walkin' into work like where the bags at? (21, 21)

Hit a couple models, but I love the ratchets

[Yung Miami:]

(Bounce that)

Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)

Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that)

Ass and titties (Ayy), ass and titties (Shake that)

Ass and titties (Ayy), come get savage with me

Where my big dick diamond rocking foreign driving niggas at? (Where they at?)

Big shit poppin', fuck that talkin', where them dollas at?

100 bad bitches in the club on some hustle shit (Yup)

If you ain't breaking bread, please don't you touch a bitch

Bills (I got bills), I gotta pay (I gotta pay)

If you gon' handle it for me, then we can play (We can play)

All depending how you spend it, you can stay (You can stay)

When it's bout that money youngin', don't discriminate (Haha)

I don't wanna smoke yo' weed, I don't wanna meet yo' homie (nah)

We ain't gotta let me lead if you find a nigga with it on him

I'm 21 'bout it baby, I need that cash, you feel me?

So, if you ain't got that bag, don't grab my ass, you hear me?

(Bounce that)

Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)

Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that)

Ass and titties (Ayy), ass and titties (Shake that)

Ass and titties (Ayy), come get savage with me

[21 Savage:]

Drop it to the flo' after she wobble and twist (Straight up)

I like em natural, I don't like plastic booties and lip (I don't)

Struggling strippers always tryna sneak in the vip (21)

You ain't get no wristband, then you can't get no tip (Nope)

Got a bitch a brand new G wagon and I snatched her stomach, she happy (She snatched)

100 racks on me, I'm sagging (Yeah)

Made it out the bottom, I'm braggin' (Straight up)

Came in the club with that fake ass jewelry on, threw a hundred dollars, he cappin' (Cappin')

Before I walk around trying to act like I'm something I ain't, I just quit rapping (On God)

I had to start selling bundles of weave, you wouldn't even get her hair done (21)

If a nigga had a chance, he'd fuck my bitch, nigga that's why I don't even spare none (On God)

I'm so 21, I'm so 4L, play with this shit, get redrummed (Straight up)

Bullets so big, I could be in Zone 6, fuck around and hit a nigga in Belgium (21)

[Yung Miami:]

Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)

Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that)

Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)

Ass and titties, come get savage with me

[21 Savage & Yung Miami:]

Ass and titties, hunnids and fifties (21)

Yeah, I got a girl, don't leave no hickies (On God)

St. Laurent panties she don't wear Vicky (Straight Up)

I'm her sugar son, her sugar daddy was 50

Bounce that

Shake that, ayy

Bounce that, ayy

Shake that, ayy

Bounce that, ayy

Shake that, ayy

Bounce that, ayy

Shake that, ayy

Bounce that

out for the night lyrics - 21 Savage

Give her back shots 'til her back hurt (Back shots)

Thumb through the money 'til my hands hurt (Cash out)

Wanna go on a date? You gotta dance first (Yah, yah)

Take it to the paint, I gotta slam first (Yah, yah)

She be actin' stiff with the booty (On God)

Feelin' like I'm Biggie rockin' Coogi (On God)

Draco make you put up that lil' Uzi (On God)

I don't want no features, niggas groupies (Straight up)

Pass her to the gang, quarterback sneak (Quarterback sneak)

I was in my feelings, now it's, "Fuck Kiki" (Worried 'bout)

Let lil' Tip hit that bitch, on GP (Straight up)

Smokin' gas, nigga, I re-up at the BP

Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die)

Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)

Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice)

She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype

But I'm out for the night (Straight up)

Out for the night (Straight up)

Out for the night (Straight up)

Out for the night (Straight up)

Yeah, I'm out for the night (On God)

Out for the night (On God)

Out for the night (On God)

Out for the night (On God)

Yeah, you workin' hard (Hard)

And I see you (I do)

And your bills late (Late)

And your rent due (Yeah)

And you never need a man to defend you (Straight up)

You already pissed off, on your menstrual (Straight up)

And you been through (Yeah)

'Cause he been through (Yeah)

You a star player (Star)

And he benched you (Yeah)

In your corner, I'd never go against you (On God)

Bought a foreign, now it's friends wanna text you (Straight up)

You got off late (Late)

And you worked out (Worked)

You ain't stunt his baby mama 'cause she burnt out (Burnt)

You got rid of him and made sure that we worked out (Facts)

So I put a hunnid racks in your purse now (Racks)

Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die)

Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)

Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice)

She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype

But I'm out for the night (Straight up)

Out for the night (Straight up)

Out for the night (Straight up)

Out for the night (Straight up)

Yeah, I'm out for the night (On God)

Out for the night (On God)

Out for the night (On God)

Out for the night (On God)

gun smoke lyrics - 21 Savage

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah (Gun smoke)

Yeah (Gun smoke)

Yeah, yeah (Gun smoke)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Gun smoke)

Yeah, yeah

One man army from the get-go (Get-go)

One man army pullin' kick doors (Kick doors)

Talkin' out yo' neck get you tag toed (Tag toed)

I'm a killer whale, you a tadpole (Tadpole)

Nigga, you got asthma, you don't want smoke (Straight up)

Who want cancer? I'm giving out smoke (Straight up)

I got too many bitches, I can't trip bro (On God)

Most of the time, I be caked up with my stick bro (On God)

Yeah, AK make yo' brotha do the limbo (On God)

Make this Glock "Shiggy Challenge" out the window (On God)

Savage, why you always rappin' 'bout guns for? (Straight up)

'Cause, bitch, I fell in love with the gun smoke (Straight up)

Gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Yeah, gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (No-no)

When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44)

Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (Hoes-hoes)

Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (Broke joke)

Started with a deuce deuce, turned it to a .38

Then I got a Glock 9, turned it to a AK

First I was a leg shooter, now I'm hittin' chest, face

She done caught rug burn, give that girl a neck brace

Shoot at me with a handgun, that's an insult (Straight up)

We got plenty sticks, nigga, plus my M's up (Straight up)

My young niggas ready to crash, they don't give a fuck (Straight up)

Let it bang, let 'em hang, I'ma drop mine (Straight up)

I don't need no shooter, everybody know I pop mine (On God)

I'm at Crucial on stage with a Glock 9 (On God)

I keep one in the head, I ain't got time to cock mine (On God)

Murder Gang, nigga, I'm redder than a stop sign (On God)

You niggas know you need to cut out all that dickriding (Bitch)

Skinny capris, you think you finer than yo' bitch, huh? (Lil' bitch)

You niggas mad 'cause I keep throwin' up Zone 6, huh? (Lil' bitch)

Like "Look at Savage, lil' bitch ass, he think he the shit, huh?" (Facts)

I think I am when I'm ridin' with this stick, huh (21)

I think I am 'cause I just fucked that nigga bitch, huh (On God)

I swear to god my deal worth seven figures, not six, huh (Straight up)

You think you hard, you wanna get shot all up in yo' shit, huh?

Gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Yeah, gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Gun smoke (Gun smoke)

Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (No-no)

When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44)

Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (Hoes-hoes)

Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (Broke joke)

1.5 lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Offset)

[21 Savage:]

My earrings cost a half a ticket, I don't hear the same shit y'all niggas hear

On God

Pockets on Cheez-Its, heavy on the cheddar (Cheddar)

Run off with your money, Savage a.k.a. Jerry Heller (Heller)

Too much drip, I'm rainin', bought a Gucci umbrella (Umbrella)

Why you always trippin' bitch? You must look up to Ella (Ella)

It's only the first night and she keep tryna snuggle (Snuggle)

I slept on my back just so I ain't have to cuddle (Cuddle)

Nothing 'bout me average, hit her with a Fendi rubber (Straight up)

Feel like a magician, all these bitches that I juggle (Straight up)

'Rari red, Bentley black, got a Demon and a Cat

Check the stats, all facts, rap made me a lot of racks

Down bad, caught a flat, change his tire, he got jacked

Ass fat, waist snatched, can I get some of that pussycat?

1.5 (1.5) on the ride (On the ride)

Niggas die (Niggas die) when we slide (When we slide)

Draw the line (Draw the line) pick a side (Pick a side)

Ain't no switchin' (Ain't no switchin') on my guys (On the gang)

1.5 (1.5) on the ride (On the ride)

Niggas die (Niggas die) when we slide (When we slide)

Draw the line (Draw the line) pick a side (Pick a side)

Ain't no switchin' (Ain't no switchin') on my guys (On the gang)

[Offset:]

Offset!

Catch a vibe (Vibes)

The doors go up, suicides ('Cides)

The diamonds poke your eyes (Eyes)

Don't tread my gang, they shiest (Gang)

I don't take advice (Nah)

I don't care 'bout price (Woo)

Sticks, the boss don't fight (Brr)

Flippin' bricks in the loft at night (Bricks)

Told her "Get what you want, I swipe" (Hey)

Hop in the Lambo, brains open (Skrr)

My chain soakin' (Soakin')

Codeine in my vein, I'm strokin' (Codeine)

I put her head in motion (Bow)

This Patek right here a trophy (Patek)

Passed out on the Hermès sofa (Hey)

Straight face, this a game of poker (Game)

The green Lambo a ogre (Skrr)

We pass the bitch (Bitch)

Got to flippin' the bitch in the wrist (Flippin' the bitch)

Just ask your bitch (Ask her)

I fuck, no kiss (Smash)

Walked right in this bitch, don't touch me, don't get frisked(Nah)

Let's get lit (Lit)

[21 Savage:]

1.5 (1.5) on the ride (On the ride)

Niggas die (Niggas die) when we slide (When we slide)

Draw the line (Draw the line) pick a side (Pick a side)

Ain't no switchin' (Ain't no switchin') on my guys (On the gang)

1.5 (1.5) on the ride (On the ride)

Niggas die (Niggas die) when we slide (When we slide)

Draw the line (Draw the line) pick a side (Pick a side)

Ain't no switchin' (Ain't no switchin') on my guys (On the gang)

all my friends lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Post Malone)

[Post Malone:]

Yeah, yeah

I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe

Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth

If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh

I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth

I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe

Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth

If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh

I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth

[21 Savage:]

Lost a few friends chasin' hand money (On God)

Had the same friends when I was bummy (Straight up)

They should've went and did stand-up

'Cause when the money come, niggas act funny (True)

Crocodile wrist band, 21 Dundee

Yo' bitch skate so fast to the dick

That she'd even go and get a job at Sonic (On God)

Made it from the bottom, I'm a star (21)

Playin' with the stick like a guitar (21)

Why you got a 12 car garage? (Why?)

'Cause I bought six new cars (No lie)

I remember times was dark (I do)

Now I'm backstage with a bar (Big dog)

Couldn't pay the light bill, it was dark (Yeah)

Now I can shine in the dark (On God)

Lost a couple friends, I ain't even really mad though (On God)

I ain't even really mad though (21)

Hard to tell the real from fake

'Cause nowadays, they got masks on

Who gon' be around when the fame and the cash gone?

I lost all my friends countin' bands in a Lambo truck

VVSs on me, fightin' icy like a hockey puck

If she wanna dance, let her dance, watch her pick it up

I don't need no friends, what's a friend if it ain't no trust?

[Post Malone:]

I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe

Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth

If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh

I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth

I lost all my friends countin' bands and I copped a Benz

Pulled up with no army, just the guap and I'm spendin' it

No, no, never lendin' it, that's all for me

I stay greedy with the dollar, givin' no 'pologies

All these mans with they fuckin' hands out, tryna spare some

I don't never stress, no, I got plenty peso

I been all alone, on my own in my new mansion

Everybody says I went ghost, jump in my Phantom

Paparazzi always tryna press up on me

Ever since I blew up, I don't know nobody (Know nobody)

Yeah, I blew 80 bands only for you to leave

Hey, I know somewhere that my mama prayin' for me (For me)

I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe (For me)

Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth (For me)

If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh

I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth

I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe

Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth

If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh

I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth

I lost all my, I lost all my

(Really wanna know the truth)

Hey

can't leave without it lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Gunna, Lil Baby)

[Gunna:]

Yeah

VVS look like a star, yeah

I took the top off the car

We don't abide by the law (No)

You don't know what I done saw (Saw)

Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it)

I keep a stick for the war (Stick)

Checks I deposit (Checks I deposit)

Money just stick with the boy

[21 Savage:]

Lot of model bitches check for me

Nigga, don't check for me 'less you got checks for me

I kept a stick like a hobo, no checkin' me

Way back when D-Lo had the spot in Trestletree

So many hoes, had to get a vasectomy

She left her body home and brought her neck to me

I did a walk-through, they sent a jet to me

Y'all niggas show price less than my travel fee

One of my arms worth a ticket

Watch so much that a car came with it

Back in the day I used to rob with no mask on

Shit on my wrist, I woulda killed the whole house for

And I went to school high, I ain't go to class though

I was with the OGs learnin' 'bout the glass bowl

Caught me with a deuce five, mama kicked my ass, bro

Break yourself, leave his brains on the dashboard

I'm with Ced and Lil Baby (Yeah)

We got four choppers that's full (21)

Way before rappin', on God, I was trappin', sneakin' my Glock in Lacura (On God)

I got my K from Osama Bin Laden, lil' nigga he signed this shit (Straight up)

I'm 4L gang, if you reach for my chain, then a nigga gon' die in this bitch (On God)

A-B-C-D-E-F-G Wagon, y'all niggas doin' that big cappin' (21)

I ain't with the friendly shit

Closest thing y'all gettin' to a handshake is the beat clappin' (21)

Your mama gon' have to make a GoFundMe, y'all niggas keep doing that sneak jabbin' (Straight up)

Gucci had to kill the whole woods

Just to make Young Savage this motherfuckin' mink jacket (21)

[Gunna:]

VVS look like a star, yeah

I took the top off the car

We don't abide by the law (No)

You don't know what I just saw (Saw)

Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it)

I keep a stick for the war (Stick)

Checks I deposit (Checks I deposit)

Money just stick with the boy

Cash in and cash out (Cash in and cash out)

I am not lookin' for clout (Nah)

I knew I would figure it out (I knew)

I took the millionaire route (Run it up)

Popped a pill got my head in the cloud (Huh)

Say my name, it'll bring out a crowd (Crowd)

We got paid, now my family proud (On God)

I been drippin' this drip since a child

[Lil Baby:]

I hit your bitch, she a jump off

Cartier bracelets for her, they don't come off

They get the swag from Atlanta and run off

I make the boys swing the stick like a tomahawk

Runnin' this shit, what the fuck is they talkin' 'bout?

Skinny jeans stuffed with them hundreds, they poke out

S65, I'm in a robot

I'm a real one, ain't running from nobody

Hellcat fast, you know that I show out

Ain't sparin' no bitch, give a fuck 'bout a blowout

If we wanna smoke with you, boy, you can't go out

Still gettin' money my label don't know 'bout

Court-side with the vibe with her toes out

Rich nigga, I come straight out the poor house

Trap goin' crazy right there by Morehouse

Dead end, me, Ced and more ahks

Bought a Benz, doubled back, bought a trap house

I'm with Savage in the 6 doin' donuts (Skrrt)

Youngins with me, they got fire, they gon' go nuts

Quarter-million in a baby blue Goyard

Buy it cash then I go in the motor

Drive fast, ain't no pullin' me over

Play with bags, you can tell by the odor

No alcohol, go get me a new soda

[Gunna:]

VVS look like a star, yeah

I took the top off the car

We don't abide by the law (No)

You don't know what I just saw (Saw)

Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it)

I keep a stick for the war (Stick)

Checks I deposit (Checks I deposit)

Money just stick with the boy

[Lil Baby:]

Yeah, niggas tryna drip like the boy, yeah

I don't gotta get no award, yeah

Live in the bank, don't do fraud, yeah

200 racks on my arm, yeah

I been fuckin' superstars, yeah

Her pussy good, buy her a car yeah

You niggas ain't makin' no noise, yeah

You niggas ain't makin' no noise (On God)

asmr lyrics - 21 Savage

Y'all know what's goin' on

21 Gang 'til I'm gone

4L Gang 'til I'm gone

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

Roll the window down, stick the Glock out (Stick the Glock out)

This chopper got a AMP, I'ma rock out (I'ma rock out)

When it's time for smoke, they gon' cop out (They gon' cop out)

This AK47 made in Moscow (Made in Moscow)

All these dead bodies got me seein' strange things (Straight up)

Both sides of the gun, I done dealt and felt the pain (On God)

Drive-by? Nah, we the walk-up gang (21)

I come from the 6 where they chalk up lames (On God)

Slide in and out (Out)

Spend the night? I doubt (Doubt)

Gold grill mouth (Mouth)

I come from the South (South)

We was stealin' cars

You was inside the house (Pussy)

I know he gon' be a rat one day

Right now we call him a mouse (21)

I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shyst

You can roll the dice, you might lose your life

Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin' nice

I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic (Lil' bitch)

I done did a lot in the streets and them facts (21)

PTSD like I came from Iraq (On God)

You made it from the gutter, then I'm tippin' my hat (I am)

Don't go big on me, you might get hit with this MAC (Brrah)

I don't need no holster, you get burned like toaster (21)

I don't drink no liquor, but I'm smokin' on mimosa (Yeah)

We been gettin' that Jewish money, everything is Kosher (On God)

Bought myself a 'Ventador and bought my bitch a Roadster (Straight up)

Drive my Lambo to the store, I'ma wave with my doors

I'm on Glenwood, not the Ave., nigga, the road (21)

Talkin' on the pillow, nigga, that shit for the hoes (Straight up)

I'd never snitch on my enemies or my bros (Never)

I'm so 21, dawg, I'm so SG (Yeah)

I'm so 4L Gang, I keep a Glock, not an XD (21)

Head so good, she not even white, I still call her Becky (Yeah, yeah)

Richard Mille cost so much I could push a button and see next week (Straight up)

.30 on the glizzy, got my pants dizzy (Pants dizzy)

Playin' 'round with Savage, you get shot in the kidney (Shot in the kidney)

So many drums, he gon' think a band hit him (Ha)

Chopper clapped his ass, he thought a hand hit him (Ha)

I do the BlocBoy JB on a brick (Skrrt, skrrt)

Make your crew do the Electric Slide with this stick (Straight up)

She don't get no new Chanel, she gon' throw a fit (Straight up)

I wanna buy that girl the world, the way she suck this dick (Yeah)

Fronted me some bags, I ran out the same night (Damn)

When I was in jail, on my momma, I ain't kite (Damn)

Niggas know I'm solid, I shoot and I fight (Straight up)

You just wear Adidas, but in real life, I got stripes (21)

I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shiest'

You can roll the dice, you might lose your life

Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin' nice

I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic

My brother down the road, they tried to give him life

He swear he so creative, turned a toothbrush to a knife

Savage got your wifey playin' with herself on Skype

She thought the AC was on, it was just my ice

We pull up ready to shoot (Brrrah)

Y'all ready to fight (Stupid)

Pull up, ready to kill (Yeah)

Y'all ready to die (Straight up)

Broke-ass nigga get killed ridin' a bike (Pussy)

Savage left his gun at home, nigga, yeah, right (Ha)

ball w/o you lyrics - 21 Savage

Whoa

Whoa, whoa

You runnin' 'round drinkin' liquor

Takin' pictures 'cause you miss me

(I know you miss me)

You runnin' 'round drinkin' liquor

Fuckin' niggas 'cause you miss me

(You just want attention)

You can sleep with half the world

Bet you still won't forget me

(On God)

You could find love, get married, have kids

I'd still be realest nigga to hit it

(Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)

I was gettin' some head earlier and you crossed my mind (Straight up)

I'm as solid as they come, but you crossed the line (21)

Yeah, you been stopped keepin' it real, I can see the signs (On God)

When it came to havin' your back, I'm so real

I prolly would've gave you my spine (Straight up)

I'd rather have loyalty than love

'Cause love really don't mean jack (Straight up)

See love is just a feeling

You can love somebody and still stab them in they back (On God)

It don't take much to love

You can love somebody just by being attached (21)

See loyalty is a action

You can love or hate me and still have my back (Facts)

I gave you my all (My all)

You was my dawg (You was my dawg)

I would have went to war with the world on your call (On your call)

Thought you had my back (Nah)

You let me fall (Let me fall)

You healed my pain (My pain)

Then you caused it (Then you caused it)

Now I gotta ball without you (Straight up)

Now I gotta ball (Straight up)

Now I gotta ball without you (21)

Now I gotta ball (21)

Now I gotta ball without you (Ball)

Now I gotta ball (Now I gotta ball)

Now I gotta ball without you (21)

Now I gotta ball (21, 21)

You crossed me once, it's fuck you forever (Straight up)

Middle school got my heart broke, stop writin' love letters (21)

Heart cold, yeah, so cold had to buy the Moncler sweater (On God)

Valentines Day, she ripped the card and urinated on the rose petals (Damn)

You was my rock, heavy metal

Now you ain't shit to me (Facts)

I thought it was love, until I woke up

And had an epiphany (21)

Keep the fame and keep the love

Just give me the loyalty (On God)

Nefertiti, King Tut

I treat you like royalty (Fact)

I just wish your love wouldn't fade away

Even when the smoke clear, I'm here to stay

Don't you ever let a nigga take my place

Would you be around if I had minimum wage?

I gave you my all (My all)

You was my dawg (You was my dawg)

I would have went to war with the world on your call (On your call)

Thought you had my back (Nah)

You let me fall (Let me fall)

You healed my pain (My pain)

Then you caused it (Then you caused it)

Now I gotta ball without you (Straight up)

Now I gotta ball (Straight up)

Now I gotta ball without you (21)

Now I gotta ball (21)

Now I gotta ball without you (Ball)

Now I gotta ball (Now I gotta ball)

Now I gotta ball without you (21)

Now I gotta ball (21, 21)

good day lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Project Pat, ScHoolboy Q)

[Lord Infamous:]

I think of murder, murder on me mind

Murder on the menu, murder all the time

[21 Savage:]

Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K

Today was a good day, pour some Actavis

Today was a good day, I woke up with your bitch

Today was a good day, cross her off the list

Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K

Today was a good day, I sold a brick of yay

Today was a good day, my brother beat his case

Today was a good day, day

[21 Savage (ScHoolboy Q):]

Murder with the .45, murder with the nine

Murdering that bitch, put that dick up in her spine

Murder with the .45, murder with the nine

Murdering that bitch, put that dick up in her spine (Uh, ooh)

[ScHoolboy Q:]

I don't do love, I don't do hate, I don't do gullible (Gullible, yeah)

Dope in the pantry, serving up candy, watch looking colorful (Colorful, bling)

Got an extendo, it's a new thing, it got kick with it (Ayy, ayy)

Got a new drum, that pa-rum-pum, I can't miss with it, uh

I'm in the four door (Four door), driving it solo (Ayy, nyoom)

Nigga, it's stolen, hop out and park 'em, nigga

Then walk home (Brrap)

All of this gang talk, gang talk

Walk with me, red dot on your head turn green

Turn your Twitter fingers to a crime scene (Splat, splat, splat)

Street sweep sweep sweep (Whoop, whoop)

Wonder how I get the dope so cheap

Plug walk, get the bags off me (Whoop, whoop, whoop)

Two for ten going in all week

Twin Glocks don't pretend round me, uh (Round me, brrt)

Hit the deck, going down 'round me ('Round me)

Couple shots have a 'round 'round me (Ayy, ayy)

One clip but it came twelve deep (Whoop, whoop, whoop)

[21 Savage:]

Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K

Today was a good day, pour some Actavis

Today was a good day, I woke up with your bitch

Today was a good day, cross her off the list

Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K

Today was a good day, I sold a brick of yay

Today was a good day, my brother beat his case

Today was a good day, day

[Lord Infamous:]

Niggas they die, many die, die, dead niggas

I pull the trig-, pull the trig-, pull the trigger

Niggas they die, many die, die, dead niggas

I pull the trig-, pull the trig-, pull the trigger

[Project Pat:]

Got the boy for 50 things, now he wanna kill me now

50 drums, air his mammy house out, do he feel me now?

Left his kinfolk full of leaks, in the street we play for keeps

Closed casket, aim for his head, shot him in his teeth

Mud nigga, hood nigga, opp killer, thot driller

Memphis, Tennessee we got real hitters

Drug dealers, cop killers

Gang spitters, sauce drippers

Pussy ass niggas, you need to bleed

Draco bury you like a seed, I know you niggas ain't liking me

Patta, all about that sack-uh

Ran up on me, 45 blew out his back-uh

Rack after rack-uh, you know I'm gon' stack-uh

Treat this rap shit, man, like I'm hustling crack-uh, Patta

[21 Savage:]

Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K

Today was a good day, pour some Actavis

Today was a good day, I woke up with your bitch

Today was a good day, cross her off the list

Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K

Today was a good day, I sold a brick of yay

Today was a good day, my brother beat his case

Today was a good day, day

pad lock lyrics - 21 Savage

Yeah, yeah, dawg

This shit real, dawg

Niggas kill, dawg

Keep the steel, dawg

Or be a long-live dog

Straight up

I'm hangin' with killers, serial (Straight up)

Still in the hood eatin' cereal (Straight up)

I pray to these streets like they biblical (Straight up)

Jump off the rope, Rey Mysterio (Straight up)

Two ounces stashed in my stereo (On God)

You can get killed for subliminals (On God)

I'm a big dog, you a Cheerio (On God)

I don't gotta talk loud, but you hear me though (Straight up)

Catch him down bad in traffic (21)

Way before the deal, I was trappin' (21)

Way before the deal, I was puttin' that fire on niggas just to feed my family (On God)

21 gang, I'm a bandit (Straight up)

I ain't have a father, he abandoned (21)

Me and mine, swear I went and picked up a lil' bit of weed and a nine (Yeah)

Partner damn near did a dime (Yeah)

And he still got another nine (Yeah)

Sent my boy 100 racks in the chain gang, nigga, 'cause money is time (On God)

Lately, I been on my grind (Straight up)

25 hundred on wine (Facts)

50 thousand on a suit, it's a good investment

Yeah, 'cause the deal worth dyin' (21)

Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock

(Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock)

He ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot

(Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot)

Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop

(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)

Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop

(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)

Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock

(Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock)

He ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot

(Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot)

Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop

(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)

Make more than a teacher, I'ma drop out, drop out

I got rich nigga problems (Rich nigga)

Tryna put a 50 in my joggers (Won't fit nigga)

Knew you was a rat when we was toddlers (You a snitch, nigga)

You was always the cop, I was the robber (Lil' bitch nigga)

Born to be a leader, not follow (Follow)

Seventeen with a Monte Carlo (Carlo)

Y'all was in the house playin' Mario (Mario)

I was sellin' weed and went hollow (Went hollow)

That's just how we was raised (On God)

Before we came of age (Straight up)

Y'all niggas wanted some pets (21)

My niggas wanted some Ks (On God)

I had to sell a lil weed to hit the flea market and buy some fake Ye's (Straight up)

That's where I bought my first grill (On God)

That's where I bought my first J's (On God)

'Member when my mama was stressed (Damn)

Look at your son, now I'm paid (Goddamn)

She ain't really worry 'bout harm

She worry 'bout jail 'cause she know I don't play (Yes, ma'am)

She remember days, two-bedroom, Mini-14, and a SK (21)

I could leave today, she know that I'ma take a nigga with me 'cause she know I'm gon' spray (On God)

Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock

(Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock)

He ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot

(Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot)

Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop

(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)

Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop

(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)

Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock

(Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock)

He ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot

(Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot)

Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop

(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)

Make more than a teacher, I'ma drop out, drop out

monster lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Childish Gambino)

[21 Savage:]

Power

The money and the fame make a monster

A monster

Power

The money and the fame make a monster

A monster

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

[Childish Gambino:]

Feelin' so good, might smoke somethin' (Ayy)

Hit it so good, might choke somethin' (Ayy)

Might pull out, the game so weak

Fuck it, you can go and have both of 'em

Zone 6 nigga, I come from

Neighborhood soundin' like, "Pop, pop" (Pop, pop)

Pick 'em up, roll 'em out

All of that drip drip there got young boy drop drop (Drop drop)

Ayy ayy (Ayy ayy), oh (Oh)

Where that money go? (Go)

I was livin' fast (Fast)

They gon' watch 'em slow ('Em slow)

All these niggas got six figures, they won't miss an O (O)

I'm gon' shoot they baby mama if I got the pole, oh, ayy (Ayy)

Bodyguards goin' through customs (Customs)

Both of them boys got handguns

'Cause most of your friends, can't trust 'em

Clout chasin' (Clout chasin')

Let me truth on the verse (Yeah)

If they paid you to do it, you don't gotta ask what you worth

Me and Savage, we came from the dirt

If you rappin' for money, you silly

This shit ain't a milli', this shit is a hundred

The industry savage and most of you average

Ain't 'fraid of no static, I'm bustin', I'm bustin'

He might be an addict, he drinkin' that 'Tussin

He know where you live, where you work, do you trust him? (Nope)

[Childish Gambino (21 Savage):]

Power

The money and the fame make a monster

A monster

Power

The money and the fame make a monster

A monster (Low blow)

[21 Savage:]

She below the belt, that's a low blow (Low blow)

She gon' try and blame it on YOLO (YOLO)

Niggas out here tryna rap beef (Rap beef)

I ain't givin' no free promo (No no)

He cuffin', he a cop like Robo (Robo)

I'ma pass her to the gang like Romo (Romo)

Brand new 'Rari, I'm solo (Solo)

Finna go shoppin' in SoHo (21)

You could dump me in the middle of the ocean

I'm still comin' out dry (Dry)

You can leave me in the jungle with bears and tigers

I'm comin' out fly (Fly)

I'll take the stand for my brother

Put my hand on the Bible, I'm still gon' lie (On God)

You can have all the fame in the world

All the money in the world, won't stop no cry (Straight up)

Pain and the hunger made a savage (Savage)

Came from the bottom, disadvantaged ('Vantaged)

Then I started livin' my dreams (My dreams)

That shit turned me to an addict (An addict)

It ain't 'bout the money, you can have it (You can have it)

Shawty got a booty, I'ma grab it (I'ma grab it)

In the fast lane, tryna dodge traffic (Skrrt skrrt)

But I ain't never dodged no static (On God)

War wounds, I got scars (21)

Teachers told me I wouldn't be nothin' but I went far (21)

I could pay your salary for ten years with one car (21)

All the pain and all the struggle made a superstar (21, 21, 21)

Power

The money and the fame make a monster

A monster

Power

The money and the fame make a monster

A monster

letter 2 my momma lyrics - 21 Savage

October '92 when you pushed me out (Straight up)

It was only right that I made a song about you (Straight up)

Ain't no tellin' where I'd be if I went without you (On God)

Wish I woulda stayed in school, but I dropped out (On God)

You taught me how to be strong, gotta give praise (21)

When the times got hard, you always made ways (On God)

Even though I barely got the new Js (On God)

You made sure the kid kept a temp fade (Straight up)

And you kept my PlayStation with some new games (Straight up)

And you buy me freezy cups with your loose change (Facts)

My daddy never was around, that nigga too lame (Fuck 'em)

I think that's why I quit school and started to shoot thangs (21)

My mama taught me how to tie my shoes (On God)

My mama taught me how to cook my noodles (Straight up)

Mama told me don't spend all my money with a jeweler

I bought some real estate plus I'm investin' in my shooters (21, 21)

Had to write a letter to my ma dukes (Ma dukes)

I know you proud of me, but I'm proud, too (I'm proud, too)

You the only woman I'd give some vows to (On God)

I'm still your baby even though I got a child, too (Straight up)

I paid it off, ain't no mortgage or no rent due (Facts)

Yes, she got a Range Rover and a Benz, too (On God)

It's a hard job, but women raise men, too (21)

Ma, you never left my side and I thank you (21)

I seen you strugglin', I think it left a scar (Left a scar)

I did some things when I was young that broke your heart (Broke your heart)

I'm the one that stole the cookies out the jar (Out the jar)

I'm the one that went and stole the neighbor's car (Neighbor's car)

Times got hard, started sellin' hard (Sellin' hard)

Before I see you stressin', I'm gonna break the law (Break the law)

I was sellin' weed, I never mowed the lawn (Mowed the lawn)

Commit a burglary and take it to the pawn (Straight to the pawn)

When I went to YDC you was there (On God)

If I had a school hearing, you was there (That's a fact)

Back when you had the Ford minivan, let me drive to Citi Trends

Baggy-ass Girbauds and some Timberlands (Straight up, straight up)

Me and my baby mama was beefin', you didn't give a damn (Straight up)

You didn't never pick a side, told me, "Be a man" (Straight up)

I'ma raise my kids, nothin' like my dad, I'm a better dad

You're the best mama I could ever have (On God)

Had to write a letter to my ma dukes (Ma dukes)

I know you proud of me, but I'm proud, too (I'm proud, too)

You the only woman I'd give some vows to (On God)

I'm still your baby even though I got a child, too (Straight up)

I paid it off, ain't no mortgage or no rent due (Facts)

Yes, she got a Range Rover and a Benz, too (On God)

It's a hard job, but women raise men, too (21)

Ma, you never left my side and I thank you (21)

4L lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Young Nudy)

[21 Savage:]

Solid nigga, real street nigga

A hundred percent, a hundred and ten percent

Ain't no cut on this shit, nigga

This shit blue magic, nigga, like Frank Lucas, nigga, on God

Four trap spots at the bottom of the hill (Straight up)

Tryna diss Savage, that'll prolly get you killed (On god)

I'll get my shooter smoked, I think he finna spill (Swear)

The beans, I got X, dawg, 75 cents a pill (21)

Tez took a 15, finna come back on appeal (Free Tez)

Pop took 19 'fore he was 19, made me shed a tear (Free Pop)

Blew up on my own, no cosigns I was stiff (On God)

I swear I went like six times platinum 'fore I signed my deal (Straight up)

We used to cut MAK-90s 'fore they made them Dracs (On my mama)

I'm so Slaughter Gang, I'ma nut on her face (21)

Captain Save-A-Ho, you might get shot in your cape (On God)

Niggas drop a mixtape, then they tattoo they face (Lil' pussy)

Niggas drop an album, then pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch)

Imaginary hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you?

He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster

I got niggas down the road for a flock, they'll shank you (On God)

Give me head in a brand new car (Yeah)

Hit her from the back, need Geico (21)

She got fat 'cause a nigga made her stay in the house so I got the bitch lipo (Straight up)

Ridin' 'round town with a Glock, but if it's a hit I'ma use my rifle (On God)

You can ask all the opps, niggas know 4L gang go psycho (I swear)

Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass

You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed

All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast

Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash

I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass

Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass

Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga

[Young Nudy:]

Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow

Brrr-bow-bow-bow-bow

I wanted to come in, know what I'm talkin' about

Cuz just talked that shit

That big Zone 6 shit for y'all niggas ass

(Stop all that cap-ass shit)

I'm a Zone 6-er, Mr. Remixer

Mr. Fuck-Her-Then-I-Hit-Her-Pass-Her-To-My-Nig-ger

Only thing I smoke on is a big Swisher

And I don't sip liquor, I sip lean, yes, sir

Pull up on the curb, hop out serve a nigga bird (Serve a bird)

Who run the block? Slimeball, that's the word (Slime)

Get a nigga topped, off top, non-stop, on my block

I got shooters totin' their Glock, it's a 30 in his Glock (Yeah that 30)

Niggas ain't rockin' how we rockin', we rock-solid (4L)

And I keep them blues in my pocket, ten thousand (Uh huh)

Five on your head, nigga, get your head chopped (Do that)

Ride through my hood and I got the top chopped (What?)

Off, when I ride off (What?)

Smoke gas, cough (Dude)

Bitch give me mouth (Uh-huh)

Big dawg, boss (Big dawg)

Y'all know what it cost (You know)

Just to be a boss (Be a boss)

Well, you gotta wipe some niggas off

You gotta run off on the plug

You gotta shoot at some niggas

Let 'em know you don't give no fucks

If you really 'bout that life, then, nigga, show 'em you 'bout your business

Don't be schemin' on a hunnid, nigga, run up you a million

[21 Savage:]

Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass

You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed

All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast

Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash

I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass

Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass

Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga (21, 21)

I was little, now I'm bigger (Now I'm bigger)

I was broke, now I'm worth eight figures (Eight figures)

It's either you against us or you with us (Lil' bitch)

Malcolm might get killed in the middle (On God)

Mini-14, I was 17 first time I shot it

Nigga, I was on Glenfair (On my mama, dawg)

Went hollow, Collier Ridge to VC

Robbin', landin', all the way to Line Street, they don't play fair (21, 21)

If you make your bed, you gon' lay there (You gon' lay there)

Made a hunnid on Austin off my cell, yeah (Off my cell, yeah)

It was a trap spot and I used to stay there (On God)

On my dead brother, I kept a K there (Straight up)

Tryna spend the night, you must be fuckin' or somethin' (Lil' bitch)

I want you to suck me like you suckin' your thumb (21)

Savage rich as fuck, but I save money like a bum (On God)

Made it to the top, but I give back to the slum (Straight up)

Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass

You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed

All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast

Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash

I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass

Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass

Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga (21, 21)

out for the night, pt. 2 lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Travis Scott)

[21 Savage:]

Give her back shots 'til her back hurt (Back shots)

Thumb through the money 'til my hands hurt (Cash out)

Wanna go on a date? You gotta dance first (Yah, yah)

Take it to the paint, I gotta slam first (Yah, yah)

She be actin' stiff with the booty (On God)

Feelin' like I'm Biggie rockin' Coogi (On God)

Draco make you put up that lil' Uzi (On God)

I don't want no features, niggas groupies (Straight up)

Pass her to the gang, quarterback sneak (Quarterback sneak)

I was in my feelings, now it's, "Fuck Kiki" (Worried 'bout)

Let lil' Tip hit that bitch, on GP (Straight up)

Smokin' gas, nigga, I re-up at the BP

Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die)

Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)

Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice)

She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype

But I'm out for the night (Straight up)

Out for the night (Straight up)

Out for the night (Straight up)

Out for the night (Straight up)

Yeah, I'm out for the night (On God)

Out for the night (On God)

Out for the night (On God)

Out for the night (On God)

Yeah, you workin' hard (Hard)

And I see you (I do)

And your bills late (Late)

And your rent due (Yeah)

And you never need a man to defend you (Straight up)

You already pissed off, on your menstrual (Straight up)

And you been through (Yeah)

'Cause he been through (Yeah)

You a star player (Yeah)

And he benched you (Yeah)

In your corner, I'd never go against you (On God)

Bought a foreign, now it's friends wanna text you (Straight up)

You got off late (Late)

And you worked out (Worked)

You ain't stunt his baby mama 'cause she burnt out (Burnt)

You got rid of him and made sure that we worked out (Facts)

So I put a hunnid racks in your purse now (Racks)

Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die)

Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)

Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice)

She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype

But I'm out for the night (Straight up)

Out for the night (Straight up)

Out for the night (Straight up)

Out for the night (Straight up)

Yeah, I'm out for the night (On God)

Out for the night (On God)

Out for the night (On God)

Out for the night (On God)

[Travis Scott:]

Damn...

Damn...

Ooh (Huh)

P-pardon my lateness, this beat hittin', slap

After take one, then just run this shit back

Say La Flame hot, no, I'm hotter than that (Yeah)

Told you before, know this deeper than rap

We been up-up in the cap, ain't no cap (Uh)

Just bought the block where they didn't want me at

Just threw a fest right across from the tracks

Tried take my world, but I got that bitch back

My heart in this 'til I heart attack

Runnin' this shit 'til cardiac

Not far from this shit where they find me at

Flame, Flame, La Flame

Walk in my closet, she tryin' on pieces

She wanna bling blaow for the evenin'

Up at the top it's still plottin' and schemin'

City of Angels, we watch for the demons

Out of the window, we countin' in seasons

Three nights in The Forum for the kids, gotta feed 'em

They open pits up without even speakin'

It's been some tension, but can't rock the wave

Let the coupe roller coast, get the fuck out my way (Yeah, yeah)

It will start makin' sense, I guess, when I get older

For now 'cause they cold, I got ice to get colder

I run through the H, keep an eighth when I go there

Don't break out Moët 'cause I'm lit if I'm sober

Don't mean that I'm slippin' and slidin' on this

She wanna go out for the night, I'm with it

Yeah

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