Slidin lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin (feat. Morgan Freeman)

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

It's the big stepper (Stepper), 4L repper (Repper)

Hit him with a twenty-piece, ranch lemon pepper (Pepper)

Black Air Force 1s dancing with the devil

(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you, 21, 21, 21)

His wifey trouble, thot was finna cut her, I pulled out a rubber

Opps tried to slide on my brother, had to up that cutter

When it's smoke, we huddle, so many shots, damn near shot each other

AR st-st-stutter, Draco brown, look like peanut butter

Don't play tic-tac-toe or tit-for-tat, nigga, this ain't that (21, 21)

He was talking gangster on them tracks 'til I got him whacked

Glizzy with the switch and it go splat, ain't no ducking that

Y'all be smoking make-believe opps, we be smoking, facts

We be smoking gang after gang, cock it back and bang

21 4L, that's what I claim, let your nuts hang

We don't shoot at houses, we hit brains, y'all lil' niggas lame

Fell in love with them chopper sounds, Waka Flocka Flame

Slidin'

Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'

I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence

We turnt off they street, we heard sirens

Since a juvenile, I been wildin'

Chrome Heart jeans got me stylin'

Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin'

While you was in college I was robbin'

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

(Brrt, bop bop)

Everybody run to they car (21)

You ain't gon' make it that far (21)

Walk down with an AR (Straight up)

We keep shit in the street (On God)

They gon' put it on the bar (On God)

Y'all niggas talking on pillows

All my Glocks got dildos (21)

Take your bank like Cee-Lo (21)

Draco bite, mosquito (21)

Y'all niggas corny, Frito (Pussy)

Kel-Tec hot, it shoot Cheeto (Pussy)

Y'all be talking that rah-rah (Pussy)

You ain't finna rob-rob me, though (Pussy)

He went against me, he gone

Step on him, I put my feet on him (21)

I just made an opp do the running man (Running man)

Keep an FN in my Cullinan (Cullinan)

Still ain't met a bitch that I'd cuff again (21,21)

Still ain't met a bitch that I'd kiss (On God)

He was talking crazy, he got blick (Straight up)

Savage keep a token, John Wick (John Wick)

Shoot him in the back like he Rick (Ricky)

Playing freeze tag, niggas it (Sticky)

Slidin'

Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'

I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence

We turnt off they street, we heard sirens

Since a juvenile, I been wildin'

Chrome Heart jeans got me stylin'

Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin'

While you was in college I was robbin'

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

[Morgan Freeman:]

When your vision is crystal clear, they say it's razor-sharp

A focused mind is said to be like a knife, but the scalpel is wisdom

All one can do is accept that life is a double-edged sword

Stay on the edge

Many Men lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin (feat. Morgan Freeman & 50 Cent)

[21 Savage:]

Metro

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I kept it solid the whole time (Ayy)

I ain't never, ever play both sides (Ayy)

East side nigga 'bout gunfire (Ayy)

Pull up in a van and the door slide (Ayy)

We ain't never throwin' no white flag (Straight up)

Gotta get smoke when the bros die (Straight up)

They gon' spin 'til the car hot (Straight up)

Don't call my phone 'til some more die

New Maybach, I don't need no key

I was in the dirt, you didn't believe in me

My attention span too short

Don't wait for pussy, you teasin' me

Bad lil' vibe, she pleasin' me

Spend a whole M, yeah, easily

I get the cash and put it up fast

I think I got JB in me

Edge of the bed, she sit up (Ayy)

Suckin' on me 'til she got hiccups (Yeah)

Back in the day I did stickups (Ayy)

Favorite hotbox was a pick up (Yeah)

Say you want smoke, don't pick us (21)

Face shot, now you can't get up (21)

Candlelight gang, nigga, shut up (21)

We known for shootin' shit the fuck up (21)

Hundred large in these Amiris, they all Crippy (Blue)

I got vibes eatin' Addys off ass and titties (Loose)

When there's smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD (Pussy)

Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 (Pussy)

I got small fries want my spot, tryna defeat me (Pussy)

I got real model bitches tryna R&B me (Pussy)

All that cap inside your raps, I ain't even play your CD (21)

We don't go back and forth on the internet, we put niggas on TV (Big facts)

I got your bitch and her BB (Big facts)

Hit her in the shower, Mimi (Big facts)

Next day she tryna see me (Straight up)

Told her I'm blind, Stevie (Stevie)

Nice girls can't even keep me (Never)

Need a bad girl like RiRi (Yeah, yeah)

We don't pump fake, we kill beef (21)

21 Savage, not Jeezy (Pussy)

I got your bitch in the 'yo (I do)

She in the hills on the coke (She is)

I pull it out of my pants (I did)

She put it right in her throat (She did)

Fish scales smellin' like polish (You dig?)

They brought it right off the boat (You dig?)

Front door, back door king

I done probably robbed your bro (I did)

Come up with a plan, better huddle (21)

Left wrist lookin' like a puddle (21)

When I'm in the street, it's trouble (21)

That's why I stay in my bubble (I do)

Brand new Rari so fast, when I stomp the pedal to the floor, it stutter (Skrrt)

I ain't use a rubber and I make eggs, that's why I'm chasin' this butter (On God)

Hundred large in these Amiris, they all Crippy (Blue)

I got vibes eatin' Addys off ass and titties (Loose)

When there's smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD (Pussy)

Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 (Pussy)

I got small fries want my spot, tryna defeat me (Pussy)

I got real model bitches tryna R&B me (Pussy)

All that cap inside your raps, I ain't even play your CD (21)

Won't go back and forth on the internet, we put niggas on TV (Big facts)

When there's smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD

Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50

Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50

Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50

Many men wish death upon—

Many men wish death upon—

Many men wish death upon me

Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can't see

I'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be

And niggas tryin' to take my life away

[Morgan Freeman:]

The evil man envies the good in others

What this means is all hatred is really born from hatred of self

And can only serve to aid in one's own destruction

This is the downfall of many men

Snitches & Rats (Interlude) lyrics - Morgan Freeman

A regular citizen who reports seeing a crime isn't a "snitch" or a "rat"

The criminals were just sloppy

Snitches and rats are not the same thing

Let me break it down to make sure y'all see what I mean

A "snitch" is someone minding other folks' business

To find information they can sell for a price or trade for some other form of compensation

A "rat" is a traitor, a conceiver, planner or physical participator

He doesn't sell secrets for power or cash

He betrays the trust of his team or his family hoping to save his own cowardly ass

The difference is, at least a snitch is human, but a rat is a fuckin' rat, period

Snitches & Rats lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin (feat. Young Nudy)

[21 Savage:]

Yeah, huh, ya, ya

Ya, ya, ya, ya

Ya, ya, ya (If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)

Snitches and rats, snitches and rats

Snitches and rats, they all get whacked (Pussy)

He told on his brother (Pussy), his brother told back (Pussy)

They say that they twins, we call them Siamese rats (On God)

Snitches and rats (21), snitches and rats (21)

We snatchin' your jewelry (On God), and takin' your pack (Lil' bitch)

Snitches and rats (Pussy), snitches and rats (Pussy)

We cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat (Facts)

You talk on the internet, we talk in the street (21)

Kel-Tec .223, like D-Wade, I love my heat (21)

Glock 19 in the booth, it's on the seat (Pussy)

Black Air Force 1s in the field, them my cleats (Pussy)

Caught a rap nigga down bad

Now his ass in a body bag (Big facts)

Sound real tough when you makin' them songs

Where the fuck is your bodies at? (Pussy)

Say you want smoke with that Big 4L (21)

Where the fuck is your 'partments at? (21)

Been stepped on them, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Pussy)

Them niggas a welcome mat

Shawty was speakin' them facts (On God)

Shawty ain't talkin' to rats (On God)

Niggas know Nudy my twin

Playin' with cuz, a nigga get whacked (Facts)

You ain't gon' slide, you a ho, dawg (Pussy)

Spinned a nigga block, then we rode off (Pussy)

Young COUPE tryna up the score, dawg

Chevy was busy, so I took 4 God (21)

Snitches and rats, snitches and rats

Snitches and rats, they all get whacked (Pussy)

He told on his brother (Pussy), his brother told back (Pussy)

They say that they twins, we call them Siamese rats (On God)

Snitches and rats (21), snitches and rats (21)

We snatchin' your jewelry (On God), and takin' your pack (Lil' bitch)

Snitches and rats (Pussy), snitches and rats (Pussy)

We cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat (Slime, facts)

[Young Nudy:]

Black and white gon' tell it, and you snitchin', pussy, I don't smell it

Real convicted felon, strapped up, loaded, shit, this lethal weapon (Lethal)

Bless you pussy niggas with this weapon, send you straight to heaven

Man, I pray to God you pussy niggas don't test me, I'm gon' bless you (For real)

Hope you niggas retaliate, don't tell them peoples or your mama (Damn)

Niggas like to dry snitch when shit get real, wanna go tell they mama

Got to keep this shit twenty-one hundred, don't you fold under pressure

Fuck your honor, you know they try to give you a hundred

Yeah, niggas be scared, they catchin' a hundred

Snitches and rats, we gon' feed him a hundred (Word)

I spent that money, blue cheese (Whew)

All these rap niggas gon' follow the cheese (Yeah)

Trade ones with my brudda, the other shit, you know we bust 'em (We bust 'em)

I don't fuckin' trust ya, if you ain't Metro, we gon' bust ya

[21 Savage:]

Snitches and rats, snitches and rats

Snitches and rats, they all get whacked (Pussy)

He told on his brother (Pussy), his brother told back (Pussy)

They say that they twins, we call them Siamese rats (On God)

Snitches and rats (21), snitches and rats (21)

We snatchin' your jewelry (On God), and takin' your pack (Lil' bitch)

Snitches and rats (Pussy), snitches and rats (Pussy)

We cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat (Facts)

Roll the window down, squeeze

Fuck it, spin again while they grieve

7.6, .223s

Who copped deuces? Please

My Dawg lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin

Just because I didn't remind you, don't think I forgot

Just because it ain't happened yet, don't think that it's not

Nipsey was solid, I know that he up there with Biggie and Pac

My choppa could tell you a story, I pray that you don't try to plot

Stayed a hundred, couple niggas changed

I ain't never went against the grain, I could never snort cocaine

I could never fuck a bitch behind my brother then try and turn her to my main

Clout chasin' got him in a wood box, can't believe he died for the fame

He'll risk it all for a name, I was comin' hard 'fore I came

I ain't know nothin' 'bout no Visa, I was in the park with the gang

Moms be feelin' bad, I try to tell her she is not to blame

No social security, couldn't get a license, but I still didn't complain

I went and got it, I ain't ask for no handout

Lil' nigga, we are not the same

You know what I'm on, first girlfriend did me wrong

I swear to God that every girl after that, I was gon' do 'em wrong

Different bitch in my bed every night, but I still be feelin' alone

Matter fact I finna be with one, probably right after I finish this song

That's my dawg (That's my dawg)

He gon' ride (He gon' ride) off the leash (Off the leash)

He gon' slide (He gon' slide), she know I cheat (She know I cheat)

She know I lie (She know I lie), I be geeked up, I be fried (21)

Sweep the room, we pull up with brooms (21, 21)

Smokin' Girl Scout, you can smell the fumes (Smell the fumes)

Don't approach me 'bout your wifey if she choose (Pussy)

Last scrub did that made the news (21)

Nigga keep talkin' that U.K. shit like I don't got AKs (21)

Like, 'cause I was born overseas, these motherfuckers ain't gon' spray-spray (The fuck?)

Pull up in your hood, nigga, 9-1-1, y'all better call mayday (Brr, pow, pow)

From Glenwood all the way to Martin Luther King, niggas know we don't play-play

Caught him down bad (21), broad daylight, I ain't need no mask (21)

Paid in full (21), all the opp hoes get shot in the ass

Strip a rap nigga if I ever get low on cash (21)

Middle school, I ain't go to class, I was hangin' in the hallway, I ain't have a pass (On God)

High school, I ain't even go, I was hangin' in the colony tryna sell gas (Straight up)

In a hotbox with Chevy, Lil Harold, and Rock, ready to crash (21)

Tried to break in the pawnshop on Candler Road, but the rod wouldn't smash (21)

Larry got killed, couldn't believe this shit, man, the tears started falling' down fast (On God)

Lick on McAfee, found a ho, split, but we really had came for the cash (True story)

I'm prayin' to Ogun there's so much shit in the street and my past (21)

I told T-Tay that buddy was a fuck nigga, boom, he got on the stand (Rat)

200K to the lawyer, lil' brother, gon' make sure you get out the cans (21, 21)

That's my dawg (That's my dawg)

He gon' ride (He gon' ride) off the leash (Off the leash)

He gon' slide (He gon' slide), she know I cheat (She know I cheat)

She know I lie (She know I lie), I be geeked up, I be fried (21)

Sweep the room, we pull up with brooms (21, 21)

Smokin' Girl Scout, you can smell the fumes (Smell the fumes)

Don't approach me 'bout your wifey if she choose (Pussy)

Last scrub did that made the news

Steppin On Niggas lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin

Step on a nigga in my Air Force 1s

Step on a nigga in some fuckin' Jordan 1s

Step on a nigga with this dirty-ass gun

It was one late night, I was cruisin' the street

We ain't had nothing to do, so we was looking for beef

Got a Glock in my hand and a stick in the Jeep

Stomping niggas 'round town, but I grew up on the East

Roll the window down, seen elbows and feet

I was kickin' up smoke, you was copping a plea

Yeah, we turned him to zaza, now his face on a tee

I be smokin' on opps, roll 'em up by the P (P)

Chopper keep shakin', the beat keep breakin'

No, I'm not a Muslim, but I don't eat bacon (Bacon)

Eyes look Asian, she say that she Jamaican

I bring her to the room, we just fucking, we ain't caking (Caking)

Steppin' on niggas, steppin' on niggas (Steppin')

Steppin' on niggas (Steppin'), steppin' on niggas (Steppin', steppin')

Steppin' on niggas, steppin' on niggas (Steppin', steppin')

Steppin' on niggas (Steppin'), steppin' on niggas (Steppin', steppin')

Got a Glock on my hip, niggas hippity-hop

He was dissin' on songs and that shit got him shot

Hit his block with a broom, hit his block with a mop

We ain't talking to bitches, we ain't talking to cops (Fuck 12)

Check the forecast, I got galore cash

Had them killers on your step like DoorDash

Fuck your baby daddy with his dork ass

We at the bottom, nigga, show me your extort pass

All the opps fans, they be imitating

Blowing gun smoke (Smoke), that's how we demonstrating ('Strating)

Hit his baby mama (Mama) while he had the baby (Baby)

Gave me good jaw (Jaw), I gave her penetration ('Tration)

Steppin' on niggas, steppin' on niggas

Steppin' on niggas (Steppin'), steppin' on niggas (Steppin', steppin')

Steppin' on niggas, steppin' on niggas (Steppin', steppin')

Steppin' on niggas (Steppin'), steppin' on niggas (Steppin', steppin')

Steppin' on niggas (Steppin', steppin')

Steppin' on niggas (Steppin', steppin')

Steppin' on niggas (Steppin', steppin')

Steppin' on niggas (Steppin')

Brand New Draco lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin

Yeah

(Metro)

We ain't giving out smoke, we giving out embalming fluid

Spin that shit every day, every night

Back to back to back to back to back

Y'all niggas can't even trap, nothing

Post up, nothing, kick with the hoes, barbeque, nothing

We spinning back to back

Two weeks, three weeks straight, nigga, on God, nigga

Big 4L, pussy

Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot go down (21, 21)

When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down (On God, on God, on God, straight up)

Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down (Pyoom)

I'm rich for real, I could press a button and make the opps go down (Nah, facts, pussy boy)

Maybach with the shade (Straight up)

Brand new CTS all red like the Braves (On God)

Y'all just started slidin', we was slidin' back in the day (21)

21 Gang, woodgrain on the K (21)

Big Slaughter, nigga, big dagger in my face (Straight up)

Ski mask, fuck a camera, gun him down on tape (On God)

Breaking news, FOX 5, pussy, we don't play (Straight up)

I call my Hellcat OVO 'cause it keep a Drac' (Facts)

Red dot, headshot, pussy DOA (21)

Count me a ten in one minute, count a whole hundred in ten minutes (On God)

Niggas need to call they hood Beyblades 'cause all we do is spin in it (On God)

I own me a couple establishments, I ain't worried 'bout your business (21)

Y'all running 'round here gossipin', I'm tryna make me some more millions (Pussy)

Ridin' with a stick in the hotbox, I ain't never put my phone in it (Pussy)

We call your main bitch pussy hood 'cause all we do is joan in it (Pussy)

Money the only paperwork I put my bros in (Pussy)

Somebody please unthaw my ears 'cause they frozen

Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot go down (21, 21)

When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down (On God, on God, on God, straight up)

Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down (Pyoom)

I'm rich for real, I could press a button and make the opps go down (Nah, facts, pussy boy)

Charge him with theft by taking 'cause his drip stolen (Pussy)

Trap spot in the neighborhood is 60 Rolling (Pussy)

Had to do CPR, I got your bitch choking (Pussy)

Selling Percocets, weed, bar, and cocaine

So many choppers in the spot, we leave the door open (21)

Put the water in the pot, then you stick the fork in

Put some holes in your shirt, now it's red, soakin' (21)

I ain't runnin' from no smoke, period, semi-colon (21)

You wanna hold somethin', I got plenty shells (21)

I don't even want no smoke, niggas gon' tattletale (On God)

I don't even play with people's kids, go play Battlefield (Straight up)

I'm from the East, home of the murders, you niggas'll die out here (21)

They like to box, we like to pop, both of us bodybuild (On God)

You can get hit with one of them guns from my adlib (Straight up)

You gon' fuck around and get chopped, lil' Karate Kid (Pussy)

I ain't seen him in a minute, but ask if God did (Pussy)

Saint Laurent sweater

Rock Balenciaga when I rock the Barett-er (21)

Shout out Robert Kraft, fell in love with the cheddar (On God)

Beat a rapper ass, Def Jam Vendett-er (Bitch)

When it come to shh, we got plenty

Eating Ruth Chris, I done burnt out on the Beni' (21)

And I eat, sleep, shit, fuck with the semi (On God)

Screamin' fuck friends, family first, rocking Fendi (21)

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