Intro lyrics - Morgan Freeman
Great men with great ideals can be separated by hundreds or even thousands of miles
And still be in the same place
They can be years or even generations apart in age
And yet, somehow, find themselves on the exact same page
When these men join forces to put the focus of reaching the same goals
To attain the same outcomes, they are not two, but one
Instead of simply adding one's common attributes to another's
They somehow tend to multiply all attributes of both
Whether from St. Louis or East Atlanta
Whether from a savage land or a booming metropolis
Whether they are two or two billion
The greatest their numbers could ever become, is to truly become one
I now present to you Savage Mode II
Runnin lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin (feat. Diana Ross, Future & Morgan Freeman)
[Diana Ross (21 Savage):]
Am I really hard to please?
Perhaps I have such special needs
I wondered what was wrong with me (Haha)
My friends all fall so easily (Pussies)
[21 Savage:]
Called the first one Savage Mode, my mood, that's what it was (21)
2016, we was ridin' around, beatin' niggas up in the club
I know she around for the money, but act like she loyal, I don't feel the love (21)
I'm so rich, get bored, might wake up, buy me a car just 'cause (On God)
Her titties is hard 'cause she spent a five, my bitch titties cost me a dub (21)
All my bitches got BBLs, all my bitches got butts (Straight up)
I ain't with the rap beef, Draco pedophile, all of my opps get touched (Straight up)
We ain't never ran off on no barber, but we still be hoppin' out cuts (Straight up)
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', I leave all my cars
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', all my opps be
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', wipe his nose, it was
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', Savage never did no
That Clasé for your wife (21), that hookah for your wife (Pussy)
I'm Slaughter Gang, pussy, you know I brought my knife (21)
He was talkin' gangster (21), we caught him at a light (Pussy)
I let my young nigga do it, it was free, he wanted a stripe (On God)
Havin' my way with the cheese, I'm in the den with the thieves (On God)
I know that she ratchet, I could tell by the way that she wearin' her weave (21)
Smokin' on zaza, this shit came out the garden with Adam and Eve (21)
Chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, niggas tryna make y'all bleed (21)
Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep (Pussy)
Is it a issue? Keep me a pistol, I ain't finna diss you (Pussy)
All that pillow talk, I'ma have to send The Boogeyman to come get you
Chain hang low like a yo-yo, your bitch ridin' dick like pogo
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', I leave all my cars
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', all my opps be
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', wipe his nose, it was
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Runnin', runnin', Savage never did no
I brought a Hollywood bitch to Club Crucial (On God)
I was at the Met Gala with my shooter (On God)
Slaughter Gang, Gang, we don't do recruitin' (21)
Say you ready to catch a body, gotta prove it
Gotta prove that shit, nigga
Shit ain't no motherfuckin' game, nigga
Get your bitch ass whacked, nigga
Big facts, big 4L, nigga
Big Zone 6, nigga
We run the motherfuckin' city, nigga
Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
Body for body, nigga, money for money, nigga
We skunkin' everybody
Fuck your crew, nigga, we'll kill your crew
Pussy, pussy, pussy
[Future:]
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
[Morgan Freeman:]
Are things better or worse the second time around?
Can we really do anything more than once?
Glock In My Lap lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin
Y'all niggas stop playin', nigga
Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Big 4L, big steppers
Big footprints, pussy (Southside on the track, yeah)
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Okay, 21, okay, 21 (Okay)
Okay (21, Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
21, 21, 21
Big 4L, I'm a member (Yeah)
Leave an opp cold, like December (What?)
.45 on me, it's a Kimber (And what?)
AK knockin' down trees, like timber
Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21)
Hit the windshield, not the fender (21)
Givin' out smoke my agenda (21)
Throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy)
All black tux, I'm a businessman (Pussy)
Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (Woah)
Take the plug off and the middle man (Woah)
Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (Woah)
Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21)
21, your bitch know I been the man (21)
Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man
Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it
Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it
New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it
'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it
Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin'
I don't never put women in my business
Full-time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin'
Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (Straight up)
17 breakin' down a P (On God)
18 start sellin' hard with Lil B
Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D
Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E
All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed
Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (Pussy)
Not mine, this bitch for us (21)
The gang is what I trust (Straight up)
Don't argue, we don't fuss (Straight up)
No talkin', he get touched (Straight up)
I can't smoke my opps (On God)
'Cause all my opps is dust (Pussy)
He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (Pussy)
Open your mouth when I bust (21)
Suck me up slow, don't rush (21)
Havin' threesomes is a must (Straight up)
Hit it from the back and she cussed (On God)
I put his bitch in the Benz (21)
She used to ride on the bus (Damn)
I walk around with them thigh pads (21)
But I ain't got no yard rushed
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
Mr. Right Now lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin (feat. Drake)
[Young Thug:]
(Metro)
[21 Savage:]
I'ma slide anytime you want
Put you in Chanel, I'ma teach you how to stunt (21)
Slip and slide like a waterfall
You need some TLC, we can creep if you want (21)
Ayy, turn your phone off, take your clothes off (21)
I'm a savage, but I fuck her to a slow song (21)
Turn the lights down (21), lay the pipe down (21)
I ain't Mr. Right, but I'm Mr. Right Now (Straight up)
She want me to fuck her to Beyoncé (Straight up)
But I don't treat her like she my fiancé (On God)
Make that thing sing like Sade (21)
1942, it ain't no Chardonnay (21)
In a Lam' truck (Yeah), with my Richard on (Yeah)
Got a pretty girl (21), that I'm feelin' on (21)
We in quarantine (On God), but my M's long (On God)
Buddy lame-lame, he got friend-zoned (On God)
Got a couple spots (21), and they all owned (21)
Bought a penthouse (21), 'cause I'm never home (On God)
Threw my heart out the window, feelings gone (21)
Threw my heart out the window, but
I'ma slide anytime you want (21)
Put you in Chanel, I'ma teach you how to stunt (On God)
Slip and slide like a waterfall (Straight up)
You need some TLC, we can creep if you want (Straight up)
Ayy, turn your phone off (Straight up), take your clothes off (Straight up)
I'm a savage, but I fuck her to a slow song (Straight up)
Turn the lights down (Straight up), lay the pipe down (Straight up)
I ain't Mr. Right, but I'm Mr. Right Now (21)
[Drake:]
Turn your phone off, take your clothes off
I'm a sav', but I fuck her to a slow song
Said the nail lady went and did her toes wrong
Said her last man was always playin' Drake songs
Yeah, cellphones out when I roll up
Yeah, the nigga had a problem 'til I showed up
Everybody with a "at" before they name tough
Yeah, more concerned with blowing up than growing up
Yeah, said she wanna fuck to some SZA, wait
'Cause I used to date SZA back in '08
If you cool with it, baby, she can still play
While I jump inside that box and have a field day
I'm the slow stroke king, hit me anytime
And my goal is to get you to the finish line
I seen good movies end bad plenty times
So let me finish strong, girl
[21 Savage & Drake, (21 Savage), {Drake}:]
I'ma slide anytime you want
Put you in Chanel, I'ma teach you how to stunt (On God)
Slip and slide like a waterfall
You need some TLC, we can creep if you want {If you want}
[21 Savage:]
Ayy, turn your phone off (Straight up), take your clothes off (Straight up)
I'm a savage, but I fuck her to a slow song (Straight up)
Turn the lights down (Straight up), lay the pipe down (Straight up)
I ain't Mr. Right, but I'm Mr. Right Now (21)
She want me to fuck her to some Keith Sweat (21)
But she stay in apartments I got beef at (On God)
Pussy so good, I had to sneak back (On God)
Hit her with my Glizzy, boy, I keep that
You fuck with the ones that fuck with you, what?
The niggas—, the bi—, the dumb-ass bitches wanna come up
And lay up and give you pussy at, what?
Twelve? One o'clock at night? Face-ass nigga, do I look dumb, stupid or slow?
Nigga, please, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Just like you wanna stick a dick up in me, I want some motherfuckin' money
And don't get in your motherfuckin' feelings
When you see me in the motherfuckin' club randomly
And one of your niggas wanna get down on me
And I wanna give them some pussy 'cause they gave me some money
Know what I mean? It's easy
Rich Nigga Shit lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin (feat. Young Thug)
This world's all about money and pussy
And you need to figure that out
Once you figure that out
You'll be better off in life
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
[21 Savage:]
Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of
Nigga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Every nigga with me got style
I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want all the money and the power
She took me for granted even when I tried to show her the better me
I did a 69 with her friend, I'm prayin' to God she don't tell on me
Used to ride MARTA, now a nigga getting head in the Cullinan
Percocet got me floatin' like a butterfly
But I'll sting you like a bumblebee
Saint Laurent the only thing I put on my back
Off-White jeans look like cooked crack
I call the Porsche stomach 'cause the shit snatch
Gave my girl a dub, now her butt fat
You might take your women to the Louis store
My bitches be askin', "Where's Chanel at?"
I know you see them crosses, yeah, that's Chrome Hearts
All this water on me, where the whales at?
Stars in the ceilin', I'm where God at
This supercharger whine like the car mad
Savage got a whole lotta hits, dawg
I be droppin' bombs like Baghdad
Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of
Nigga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Every nigga with me got style
I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want all the money and the power
[Young Thug:]
Yeah, I've been in the vault with the gold in the back (Ayy)
No longer my dawg 'cause you told, you a rat (Ayy)
Back-to-back Porsche, me and Savage ridin' 'round
In the town where the pipes have you loud out the back (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Five hundred racks what it cost to be exact
And it takes one mil', five hundred thousand racks (Yeah)
I ain't even take the Rolls-Royce truck back (Yeah, yeah)
Bought the new one with the stars and the wheelbase stretched
You can open up the door, but you ain't gotta close it back (Woo)
Everything electric, baby, everything a blessing (It's a blessing)
Keep a ring and a Rollie for your next bitch (Yeah)
Niggas riding round in Chargers tryna split shit (Slatt)
I been ridin' with a cutter, call it stick shift (Brr)
When I eat, I got a Goyard handkerchief (Yeah)
Keep lil' mama on her knees and her ankle lift (Facts)
I can get 'em knocked off without a finger lift
[21 Savage:]
Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of
Nigga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Every nigga with me got style
I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want all the money and the power
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
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
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