red sky lyrics - 21 Savage

Red sky bleedin' from my eye

Tides risin' up to new highs

I turn my back to the wind

Slowly driftin' away

I hear the night sing (Welcome to your new—)

Welcome to your new—

It's fourth and inches, I'm sendin' a blitz

Live on the toilet, I stay on my shit

You say we opps, but you stay on my dick

My shooter a rapper, I sent him a hit

They be on Twitter like, "When he gon' miss?"

Say I fell off, but I fell in his bitch

Fuck yo' white flag, I ain't tellin' 'em shit

I play it cool and hand brodie the blick

Blick out yo' stu' just to show you I'm rich

Now you can't drop no more music 'cause shit

How you jump right on that song and then snitch?

Nigga, you sassy and wrong as a bitch

Say the wrong thing and get put on that list

This is a warning 'cause Savage don't diss

Better thank me that yo' ass still exist

'Cause Jesus can't save you from what's in this stick

She don't look good without makeup, I'm stiff

Don't fuck with rappers 'cause most of 'em snitch

Diamonds gon' cover my neck and my fist

Watch on my leg 'cause I ran out of wrists

Draco brown like a Hershey

Hang out the window and blow 'em a kiss

Hang out the window and wave at his bitch

Gun smoke, I take it far when I'm pissed

Under cover of the darkness (Red sky bleedin')

Sunlight moves, awakening (Red sky bleedin')

One that stares while one's asleep (Red sky bleedin')

Before that's done, it's waking

Don't give a fuck, I'ma rock with my twin

Niggas freeze up when it's time to go spin

Speak on the dead, then we boxin' you in

Send you to heaven, they kill you again

We killed his buddy, he buckin' again

If they revive 'em, we bust him again

Pistol so big, ain't no tuckin' it in

I got in trouble for tellin' on friends

Rip out your tongue if you talkin' too much

You gon' get chopped out talkin' to us

Bullet-proof truck 'cause I know they could touch me

Bury the K and it still shoot rusty

Fuck my opps, niggas broke and they musty

All my exes still wanna fuck me

Eliantte on me, this is not lucky

Fry me a nigga like I'm from Kentucky

Remember when pops used to front me

When I see rappers, I do not see rappers, my nigga, I really see lunch meat

Three-hundred black on the seat and the Glock on my hip, ain't no way you could punch me

You ain't really gang, you a flunkie

Send your ass to the store like you auntie, pussy

Under cover of the darkness (Red sky bleedin')

Sunlight moves, awakening (Red sky bleedin')

One that stares while one's asleep (Red sky bleedin')

Before that's done, it's waking

This is really happening

Is this is really happening?

dark days lyrics - 21 Savage & Mariah The Scientist

I finally got the fame and fortune that I prayed for

Who would have thought I would emerge from all that gun smoke?

This for all the teenagers that wanna gun tote

'Cause they cheaper in the hood than in the gun store (On God)

You gon' lose a lot of your friends and that's what hurt the most

You can't do nothin' but reminisce about y'all crackin' jokes

You feelin' like nobody love you, I know how that go

You gotta love yourself, lil' nigga, that's gon' help you glow (On God)

I know it might sound lame, but just stay in school (21)

They got a place that they put people who don't follow rules (Yeah)

You probably got your mama scared, don't wanna watch the news

Ready to risk your life and freedom for a pair of shoes

Yeah, you say you love your switch, but they don't love you back

You can hug that block all night, it ain't gon' hug you back (Facts)

Some of your friends gon' reincarnate and come back as rats (Pussy)

And after your candlelight, they ain't gon' give your mama jack

Now your brother kids askin' where they daddy at

So you gotta lie and tell 'em he just took a nap (Damn)

You done failed in the streets, so now you tryna rap

But that ain't really workin' for you, so it's back to trap, damn

When it's all said and done

There's some things you can't run from

It's hard to decide

Either live or you die

I, I ask myself was it all worth the risk

'Cause I can't pretend (Yeah)

I can't stand the thought of losing you

I know how it feel to see your dawgs stretched out (On God)

And watch him struggle tryna let his last breath out (Damn)

You don't wanna do it, but you lost some real niggas that you gotta step out

One more seat left in the car, you gotta help out (Yeah)

Niggas stressed out (Yeah, yeah)

Probably why I tell the kids to put the guns down (Oh, facts)

Gangsta but I still cry when nobody around

Tryna numb the pain, drinkin' bottles 'til I drown ('Til I drown, 21)

Never do no suicide

But I'd be lyin' if I said it hadn't crossed my mind

I hurt on the inside and I still act like I'm fine

Why the judge give my nigga Paul all that time? (Free Paul, hey)

Heard they lockin' niggas up for what they put in rhymes

Standin' on this shit (Oh), fuck it, I'm still writin' mine (Fuck 'em, oh)

This what growth look like, no more committin' crimes (21)

I stayed out the way and made a way for us to grind (21, 21)

When it's all said and done (All said and done)

There's some things you can't run from

It's hard to decide

Either live or you die (Live)

I, I ask myself (Ask myself) was it all worth the risk (Was it all?)

'Cause I can't pretend (Yeah)

I can't stand the thought of losing you

All my dawgs too

Forever-ever Eastside (Eastside)

This shit 'posed to be for life (Supposed to be for life, 4L)

Jumpin' shit since we was five (21, five)

We got that fire, we was nine, nine

Even though I'm up, up

You can see the pain in my eyes

I mean like fuck love (On God)

But either way, I'm still gon' try

Got me fucked up (21)

Seein' my twin on Channel 5

I, 'cause even gangsters cry

I, I, I

Gangsters cry

Even gangsters cry

I, I, I

Even gangsters cry

(I, I, I)

21, 21

My son, this is your time

I know your heart

And I’ve watched you rise above many challenges

And you have made me so proud

I pray for many more fulfilling experiences as you elevate to new levels of growth, purpose, and success

Dreams really do come true

By the grace of the source of life, so be it

Her Loss (2022) - 21 Savage (with Drake)

• Rich Flex
• Major Distribution
• On BS
• BackOutsideBoyz
• Privileged Rappers
• Spin Bout U
• Hours In Silence
• Treacherous Twins
• Circo Loco
• Pussy & Millions
• Broke Boys
• Middle of the Ocean
• Jumbotron Shit Poppin
• More M's
• 3AM On Glenwood
• I Guess It's Fuck Me 

Rich Flex lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

[Young Nudy:]

Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club

Pay for 'bout ten niggas to get in, we crunk, lit, in this bitch, yeah

[21 Savage:]

Know we walk around the world

Steppin', not givin a damn 'bout where our feet land at, yeah

Get your ass mushed, smooshed (6ix)

Yeah, 21, the biggest

Put a nigga in the chicken wing, pussy

[Drake (21 Savage):]

21, can you do somethin' for me? (21)

Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me? (21)

And 21, can you do somethin' for me? (21, 21)

Drop some bars to my pussy ex for me

Then 21, can you do somethin' for me? (Yeah)

Can you talk to the opps necks for me? (Okay)

21, do your thing 21, do your thing (21)

Do your thing, 21, yeah okay

[21 Savage:]

Yellow diamonds in the watch, this shit cost a lot

Never send a bitch your dot, that's how you get shot

I DM in vanish mode, I do that shit a lot

Took her panties off and this bitch thicker than the plot

All my exes ain't nothin', them hoes busted

If my opps ain't rappin', they ass duckin'

You ain't ready to pull the trigger, don't clutch it

I know you on your period baby, can you suck it?

I'm a savage (21)

Smack her booty in Magic

I'll slap a pussy nigga with a ratchet

I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy (Pussy)

Don't call me on Christmas Eve, bitch, call your daddy (21)

Bitch, call your uncle (21), bitch, don't call me (21)

Always in my L, your ho a freak (Fuck)

Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21)

Paid like an athlete, I got-

[Drake:]

All you hoes, all of you hoes need to remember who y'all talking' to

It's a Slaughter Gang CEO

I got dick for you if I'm not workin', girl

If I'm busy then fuck no

You need to find you someone else to call

When your bank account get low, you need to find you someone-

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit

Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit, ayy

Stick and stones, chrome on chrome

That's just what a nigga on

Internet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phone

Pussies clickin' up so they don't feel alone, ayy

Nan' nigga seein' me, I'm young money CMB

I used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BNB

The bad bitches waitin' on a nigga like I'm PND

I'm steady pushin' P, you niggas pushing PTSD

I told her ass to kiss me in the club, fuck a TMZ

I used to want a GMC, when Woe was doing BNE

We revvin' up and goin' on a run like we DMC

I layup with her for a couple days, then its BRB

You rappers love askin' if I fucked, when you know we did

When you know we did

She came in heels but she left out on her cozy shit

Ayy, I'm livin every twenty-four like Kobe did

Shoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P to 8

Swear this shit is gettin' ate, I'm on ten for the cake

Get a lot of love from twelve, but I don't reciprocate

Fifty-one division state patrollin' when it's late

21 my addy, so the knife is on the gate

All the dawgs eatin' off a Baccarat plate

Niggas see Drake and they underestimate

Take it from a vet', that's a rookie ass mistake, ayy

Ah, ah

Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit

Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit

Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit

On God

Boy, look, you the motherfuckin' man, boy, you, ooh

You is the man, you hear me?

Major Distribution lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

[Drake:]

No, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no

Major distribution, man, my label on my dick, for real

Fuckin' with your friend and she ain't tell you, y'all ain't shit, for real

I've been out here crushin' on success, now she my bitch, for real

You say I'm persuasive, girl, but you can't spell that shit, for real

Hmm, hmm, in this mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin

Paid in full, I'm Mekhi Phifer

Know you're tired, we just did dinner for three hours

Lyin' to me all night

Buyin' Benz Benzes out of spite

Paid a hundred, ran up somethin' light

Simple price to keep 'em out my life

Booby Trap, we need a business office

Magic City need a business office

Twenty-nine, I keep a business office

I'm in love with Houston, Dallas, Austin

Tell your guys to hold off on the team

Changed, seem like they may need money for coffins

Cuban girl, a fan of ground coffee

Text me on the signal, don't call me

Hmm, hmm, major distribution, labels call me

Bad Bunny numbers, it's a robbery

Five-hundred million, just for Aubrey

Hmm, hmm, yeah, major distribution how I pop it

Mention me to be the hottest topic

Same place you singin', bitch, you shoppin'

Okay, go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, okay

[21 Savage:]

Nigga tried to play this shit light, play it cool, play me like I'm sweet

Fuckin' on an opp nigga bitch, say she miss the golds in my teeth

4L shit, know we steppin', y'all should get to funeral preparin'

SF90, this is not McLaren, make an IG model run my errands

He gon' miss and we gon' spin his parents, stayed in Houston long as Steve Francis

Shoot his feet, got him doin' dances, wiggin' niggas like I played at Kansas

Ever seen somebody get shot? Lot of shit I seen before the top

I ain't tryna wrestle like The Rock, fuck the trish, I'd rather sip the wock

Lot of things I do to stay alive, everythin' except for call the cops

Savage still let his gun pop, FOX 5 gang, get you knocked

Major distribution, labels callin', Harry Styles numbers, it's a robbery

My niggas go in-Zayn to catch a body, we was face to face, you could've shot me

[Drake:]

Okay, go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, go stupid

Go stupid, okay

On BS lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

Yeah, woah, woah, woah

I had to cut some niggas off, they didn't mean me no good

I come from the ghetto, so my trunk is in my hood

She wouldn't wear no panties 'round me even if she could

Gave out plenty spankings 'til they got it understood

Fuck the nosebleeds, baby, come sit on this wood

If you know it's tension, don't come 'round me like it's good

I got street smarts and you can't get this out no book

I can't right my wrongs, but I can still write these hooks

Oh, time to get exposed

You ain't been from 'round here, nigga, come get off your show

Savage said you pussy and he hit it on the nose

But that board is open, why you actin' like it's closed?

I don't know

Y'all be goin' in and out recessions

The same way that I be goin' in and out of Texas

Or in and out my sessions, or in and out her best friends

Or in and out these courtrooms, my lawyer like, "Objection"

Yeah, woah, woah

All my bitches Spanish, boricua

Water on my neck, these diamonds came with coral reefer

She from overseas, I had to buy her a new visa

Met your wife in Vegas, but I hit her in Ibiza

She a supermodel, so she only eatin' Caesar

Used to date a rapper, but he acted like a diva

Niggas hustlin' backwards, out here ballin' with the reup

Popped an Adderall, I feel like I can lift a tree up

Seen too many cameras, so I never lift my ski up (Yeah)

I jump on your song and make you sound like you the feature

I jump on your song and make a label think they need ya, for real (Yeah)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit, we on all the bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay, okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Yeah)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

All the bullshit

Damn, maybe I should do a twenty, maybe I should break that twenty, do a ten

Maybe I should break that ten, do a five, then if it gets live, do a five again

If he held his tongue on that live, he'd be alive again, damn

My uncle's sister know she raised a real one, ill one

It's been thirty minutes, I don't feel nothin'

Oh shit, wait a minute, think I'm startin' to feel somethin'

Where you get this motherfuckin' pill from?

Heard they got some sanctions on my name

Heard they plottin' on my name, heard they bankin' on my name

I got Lita in this bitch and he might spank it on a lane

I'm just— what? In the cut, throwin' Franklins on her frame

I'm a— ayy, I'm a gentleman, I'm generous

I blow a half a million on you hoes, I'm a feminist

I never put no prices on no beef until we end this shit

I pay a half a million for his soul, he my nemesis

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit, we on all the bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay, okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Yeah)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

All the bullshit

Nah, I'm on, it's midnight, I don't care

Nothing's happening on a Wednesday, I don't care, I'm on

I'm looking for the smoke

This guy sitting front row, man, poof, who needs that?

Let me put my window down, I need fresh air

We don't want that, we want bars

The reason why we listen to 21 and The Boy

That's what we do in Paris, we don't do Fashion Week

Fashion Week, it's for the last decade, it's not for us

It's about the lights, the lights that we put on in the city

The lights of the Eiffel Tower

I'm in charge of it, I'm the one who's putting it on every day

And you try to flex next, next to me on the red light with your ugly, whatever, flexing, most expensive car, V12

I drive a four-cylinder, I come from nothing but I'm doing something, and you cannot catch my drive

As fast as you try to go, you will never catch me, man

There is only one way, and this way I'm driving, nobody can do it

I'm Birdman, that's who I am

In Paris

Brrt, brrt

BackOutsideBoyz lyrics - Drake

BackOutsideBoyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I'm ready to die (Die)

Cuttin' the traction, bendin' the corner, bet I make shit glide (Shh)

Tried to bring the drama to me, he ain't know how we cha-cha slide (Yeah)

I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibes (Yeah, yeah, hm, hm, hm)

Breakin' a Brink's truck, my right wrist Van Cleef (Cleef)

I spent days in the East tryna figure if I'm geeked ('Kay)

This bitch tweakin', talked too much while I was geeked, blew my peep (Brr)

Fuckin' rap niggas' hoes, I'm on the street, this shit sweet (Hey)

I went half a million on rosé, did four million on my ice (Hey, hey)

Couple million on my cars, I went Tyson, I'm too nice (Hey, hey)

Nigga stopped me on the street, wanted to talk, so he asked my price (Yeah, hey, 'kay)

The number was high as me, I ain't gon' lie (Yeah, okay)

I was fuckin' with this lil' woe, I think she bi (Bi)

Tweakin', the 6 God is comin' back (Brr)

BackOutsideBoyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I'm ready to die (Okay)

Cuttin' the traction, bendin' the corner, bet I make shit glide (Hm)

Tried to bring the drama to me, he ain't know how we cha-cha slide (Hm, slide)

I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride (Brr, brr)

Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibes (Hm, hm, uh, hm, hm, let's go)

I don't know nothin' 'bout no crime or no news

I'm an owl, but I'll never tell you who (Who)

Wagon when she walk, she get on planes, it take up two (Go)

My member just got out, he still on papers, still'll shoot (Shoot)

Shoot, ayy (Shoot it up)

Still'll shoot (Shoot up, brrt, shit)

Love on me, stay down just like a root (Just like a root)

She a ten tryna rap, it's good on mute, yeah (It's good on mute, shh)

It's financial, girl, I got the loot, ayy, yeah (I got the loot)

For the bands, lil' bae, what you gon' do? Yeah (Oh, what you do?)

Tropicana, that shit there the juice, yeah (Juice)

I'm the president, some Secret Service shit, we down to dump (Brrt)

Yeah, who the president? I never voted once, ayy, yeah

If I did, I would vote Teanna Trump, ayy, yeah (Hm, go)

If you play with me, I'm backin' out that one (Backin' out that one)

I treat mil' tickets like a hundred racks (Let's go)

Tweakin', the 6 God is comin' back (Damn, damn, okay)

BackOutsideBoyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I'm ready to die (Die)

Cuttin' the traction, bendin' the corner, bet I make shit glide (Shh)

Tried to bring the drama to me, he ain't know how we cha-cha slide (Yeah)

I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibes (Yeah, yeah, hm, hm, hm)

Privileged Rappers lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

[Drake:]

Woah, woah, yeah

Look at me dead in my eyes, I know that you know that a nigga ain't lyin'

Too much respect, all of my shawty BDs, they know not to try it

Too much respect, I used to hand out CDs before they would buy it

Woah, she love me so much, it seem like she biased

Niggas don't know how I live, but that's 'cause they live at the Hyatt, ayy

4L step team steppin' on shit 'til it's quiet

He brought me the money sealed up, I still had to count it, I cannot just eye it

Woah, woah, woah

Yeah, let's have sex in the bank, tell 'em to open the safe

I hate a privileged rapper who don't even know what it take

The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that's 'cause the necklace a Frank (Purr)

Woah, woah, woah

Yeah, let's have sex in the 9 (Let's do it)

Breakin' and bendin' her spine (Let's do it, let's do it)

I hate a privileged rapper that ain't had a hit since he signed (Let's do it)

Niggas be full of excuses, act like they takin' they time (For real, for real)

[21 Savage:]

Woah, woah, woah

Look at me dead in my eyes, you see all the times that I had to go slide (21)

Too many sticks, we go to war with whoever, ain't never been biased (Pussy)

Too many sticks, how was they your opps and none of 'em died? (Pussy)

Hol' up (21), hol' up (21), hol' up (21)

Why you pull up at one in the morning and sit on the edge of the bed? (For what?)

Textin' emojis, tongue out, eggplant, must've went over her head (21)

Catch him outside of the studio (Pussy), make him repeat what he said (Pussy, pussy)

Yeah, yeah, let's have sex in the car (On God)

The Maybach came with a bar (21)

I'm wipin' my dick with her bra (21, pew, pew, pew)

Sniped his ass, he got hit in the head from far (Pussy)

Opps gets undivided attention, I give them my all (On God)

How you come over to the spot when you know it's your time of the month? (How?)

Make a diss and see how fast you go from the booth to a blunt (Pussy)

She say she hungry, I gave her dick for brunch (On God)

Send me my whole fee, I don't do backends and fronts (21)

[Drake:]

No, no, no

Let's have sex in the bank, tell 'em to open the safe

I hate a privileged rapper who don't even know what it take

The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that's 'cause the necklace a Frank (Purr)

Woah, woah, woah

Yeah, let's have sex in the 9 (Let's do it)

Breakin' and bendin' her spine (Let's do it, let's do it)

I hate a privileged rapper that ain't had a hit since he signed (Let's do it)

Niggas be full of excuses, act like they takin' they time (For real, for real)

Spin Bout U lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

[21 Savage:]

You gotta motherfuckin' feel this shit, boy

(BanBwoi)

Woah

I got feelings for you

Hope you ain't lovin' the crew

How many bodies you got?

Pray it ain't more than a few

Know that you dealt with some lames

When you was young and in school

He had to pop your cherry

But I got it wet like a pool

She got a new G-Wag'

She wanna hit Highlight Room and show it off

Got a new body, girl, show it off

This a Brazilian, I know it's soft

Toned up and she got a six-pack

Look like she used to play volleyball

American Express, you can have it all

Code to the safe, you can have it all

Fuck your main page, what's your Finsta? I wanna know the real you

You started dancin' to pay your tuition, girl, I wanna know what you been through

You want a boutique or you wanna sell hair, just let me know what you into

If you out in public and he want your number, just tell him, "My nigga'll spin you"

[Drake:]

The way you make me feel these days

Somethin' gettin' dropped for you, baby girl

Smoke a nigga top for you, baby girl

Burn somebody block for you

The way you make me feel these days

Comin' out my body for you, baby girl

Wipe him like he snotty for you, baby girl

Comin' out my body for you

Damn, just turned on the news and seen that men who never got pussy in school

Are makin' laws about what women can do

I gotta protect ya, I'm a made man, tied in, all the way, baby

So I gotta respect ya

Niggas put hands on you in the past, insecure because your body is pressure

Four words when I think about them is crusty, musty, dusty, rusty

Eight words when I think about us is fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me

Disrespect ya and I'll smack 'em

The texts that you send in captions

The videos we got ever leak, we goin' viral or goin' platinum

Don't worry 'bout your friend's story when I had her alone

She gon' try and put some extras on it, take you out of your zone

You know how it goes when they can't get a reservation up in Carbone

They gon' tell you it's a chill night, tell you how they'd rather stay home, yeah

Jealous-ass hoes, yeah

And I know what I said 'bout bein' in Vogue

But just like that R&B group from the '90s

Girl, one call, I'll get you in Vogue

One call, you in runway shows

One call, I'm sittin' front row

One wrong call from your ex nigga sayin' dumb shit'll get him sent home

One call and my niggas ten toes

Down to go wherever I say go

Even if we gotta travel 'cross the globe

Down to take you to the end of the road, for real

The way you make me feel these days

Somethin' gettin' dropped for you, baby girl

Smoke a nigga top for you, baby girl

Burn somebody block for you

The way you make me feel these days

Comin' out my body for you, baby girl

Wipe him like he snotty for you, baby girl

Comin' out my body for you

Want ya, I want-want ya

Oh, your lovin' so deep (Feelin' so deep)

Want ya, I want-want ya

Give me your lovin' (Feelin' so deep)

Hours In Silence lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

Leave your phone, come to mine

You'll catch a hand in due time

I think, think that I

Could fuck the idea of him outta your mind

You said he rap, he ain't signed, that ain't a good sign

Change your mind, good conversation and some rosé wine

Honest, there's some other things you gotta mind

You mind me, ayy, ayy

The smoke got me talkin' in Dutch

A pill in Ibiza, so what?

She leanin' on me, I'm her crutch

She creamin' on me, I'm her crush

Her photos don't need a retouch

She askin' why haven't I nut

I didn't know we in a rush

Enjoyin' the moment, so hush

My album was payin' her bills

I don't even need a deluxe

Her stomach is flat as fuck

She still fit that shit in her gut somehow

The fat musta went in her butt somehow

I don't even ask her what's up

She sayin' that shit is natural

Don't care if she makin' it up

I never put you in no Uber, girl

I'm always gon' send you a truck

I'm always gon' keep it a buck

You give me that shit and I'm stuck

.30 on my waist

'Cause a lotta broke niggas 'round the way ridin' 'round town

And they lookin' for my face

Gotta pray to God above you, girl, you know that Savage love you

And I hope that you feel the same

Tryna be the one for you, but my nickname true

And I hope that I can change

Girl, you know that Savage love you, girl, you know that Savage love you

Gotta turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up

Turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up

Turn my bitch up, turn my bitch up

Turn my bitch up, turn my—

Know I gotta turn my bitch up, turn my bih, T-T

Turn my bih, T-T, turn my bih

Gotta turn my bitch up, turn my— (Ayy)

I gotta stop goin' Van Cleef, condo, third week

I like it, but I'm too geeked, tryna turn you up

I gotta stop goin' Lenci', Rollie, first week

You're misreadin' me, I'm too geeked, tryna turn you up

You were lost until me

I didn't get no finder's fee

You're actin' like a bride-to-be

Behind closed doors, slimin' me

Friends are all advisin' me

Sayin' I could die tryna turn you up

There's three sides to this story, girl

The one you subtweet

The one your group chat gets to read

The one you come and tell to me

I understand it finally

I'm tryin' to give you highs and you're plannin' our goodbyes

But I turn you up

It's my fault

Burnin' cash like it's lit on fire

Penthouse and some new attire

I fulfilled all of your desires

You don't work, but you act retired

'Cause you know that you're mine and it's my fault

It's my fault, it's my fault, for once I take accountability

It's my fault that you got superpowers on your knees

It's my fault for once, don't keep you grounded on your feet

It's my fault for once, I drain accounts to make you love me

It's my fault for once, it's one-sided loyalty

My fault for once, I'm payin' lawyer fees

Doin' things just to set you free, see you breathe

It's my fault for once, I got the Wagon, G

Got you ridin' 'round with niggas that are nothin' like me

It's my fault for once, that's how you make it seem

It's my fault, it's my fault

You were lost until me

You were lost until me, mm-mm, mhm-mm

You were lost until me

My confidence is super low

Baby M, you know I got a heart of gold

You pawned that shit and hit the road, baby

For goodness sakes, at this rate

Your funeral is finna have like ten caskets on display

One for you, the other nine for everything you're takin' to the grave

You don't play, you don't, you don't, you

You don't play no games

There's three things I learned from love for free

Only thing really worth chasing is a dream

People don't know you play your roles on screen

Messy, started gettin' trendy, gotta keep it clean

You know I keep it clean

Clean as I can

All weapons formed against me gotta jam

Brought you 'round the dawgs, treat you like the fam'

Shoulda been a wham, bam, thank you ma'am

Know you got my confidence on sale

Case you wanna feel better 'bout yourself

You were lost until me

You were lost until me

Treacherous Twins lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

Yeah, uh

Yeah

You my treacherous lil' twin, and you know that we locked in

And I love you like my kin, it's whatever for you

I go up and down that road, I go anywhere you go

When you tell me life is good, I want better for you (Yeah)

You my twin

You my twin, you my treacherous lil' twin

You my twin, you my treacherous lil' twin

You my twin, you my treacherous lil' twin

Yeah, fuck what they say say

Fuck what they— (Uh, yeah) Fuck what they— (Uh, yeah)

Fuck what they say

Five hundred million out the face, feel like KayKay

And I know the city that we from not a safe place

But I know you ridin' with your twin 'til we fade away

We used to have nothin' to our names, still had great days

Always kept me umbrellaed up when the rain came

You tell me you want somethin', I'ma tell you, "Same, same"

Now when we come through inside this bitch they gotta make way

Twistin' up my fingers for my twin

You was always on go for the drama, dawg

I would toe tag somebody for your mama, dawg

And they block disappeared, that's some karma, dawg

You say you a dawg, then ruff, nigga, I'm a dawg

When I need a friend, you my best friend

When I need a friend, you my only friend (Yeah)

You my twin

You my twin, you my treacherous lil' twin

You my twin, you my treacherous lil' twin

You my twin (What?)

When I need a friend, you my only friend (Mhm)

Who can I depend on like you? No one (What?)

In the bed, she get wicked, with her parents she be wholesome (Woah)

I don't show ID at clubs, 'cause they know that I'm 21 (Woah, 21)

Who would do the things we do for each other? Nigga, no one (Woah)

Would you die for me?

Would you go at niggas necks like a tie for me?

Do the time for a crime you didn't do for me?

Or do a crime at a time when it was loose for me?

I wanna tell you how I feel when I'm loaded (Oh)

I would lay somethin' down for you

I would clear a whole town for you

Spray the whole hundred round for you

Twistin' all my fingers for my dawg

You my treacherous lil' twin, and you know that we locked in

And I love you like my kin, it's whatever for you

I go up and down that road, I go anywhere you go

When you tell me life is good, I want better for you (Yeah)

You my twin

You my twin, you my treacherous lil' twin

You my twin, you my treacherous lil' twin

You my twin, you my treacherous lil' twin

Circo Loco lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

One more—

[Drake:]

I been blowing through the money like it grow on trees

I been fucking on a French bitch, c'est la vie

I just put 'em on a jet, now they all Italian

Way I'm dressing 'til I been to a thousand islands

This bitch lie 'bout getting shots, but she still a stallion

She don't even get the joke, but she still smiling

Every night late night like I'm Jimmy Fallon

Crod' shoot from anywhere like he Ray Allen

Crodie, turn me up

Crodie, turn me up

Crodie, turn me up

Got a fur on in Tampa, got me burning up

Shorty say she graduated, she ain't learn enough

Play your album, track one, 'kay, I heard enough

Girl, the driver downstairs, better hurry up

Savage got a new stick he wanna dirty up

Touch down in NY, tear the Mercer up

Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints

Introduce me to a nigga, yeah, it make sense

Gotta put her on the team, got a grey Benz

Linking with the opps, bitch, I did that shit for J Prince

Bitch, I did it for the mob ties

Feel like seventeen, two Percs, frog eyes

And I never been the one to go apologize

Me, I'd rather hit 'em up one more time

Ayy, known a girl for six months, dinner up at my place

But I got these diamonds on my neck, so it's a blind date

All my niggas on the roads raising up the crime rate

Your name not ringing out here, it's on vibrate

And she took a score, now shorty gotta hydrate

And he did some dirt, now my crodie gotta migrate

Prolly won't see him for some years, when I do, though

Turn me up

Crodie, turn me up

Crodie, turn me up

Ayy, Crodie, turn me

Ayy, yeah, what? Crodie, turn me

[21 Savage:]

(21) In a droptop Benz like it's '03

(21) Had the shooters aim down from the nosebleeds

(21) Gotta get this passport, keep my nose clean

Bitch tried to burn me up

Keep a Magnum tucked (Yeah)

I'll never slip (Never)

SF90 rims red like a poker chip (Pussy)

Rich as hell, still hood, in the stroker's ville (Pussy)

Pink slip in the glove for the ownership (21)

Limping with the .30 on like a broke hip (21)

Red flag giving blood on some donor shit (On God)

All the opps get a bullet on some Oprah shit

Went from Angel Town estates to a big estate

Prolly woulda had a zombie on me if I woulda stayed (21)

Still a caught a case if I woulda stayed (Facts)

I been thugging all my life, that's just how I play it (Facts)

Still posted in the A where niggas feel me

Still gotta see the Gunners win Premier League (21)

Still gotta keep a gun that's always near me

And I'm down to hit 'em up

[Drake:]

One more time

Hit my line, you know that head was great

Oh, yeah, alright, don't do romancing

One more time, you gotta run the face

Oh, yeah, alright

One more time

One more—

One more—

One more time

Pussy & Millions lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage (feat. Travis Scott)

I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches?

Posted up with the militia

Niggas ain't switchin', mind on missions

Mind on pussy and millions, mind on pussy and millions

I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up

They say more money, more problems (Will)

Bring on the problems (Will)

Bring on the problems (Will)

Bring on the motherfuckin' problems

They say more money, more problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the motherfuckin' problems, ayy

Braided up and my two weeks up

Hit 'em then I get amnesia

Life ain't gettin' any easier

Flocka, Flockasita

I know that I'm not in love, she don't love me either

It's just hard to find the love, this shit keep on gettin' deeper

Who said it's cheaper to keep her?

I'd rather release her

Body ain't give her the wave like a feature

You know the procedure

Niggas is praying to God so we stay with the sweeper

I'm reppin' 4L with my twinny, so treacherous introduce y'all to the leader

Come to me with all the smoke

I like the money, for sure

But I love the hustle the most

She pretty, she show off her toes

And my Pateks, they came with a pole

Know this money bring envy and jealousy

I'm like, "Fuck it, I want me some more"

Hit her from the back, she bent up

Playin' with the money, get spent up

Chains on my neck, no Kente

You the type of girl I pay rent for

Suck it in the car, that's what the tint for

Bought me a plane, not a sprinter

Quarter-million dollars on her dental

She say I'm a stepper, but gentle

I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches?

Posted up with the militia

Niggas ain't switchin', mind on missions

Mind on pussy and millions, mind on pussy and millions

I'm tryna call a sex symbol to eat my kids up

They say more money, more problems (Will)

Bring on the problems (Will)

Bring on the problems (Will)

Bring on the motherfuckin' problems

They say more money, more problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the motherfuckin'

Only signin' the gang

We the new Lucian Grainge

Bring on the rings (Yeah)

Her MJ thing, I'm talkin' a Brady thing

I'm off of the juice, never could cycle the mix

Rockin' the braids, not the twists

Full puff, he can't comb

Not actin' like Christians in here

But Christian Dior in they homes, the bigger we get

Gotta thank God for this, I got a lot that I give

I be handin' out gifts like the Christmas on twenty-fifth

Out in the twenties inside of the twenty and

Said I would buy the jet 'fore I could 'fford this shit

Now I got the jet, building the landing strip

In the back of the crib, I record the hits

In the front of the crib they valet the whips

(How many whips I need? Let's go)

Breakin', breakin' the records, more money, more problems

They come with the status

Runnin' through customs when you run the atlas

I got accustomed, accustomed the fastest

I'm talkin' 'bout fabrics, I'm talkin' 'bout mattress

I never sleep, though I sleep with a baddie

I'm movin' deep 'cause that's just how it's happenin' (Ooh)

If you come out, just be ready for action (La Flame)

Just needed some time

I settled my time, now they see the signs

You didn't leave me solo, right here, all alone

You held it down for me, right on my own (Ooh)

Young nigga get it, just try to get home

I got a rolodex all on my phone and it's still wrong

I been out, late night creepin', should I slide on bitches?

Posted outside with militia

Niggas ain't switchin', mind on mission

Mind on pussy and billions, mind on pussy and billions

You know I got a sex symbol, that eat my kids, uh

They say more money, more problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the motherfuckin' problems

They say more money, more problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the problems

Bring on the motherfuckin'—

Broke Boys lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

Yeah, ayy

Hop in that bitch and I start the V

Snakes in the grass so they harder to see

My brother would give up his life to the O

He told me he gon' be a martyr for me

Said that she ready to come to the 6ix

I hit up Pauleen, the charter, the P

Ain't really lead but I'm back in (Back in), I'm back in (Back in), I'm back in (Back in)

I'm ridin' around in Atlanta with Sav

'Cause that nigga been goin' harder than me

Nothin' had changed, I'm just harder to please

Ferrari is makin' an SUV

We ain't got a choice, we orderin' these

Shout out Noel for recordin' the V's

He know where this shit 'bout to go, 'cause nobody touchin' the flow

They say you alone at the top, but it's gotta be lonely below

You boys gettin' ready to diss, but don't even mention the O

And don't even mention a foe unless you boys tryna go broke

Woah, I got more stripes than Adidas

(Yeah, I got the stripes, but fuck Adidas, nigga)

I don't chase bitches, I leave 'em

(Hoes screamin' like I'm Justin Bieber, nigga)

I don't get mad, I get even

(Hit you niggas like a buzzer beater, nigga)

I don't get mad, I get even

(Hit you niggas then you gone)

Woah, all that foundation she wearing, she think she QC

Tellin' all my sneaky links you with me

You must be Coach K 'cause you ain't P

I'm on a Jet like my last name Li

Two sticks in my hand like I'm playin' the Wii

G Block Babies will spank you for free

We rough niggas up, now they beggin' for peace (G Block Babies)

Steppin' on shit, I done fractured my toe

Born in October, I'm so OVO

Halloween come and he want to dress up but he don't need no costume, I'm turnin' him ghost

She called me mucus, I stay in her throat

Stick hit that boy, got his ass hittin' notes

My niggas wear masks so—

You know where this shit 'bout to go, 'cause nobody touchin' the flow

They say you alone at the top, but it's gotta be lonely below

You boys gettin' ready to diss, but don't even mention the O

And don't even mention a foe unless you boys tryna go broke

Ah damn, man, you niggas is the worst

Savage snatch you out ya crib, then drop you in a hearse

Baby, please, when we nervous, stop reachin' in your purse

Nigga went and bought a house when he coulda bought a verse

Niggas dumb as fuck, imagine if I did that stupid shit when I was comin' up

My crib feel like a hedge fund, I be in here just thumbin' up

Know I'm SN1, 'til I'm done fuckin' London up

Niggas make me nauseous, I had enough of broke boys

I can't talk to broke boys, yeah, I can't talk to broke boys

I can't talk to broke boys, I can't talk to broke boys, wait, yeah

I can't talk to broke boys, I can't talk to broke boys, wait

All you niggas make me sick

All you niggas rappin' 'bout the bricks and the licks

Then I hear in real life you livin' with your bitch

I can't talk to broke boys, I can't talk to broke boys

I can't talk to broke boys

I don't want no convo I don't got no time for

Niggas postin' mansion, livin' in a condo

Y'all be make believin', I can't not relate to you

I can't talk to broke boys, I can't talk to broke boys

I cannot believe y'all was dissin' on the old boy

I can't even think on how you came up with that flow, boy

Please talk to someone else 'cause I can't talk to broke boy

I can't talk to broke boy, I can't talk to broke boys, I can't talk to broke boys

I can't talk to broke boys, nah, nah, I can't talk to broke boys, I can't talk to—

That nigga's crazy

Middle Of The Ocean lyrics - Drake

[Drake:]

Yeah

I'm in the Missoni room at the Byblos

The boat was rockin' too much on some Aaliyah shit

For real

We goin' from the Vava to Cinq on Cinq, then back to the Vava

If you know, you know, baby, I don't, I don't know what to tell you

Yeah

Ayy

Look

Long way from sentimental

Meet Thomazzo and Ernesto

Short rigatoni with the pesto

These verses are my manifesto

Hallways got an echo

Me and Smigs on the loose in the city, you know how the rest go

Casual sex, I'm like, "Fuck a dress code"

The first martini is an espresso

Chill shot glasses with prosecco

Niggas so ignorant in our hood, they be like, "Why the fuck you makin' techno?"

I'm worldwide and this is just another cargo jet flow, I had to let go

Life insurance policies, you niggas 'bout to need the gecko

I got some meaner threats, though

Me, Spider-Man, and Leonardo, I'm back tomorrow

I had the chopper to a wedding out in Monaco or Monte Carlo

I'm losin' track of where we all go

I wouldn't trade my life for none of y'alls, it's an embargo

Fifty-nine bags on the 767, this is heavy cargo

Yeah

Fifty-nine bags on the—, ayy

Swedish jail cell smellin' like some Carby Musk

For your birthday, your boyfriend got a party bus

Bottle signs, club lines, should've come with us

We left that shit in '09 when we was comin' up

I mean, these just my suggestions of course

I'm ridin' here fresh off divorce

And I'm tryna look in her eyes, maybe express my remorse

If she want a rebound with me, I'm down to go get her some boards

I'm here for the moral support

Whippin' the Vespa off of six tequilas

Big Benjamins like the Pittsburgh Steelers

Drake, you got it

Robert Kraft sent the jet for us, that shit was patriotic

You would think we live in Baltimore, the way they ravin' 'bout the latest product

Teachin' niggas how to mind they business, and my latest stuff

Might be the only teacher that gets paid enough

That's why I'm in Hyde Park buyin' like half of Harrods

You niggas are too concerned with makin' sure y'all outfits gon' match in Paris

If we don't like you, you payin' tax and tariffs

Come to the 6 and I'm like the actin' sheriff, deputy

First got to America, niggas wouldn't check for me

No chance the kid'll make it here like vasectomy

They underestimated my trajectory

But now they gotta pay that shit direct to me

I send the label bills, bills, bills like the other two women standing next to Bey, that shit was just—

Independent women is lovin' the new appearance

Matter of time before I go net a Bey like a Paris

Like, "Honey, you gotta know that I never wore Mike Amiris or never hopped in a Urus"

I got my head in the clouds, I'm serious

The lyrics begin to reveal themselves over time periods

Promise you'll get that shit when the sky clears

This shit designed for divine ears

My favorite two words from you white boys is, "Sign here"

And then comes the sound of glass clinkin' from a wine cheers

Swear I'm pocket checkin' y'all for five years

And then we 'bout to kick this shit in high gear

Eight karats like vegetarians, nigga, the earrings are droopy

Contract Lord of the Rings, think it's a script for the movie

Shout out TVGUCCI, my cousin is spooky

I swear you don't even mean what y'all say like y'all dubbin' a movie

Sidebar, Serena, your husband a groupie

He claim we don't got a problem but

No, boo, it is like you comin' for sushi

We might pop up on 'em at will like Suzuki

Kawasaki, sushi, saké, the money grow on trees like shiitake

They tried to get spicy with me, so I wonder how they gon' stop me

I'm really on a roll like hamachi

The fuck would y'all really do without me?

For your birthday, your man got a table at Hibachi

Last time I ate there, Wayne was doin' numbers off the cup like Yahtzee

And Paris Hilton was steady duckin' the paparazzi

Quavo might've sent me a song that he called "Versace"

I really can't remember it properly

All I know is that God got me, I'm sittin' on large properties

Treat me like a newborn, Lucian not droppin' me

I'm goin' Pink Floyd, you niggas cannot rock with me

She could be givin' me head and somehow you not toppin' me

Niggas see the 6ix God pass, they high-fivin' me

Need to be high-sixin' me

Swear niggas highkey sick of me

They wifey on my head 'cause I vibe differently

Feel like an AMBER Alert the way that I can take her to the mall and she find Tiffany

I'm like a cup holder the way that these dimes stick to me

They should've been in the fountain based on what y'all wishin' me

[Birdman:]

Know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah

Million-dollar spot (Brr, brr)

That's how motherfuckers in CMB play it

Middle of the ocean (Blatt)

Just like that (Shine, shine)

All dark fresh green water

Land that thing

With 'bout a hundred hoes

We up and we livin' like that, boy

Fresh fly fish like, you understand me, like, real G shit

You hear me? A neighborhood superstar

It's bigger than anything

You know, we start from the bottom, then we come to the top

Get to the top and we stay up there

You hear me? (Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball)

We look down and we'll be down, but we stayin' up

And we rise up, we stay on 'em, you heard me? (Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball)

Big Florida water, big water ocean

On that type of time

You understand me?

Rich nigga, rich life, you understand me?

Come from the bottom, but we come from the bottom (Rich life)

But we understand the bottom 'cause we come from it

And we live with it (You understand?)

Go to our grave 'bout this here, boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Jumbotron Shit Poppin lyrics - Drake

(Wake up, F1LTHY)

Yeah

We ain't even out in Turks, she finna take sand

Ridin' 'round with F&N, we like to hold hands

(Oogie Mane he killed it) But with two-sip thot, he ain't leave the bed

Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red

If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon' moped it

My dawg, he don't smoke on shit, unless it's unleaded

I don't back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it

See me when you see me, if it's smoke, dawg, you're unleashy

Thick Moroccan bitch, this my fav', I'ma go on and beat it

Lookin' in the mirror, kiss my face, I'm too conceited

Send a girl home, call another, dawg, I'm too slime

She ain't wanna eat it on her first day, it's haram

I don't fuck with drugs, poppin' X for the first time

That shit kicked in, like a two-time world champ

Booted up, that shit hit up and down, like a skate-ramp

She vapin' in my room, that shit lit up like a glow-lamp

Who want smoke? Okay, cool, let's they whole camp

Big shit popper, we the ones to get your shirt damp

Niggas try to take a nigga spot, now it's too cramped

Up, 8AM, geekin' hard, I'm a real vamp

These niggas got me fucked up, dawg, I'm too amped

Mmm-mmm, make this bitch lick me like a mail stamp

Mmm-mmm, strapped up, fuck it, I'ma die lit

Too slime, posted at the crib in a snake pit

Every time I tell you how I feel, I don't fake shit

Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr

Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, okay

Everybody got a stick, we don't run fades

We ain't even out in Turks, she finna take sand

Ridin' 'round with F&N, we like to hold hands

(Oogie Mane he killed it) But with two-sip thot, he ain't leave the bed

Damn, they dipped a pint of TEC in a Code Red

If I tell this bitch to pull up, she gon' moped it

My dawg, he don't smoke on shit, unless it's unleaded

I don't back and forth over no net, so just go on and dead it

See me when you see me, if it's smoke, dawg, you're unleashy

More M's lyrics - Drake & 21 Savage

[21 Savage:]

(Metro)

Metro in this bitch goin' brazy

Strike like a match, knock him out his hat

Knife to a gun fight, this ain't none of that

Had to cut her off, she got too attached

I ain't wastin' time that I'm never gettin' back

Takin' less L's, makin' more M's

Put her Skims on, now she actin' like she Kim

Take it to the paint, take it to the rim

You look good on camera, baby, let's go make a film

Big diamonds, Big Puns, VS1's

Long guns, home runs, I'm the don

I can hang in the trenches with no one

Plenty switches with extensions, it's no fun

Givin' out spankings

Ridin' with lil'— 'cause he shoot without thinkin'

Baptize a nigga, send him home in a blanket

Upgrade a bitch and put some diamonds in her anklet

Better not get no throw up on my seat, I know you drinkin'

You ain't fuck no rapper, you a dinosaur, you ancient

I like fried rice, you better cook like you an Asian

Wrote a lot of verses, but I never wrote no statement

I been in them rooms, I never did no contemplatin'

This bitch wanna argue, I ain't doin' no debatin'

Seen her with her nigga, waved my hand, I'm like, "Hey, friend,"

Lookin' at the Shade Room, that shit be entertainin'

Tryna turn an opp into a motherfuckin' painting

Wells Fargo where I'm banking, nigga

Heard your album sales tankin', nigga

My bros down the road shank you, nigga

Strike like a match, knock him out his hat

Knife to a gun fight, this ain't none of that

Had to cut her off, she got too attached

I ain't wastin' time that I'm never gettin' back

Takin' less L's, makin' more M's

Put her Skims on, now she actin' like she Kim

Take it to the paint, take it to the rim

You look good on camera, baby, let's go make a film

[Drake:]

6 God lurkin'

Come up off that bag for the boy that keep working

Dissin' on his album and it flopped, he deserved it

Come up out that booth and bring that energy in person

Got so many hits, it wouldn't be fair to do no verses

I could really go five hours in the stadium

What happened to that nigga claiming OVO? We traded him

Thought I was a popstar, I'm Slaughter Gang, I baited 'em

Walk around like Prince 'cause I got a lot of lady friends

Used to be in 'Sauga out at Sega City Playdium

Skatin' through this album like a Montreal Canadien

Way that I ran shit, you'd think I was Iranian

Niggas see my deal, look at they deal and now they hate the kid

Fuck, let me kick it basic

Niggas ain't got love for the boy, so they fake it

Crack a couple jokes to some bitches on some snake shit

But if I send a verse to they ass, then they'll take it

Shoot a video, arm around me like we aces

Or pop out at my shows, jump around with me on stages

Probably why these hoes love to shower me with praises

Might've fucked a rapper, girl, but you ain't fucked Drake yet

Yeah

[21 Savage:]

Metro in this bitch goin' brazy

Strike like a match, knock him out his hat

Knife to a gun fight, this ain't none of that

Had to cut her off, she got too attached

I ain't wastin' time that I'm never gettin' back

Takin' less L's, makin' more M's

Put her Skims on, now she actin' like she Kim

Take it to the paint, take it to the rim

You look good on camera, baby, let's go make a film

(Metro)

Metro in this bitch goin' brazy

3AM On Glenwood lyrics - 21 Savage

Woah, I get rid of all the smoke like Ozium

Shorty got that real jelly, yeah, petroleum

Niggas actin' like my kids and they be older than him

Can't believe they killed Skinny, I really growed up with him

I'ma leave a lot of niggas covered in roses for him

Spray the witness, I ain't leavin' no Jehovah for them

Won a Grammy and I couldn't even show it to him

Put my face inside a line up, niggas know that I'm him

Anybody speakin' on my brothers got stepped on

Pull up from the three like Stephen

And the coupe bald-headed like the other Stephon

Put my kids in private school so they could get they prep on

Think my heart made out of Teflon

What? What? Think my heart bulletproof

You ain't got a mask, I can show you what a hoodie do

Pull the string tight 'til your eyelids covered too

I think they on the left, roll the window, hit the lights, boom

Everybody wish they switched sides when we comin' through

Everybody wish they was inside when we comin' through

I pray that you ain't on the other side when we comin' through

PTSD and I mean it

Nigga, Johnny got killed and I seen it

I can't fight with these demons

Top shotta, nigga, I got gunfire for these demons

Hope you know you gotta stand on all that shit you been tweetin'

Took some real niggas from me, I could kill the whole world and I still won't be even

I be thinkin' 'bout my brothers while I'm shoppin' in Neiman's

Real gangster, when I'm gone, carve my name in the cement

Watch these hoes when you rich, they play games with the semen

Trials and tribulations, I face them

Prosecutors probably wanna case him

See my opps, I jump out and chase them

I ain't Charleston White, nigga, I'll never Mace them

Love for all my artists, nigga, I'll never Mase them

Shit, that's probably why they hate him

Tryna get my brother out of jail, I'm like, "Hey, Kim"

Cut from a different cloth, he never let it break him

Look at my advance, it make me wonder, would I make them?

But I own my masters, so I can't do shit but thank them

Video visits, he be smilin' on FaceTime

Passionate, I'm talkin' with my hands, these ain't gang signs

You don't know Larry, Tayman, or CJ, you ain't one of mine

Braids on my neck, nigga, I ain't got no hang time

Nigga, I ain't got no kick-it for you

I don't wanna make friends

I don't wanna make amends

I'm chasin' M's

Yeah, facts

21

I Guess It's Fuck Me lyrics - Drake

You said fuck me, and I was like, "Cool"

So now what's the problem?

Don't go hiding again

Tired of asking where you been

You left so abruptly

I guess it's fuck me

Tell me, what did I do wrong?

Tell me, what did I do wrong?

Tell me, what did I do wrong?

Tell me, what did I do wrong?

Before it's over

I need you to come over once again

And before you give me closure

Need you to come a little bit closer

Still steppin' like Omega Psi Phi for mine

If bein' real was a crime, I'd be doin' life

Like that nigga not nice, I don't know polite

I'm the first ever antisocial socialite

The pain that I seen in my mother's eyes in 2009

Have me workin' 'til it's 2049

And get hate when I tell you, "Oh, some other time"

Like I really got some other time

You just tell me, "Never mind"

Know I sound crazy to a lazy mind

Know it'll be a different kind

Shout out to the people workin' nine to five

I be workin' nine to nine

And the six upside down, it's a nine

You already know the vibe

And they leave 'cause of pride, but they comin' back every time

The devils that I recognize, most of them got pretty eyes

Titties and some plans of just gettin' by, that's the way they live or die

Easy to judge, but, girl, who am I?

Truth or dare, I'ma take a double dare

Truth is a suicide

I would rather live a lie, keep you on the outside

Introduce you to the guys

Have you throwin' up the south side like you're one of mine

But you're not one of mine

You belong to everybody else when you're bored in your free time

Shit could make a thug cry, play it like a tough guy

Couldn't even land in the Hamptons, they didn't have the stairs for the shit I fly

Swear it's like a metaphor, I can't even get down from the shit I climb

Can't even get down from the shit I climb

Yeah, girl, you're my size

Make me tell you one time

We was on the front line, shit was in my bloodline

Waitin' for the sunshine

But the sun never shines on me, on me

Sleepin' in the whip sometimes, girl, I was sleepin' upright

Henny, red cup life, broski kept it tucked tight

Niggas talkin' bad shit about what they gon' do to mine

Aw, now their tongues tied

We was smokin', watched the sun climb

I would trap until my thumbs cried

Tryna change it all in one line

Never seen a thug cry

Love, it's been a long time

Bet you never seen a thug cry

Hit me on my hotline

And no, ma, I'm not fine at all

Don't go hiding again

Tired of asking where you been

You left so abruptly

I guess it's fuck me

Tell me, what did I do wrong?

Tell me, what did I do wrong?

Tell me, what did I do wrong?

Tell me, what did I do wrong?

Before it's over

I need you to come over once again

And before you give me closure

Need you to come a little bit closer

soundtrack: Spiral: From the Book of Saw Soundtrack (2021)

 

• Spiral (from "The Book Of Saw" soundtrack)
• You Ain't Hard
• Down Bad
• Emergency

Spiral lyrics - 21 Savage

(from "The Book Of Saw" soundtrack)

Everything I do, I be ten steps ahead (Ten)

My youngin got them bodies, he still piss in the bed (Spend)

Keep the code of silence, don't repeat what I said (21)

Keep all the baloney, I just came for the bread (On God)

My hood known for wildin' and I don't promote the violence

I done been through all the trials and tribulations, now I'm smilin' (21)

Say he wanted smoke, we at the table doin' the plottin'

We gon' slide, wet your shit up, make it home 'fore you hear a siren (Big facts)

I'ma let 'em spin like a spiral (Straight up)

I don't got no love for no rival (Straight up)

Put him on the news, he went viral (Pussy)

I took a number two with my rifle (Pussy)

Every car I'm in, I got the title (On God)

Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker (Big facts)

I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper (21)

I hit all the vibes on the low 'cause I'm a sniper (21)

He don't want no problems and it's obvious

Call me Saw 'cause I laugh when I body shit (On God)

We play hot potato with the opps, we be droppin' shit (21)

Givin' out free smoke 'cause we got a lot of it (21)

Tryna feed the fam, I was trappin' in the cold (21)

Dropped a mixtape, turned around, I was on the road (On God)

You can't give me no amount of money for my soul (21)

He wasn't really no robber, he got killed 'cause it wasn't his role (Facts)

MAC-90 pokin' out my Goyard (Goyard)

Diamondback pokin' out my Louis V (LV)

Nigga, fuck your Glock, we shoot big chops (Big sticks)

Seven-six, .308 and .223s (21, 21)

I'ma let 'em spin like a spiral (21)

I don't got no love for no rival (Pussy)

Put him on the news, he went viral (Pussy)

I took a number two with my rifle (21, 21)

Every car I'm in, I got the title (Straight up)

Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker (Straight up)

I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper (Straight up)

I hit all the vibes on the low 'cause I'm a sniper (Straight up)

I make sure the beef get Swiss cheese (21)

I'm from 20-East where they killin' thieves (Big facts)

Stones got my ears feelin' like Christmas Eve (Big facts)

Before you bend over, baby, get on your knees (Big facts)

Drive by, jump out, then we tie-dye (21, 21)

Say a nigga touched me, that's a lie, lie (Big cap)

She fried, she fucked the gang, we call her Five Guys (Five Guys)

I'm so high, I almost thought I skydived (Skydived)

I'ma let 'em spin like a spiral (Straight up)

I don't got no love for no rival (Straight up)

Put him on the news, he went viral (Pussy)

I took a number two with my rifle (Pussy)

Every car I'm in, I got the title (On God)

Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker (Big facts)

I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper (21)

I hit all the vibes on the low 'cause I'm a sniper (21)

You Ain't Hard lyrics - Young Nudy

(from "Spiral: From the Book of Saw Soundtrack" soundtrack)

Yeah

Can you forgive me for my sins? (Yeah)

I shot a lot of niggas, not pretend (Not pretend)

I don't fake niggas, I don't need friends (I don't need friends)

I shoot a pussy nigga at the fuckin' end (At the fuckin' end)

End of the gun lyin' a bitch nigga (It's a bitch nigga)

At the end of that trigger is a rich nigga (Yeah, I'm up now)

Don't show no love, got a cold heart (Got that cold heart)

Shoot you in your face, I show you you ain't hard (You ain't hard, nigga)

I heard a lotta niggas say that they up, huh? (They up)

You know Slimeball, he don't give a fuck, yeah (Know Slimeball, he don't give a fuck)

I be up in my fuckin' own lane (I be up in my own lane)

You come up in my lane, I put you in the dummy lane (Dummy lane)

Crash dummy (Yeah, uh-huh)

Crash niggas, uh

I got young niggas that pull up, they'll smash, nigga (Smash)

You got ten thousand to your name, that ain't no money, nigga (That ain't no money, nigga)

I put two thousand on your head, my shooters comin', nigga (My shooters comin', nigga)

They love money, nigga, youngin love dumpin', nigga (Uh-huh)

That young nigga, they got that high fever (High fever)

Got that fever on this side, better believe, bruh (Better believe, bruh)

Got that gun on his side, he gon' squeeze, bruh (He gon' squeeze, bruh)

How a nigga duck and hide when he see us (When he see us, pussies, uh-huh)

They don't wanna be bruh (Nah)

When it come to money, man, I know that they don't see us (They don't wanna see us)

We gettin' to money, dawg, these niggas don't wanna be broke (They don't wanna be broke)

They don't wanna be broke (Uh-uh)

Y'all niggas better believe, bruh (Better believe, bruh)

Them niggas killin' shit, yeah, over here, nigga (Over here, nigga)

East Atlanta, you know we don't have no fear, nigga (The six)

Nothin' but rich niggas 'round here, we'll get your ass killed, nigga (Yeah)

Uh-huh (Shh, uh-huh)

Can you forgive me for my sins? (Yeah)

I shot a lot of niggas, not pretend (Not pretend)

I don't fake niggas, I don't need friends (I don't need friends)

I shoot a pussy nigga at the fuckin' end (Pussy)

End of the gun lyin' a bitch nigga (It's a bitch nigga)

At the end of that trigger is a rich nigga (Yeah, I'm up now)

Don't show no love, got a cold heart (Got that cold heart)

Shoot you in your face, I show you you ain't hard (You ain't hard)

We don't do that fake rap shit, real trap shit (Yeah)

We don't do that fake beef shit, we make shit happen (We make shit happen)

Niggas gettin' really wrapped up, no rap shit (No rap shit)

'Round here, you better tote the gun, nigga, clap shit (Nigga, clap shit)

Young nigga seventeen, Glock 19 (Young nigga)

And it got a red beam and he got that red bandana 'round his head

Murder always on his mind

And he bangin' two guns, murder all the time (Murder)

Smoke somethin' (Smoke somethin')

Young nigga, roll up (Young nigga, roll up)

On the block where they post up (Block where they post up)

J out here geekin', doin' a hold-up, uh-huh (Doin' a hold-up, hold-up)

Tell your bitch to hold up (Hold up)

I'm gettin' some money right now, bitch, I don't wanna fuck (I don't wanna fuck)

Catch me later on that Perc', I be geeked up (Geekin')

Out my mind, yeah, bitch, I'ma beat you up, (Beat you up, yeah)

Bring a freak to the spot, you can eat her up (You can eat her up), uh-huh

Hoes do what you do when you tell 'em to 'cause you're up

Ooh, that what's up (That's what's up)

Found out when I got that money when I got up (I got up)

Can you forgive me for my sins? (Yeah)

I shot a lot of niggas, not pretend (Yeah)

I don't fake niggas, I don't need friends (I don't need friends)

I shoot a pussy nigga at the fuckin' end (Pussy)

End of the gun lyin' a bitch nigga (It's a bitch nigga)

At the end of that trigger is a rich nigga (I'm up now)

Don't show no love, got a cold heart (Got that cold heart)

Shoot you in your face, I show you you ain't hard (You ain't hard)

Haha

Knock that clip in with the bread

Down Bad lyrics - Real Recognize Rio, 21 Lil Harold & SG Tip (feat. Millie Go Lightly)

(from "Spiral: From the Book of Saw Soundtrack" soundtrack)

[Millie Go Lightly:]

Ooh

I've been out of my head for a couple minutes, for a couple miles

Made the hair stand up on my neck

On a knife edge, comin' at me for my crimes

Got a mind that can leave you locked inside

I've been out of my cage

Tryna figure out ways I can make you pay, but still

I got pain, it never feels enough

I wanna live on the dark side of your love

'Cause you got me down bad, down bad, your deep desire

Carve my name on your soul, then I walk through the fire

Your voice so clear, like you say my name

You got me runnin' for my life like this shit was a game

Got me down bad, down bad to feel your touch

You put my body through pain and I confuse it with love

Your voice so clear, like you say my name

You got me runnin' for my life like this shit was a game

[Real Recognize Rio:]

Ayy, still ridin' with this Glock on me, got a body on it, add another one (Another one)

Don't run from niggas, I hop out and I wet shit up like a water gun (A water gun)

My opps know I got big nuts, I fuck around, drop another one (Another one)

Leave the opp block with my chain on, nigga know I came to slaughter somethin'

Wanna gamble with your life, nigga, go'n roll the dice, better not crap out (Yeah)

Word on the street, Triple ridin' with them same guns, all black out (All black out)

Nigga thought he caught me slippin' 'til them pistols got to rippin', thought he had me mapped out

Fuck around and catch him on the backstreet, I'ma smash on him then smash out (Skrrt)

Treat a nigga like a golf course, I'ma fuck around, put a hole in him (Bah)

One thing 'bout Big Triple, I ain't never ever feared no nigga (At all)

Really startin' to think I'm paralyzed 'cause I don't really feel no nigga (Nah)

'Fore you play with me, you better strategize, Triple play the game cutthroat, nigga (Yeah)

[Millie Go Lightly:]

'Cause you got me down bad, down bad to feel your touch

You put my body through pain and I confuse it with love

Your voice so clear, like you say my name

You got me runnin' for my life like this shit was a game

[SG Tip:]

I'ma let you pick your poison (Yeah)

Slaughter Gang and PDE them deadly forces (4L)

I could never cuff a bitch, I love havin' choices (One, two, three)

I make all my hoes swallow, I don't give endorsements (Ugh, ugh)

With this stick, I do 'em down bad (Huh?), where the damn cash? (Huh?)

Strip a nigga broad day, I don't even need a mask (Bitch)

Treat this shit like Jigsaw, I torture him, then I kill his ass

Niggas like to pig out with the cops, I'ma butch' his ass

Nigga play crazy, get hit with the stick (Grrah, grrah)

I'ma let him meet a slug if he jump or flinch (Don't move, pussy)

She thought it was love, but it wasn't shit (Huh, goofy)

I'm so Slaughter Gang, I can't cuff a bitch (Groupie)

[Millie Go Lightly (21 Lil Harold):]

'Cause you got me down bad, down bad to feel your touch

You put my body through pain and I confuse it with love

Your voice so clear, like you say my name

You got me runnin' for my life like this shit was a game (Yeah, 21)

[21 Lil Harold:]

I'm a bad guy (Bad guy)

Try me, nigga, we gon' pull them MACs out (Pull them MACs out)

Hundred-round drum, nigga, I'm mad now (Nigga, I'm mad now)

Ask 'bout H-Dog, he ain't gon' back down (He ain't gon' back down)

You just a sad clown (You a sad nigga)

Jigsaw keep a saw and I keep weapon (It's a knife)

But if I hit him with the Drac', it gon' be deadly (It ain't nice)

I caught him down bad, took his necklace (Took his shit)

I know you heard about the 6, yeah, we steppin' (Big steppers)

Ain't no switch sides (21, 21)

Them opp-ass niggas just be dickridin' (21, 21)

Shoot his ass in the face, now he crosseyed (Baow, baow)

But that's what happen when you get caught down bad, though (What? What?)

Never catch me goin' out sad, ho (21)

[Millie Go Lightly:]

'Cause you got me down bad, down bad to feel your touch

You put my body through pain and I confuse it with love

Your voice so clear, like you say my name

You got me runnin' for my life like this shit was a game

How many times? How many times? It's true

Go up and down paintin' pictures up with you

Don't make me stay here in a nightmare

Can't play a game if there's no dice there

I've been out of my cage

Tryna figure out ways I can make you pay, but still

I got pain, it never feels enough

I wanna live on the dark side of your love

You got me down bad, down bad, your deep desire

Carve my name on your soul, then I walk through the fire

Your voice so clear, like you say my name

You got me runnin' for my life like this shit was a game

Emergency lyrics - 21 Savage (feat. Gunna & Young Thug)

(from "Spiral: From the Book of Saw Soundtrack" soundtrack)

(Taurus)

(Run that back, Turbo)

[Gunna:]

911 Porsche, it's emergency (Ooh)

Kick in the door, it's a burglary (Ooh)

Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (Ooh)

Twenty-five racks for a surgery (Ooh)

I know you just actin' tough

When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (Ooh)

I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust

'Cause these niggas ain't for me (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

I'm in the ring and my back 'gainst the ropes

I'm a young king and I'm keepin' 'em woke

Jumped off the porch, went and got what I want

Smokin' Biscotti, it smell like a skunk

Take care my mama and brother and nephews

Now what the fuck else is you payin' for?

I sat on the block, but didn't go to school of the hard knocks

And wasn't none of this planned for

I bought her the big body Jaguar

We pull up with sticks like a task force

It's two-twenty MP the dashboard

GunWunna, young Wunna a bad boy

Own business, I got me a company key

Go get it, I get it, ain't workin' for free

You wan' see that show, gotta pay you a fee

She want a big Birkin, the big Bentley B (Big Bentley B)

I'm servin' this cash (Yeah)

Come with it, we kill him, ain't no sympathy

Dig up the grass (Yeah)

Then bury his body, don't nobody speak

911 Porsche, it's emergency (Ooh)

Kick in the door, it's a burglary (Ooh)

Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (Ooh)

Twenty-five racks for a surgery (Ooh)

I know you just actin' tough

When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (Ooh)

I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust

'Cause these niggas ain't for me

[21 Savage:]

I'm sippin' on purple, no Bape (21)

I put them racks on a plate (I did)

Say you want smoke, we gon' come where you stay

Take my gun everywhere, I'm from the A

We call her thottie, you callin' her bae

Every nigga try it, we slid on tape

Nigga playin' tough, got hit with the Drac'

Rich and paranoid, in the hills with a K

Nip it in the bud, I check that (21)

Your bitch in the vert, in my lap where her neck at

Pull up in your hood, we'll stretch that (Straight up)

Your lil' nigga starvin', send him a care pack

First-time owner, no CARFAX (Big facts)

We got the same kinda guns like Star Trek

Don't need no keys to start that (Pussy)

So many hoes in this car, man, park that

[Gunna {Young Thug}:]

911 Porsche, it's emergency (Ooh)

Kick in the door, it's a burglary (Ooh)

Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (Ooh)

Twenty-five racks for a surgery (Ooh)

I know you just actin' tough

When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (Ooh)

I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust {Yeah, yeah}

'Cause these niggas ain't for me

[Young Thug:]

I call the play with the stick (Call the play)

And my lil' ho got a kick (Blatt)

She spent a night at the spot (Fuck)

Then I had fed her some grits (Let's go)

I had her sucking on cock (Yeah)

I made her think that she rich, yeah (Rich)

I gave a bitch lockjaws (Lock)

I'm a real gangsta, no glitch (Facts)

I just had hopped in a Mercury (Slatt)

Then we had pulled up like four deep (SEX)

Bitch told me she was just pregnant

I told the bitch she can't have it, no extortin' me (Ha)

I had to pick out my carats myself and they yellow, the bitch like a bumblebee (Bee)

I put the dope on the jet and I fly to Seattle to meet me a Portuguese (Turn up)

[Gunna:]

911 Porsche, it's emergency (Ooh)

Kick in the door, it's a burglary (Ooh)

Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (Ooh)

Twenty-five racks for a surgery (Ooh)

I know you just actin' tough

When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (Ooh)

I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust

'Cause these niggas ain't for me

[Young Thug:]

I call the play with the stick (Call the play)

And my lil' ho got a kick (Blatt)

I call the play with the stick (Call the play)

And my lil' ho got a kick (Blatt)

I call the play with the stick (Call the play)

And my lil' ho got a kick (Blatt)

I call the play with the stick (Call the play)

And my lil' ho got a kick (Blatt)

SAVAGE MODE II (CHOPPED NOT SLOPPED) (2020) - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin

• Purple Savage Mode II Intro (ChopNotSlop Remix)
• Many Men (ChopNotSlop Remix)
• Runnin (ChopNotSlop Remix)
• My Dawg (ChopNotSlop Remix)
• Snitches & Rats (ChopNotSlop Remix)
• Glock In My Lap (ChopNotSlop Remix)
• Slidin (ChopNotSlop Remix)
• Brand New Draco (ChopNotSlop Remix)
• No Opp Left Behind (ChopNotSlop Remix)
• Steppin On Niggas (ChopNotSlop Remix)
• Mr. Right Now (ChopNotSlop Remix)
• Rich Nigga Shit (ChopNotSlop Remix)
• RIP Luv (ChopNotSlop Remix)
• Said N Done (ChopNotSlop Remix) 

Purple Savage Mode II Intro (ChopNotSlop Remix) lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin

[OG Ron C:]

Yeah

Lil' niggas better shut the fuck up

Bout to ask yall for y'all motherfuckin opinions

Sit y'all ass down somewhere

Leave this shit up to the professionals

Chea

ChopStars

Y'all know who the best in the slow down game, mane

You know what this is

OG Ron C

DJ Slim K

Hold on, lemme let my homie holla at chu'

[Metro Boomin & 21 Savage:]

Yo, yo, yo

It's your boy Metro Boomin aka Young Metro 3 times

It's Savage Mode 2: Chopped Up Not Slopped Up

But my boy OG Ron C and DJ Slim K are the chopstars (I got small fries want my spot)

If it don't say chopstars on the front, you got slopped up not chopped up

Believe that (I got small fries want my spot)

You know how we rockin, we fuckin wit Texas the extra long way

[21 Savage & Young Thug:]

Metro

I got small fries want my spot, spot, spot (Ayy)

Most these rappers cap, cap, cap, cap, cap (Metro, ayy)

Most these rappers cap, cap, cap, cap, cap (Metro)

I got small fries want my spot, spot, spot (Ayy)

Most these rappers cap, cap, cap, cap, cap (Metro, ayy, ayy)

Metro

I got small fries want my spot, spot, spot (Ayy)

Want my spot, spot, spot (Metro)

Want my spot, spot, spot

Most these rappers cap, cap, cap, cap, cap

I got small fries want my spot, spot

Many Men (ChopNotSlop Remix) lyrics - 21 Savage & Metro Boomin

I kept it silent 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)

I kept it silent 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)

I kept it silent 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, get smoke when the bros die (Straight up)

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

Don't call my phone 'til some ho die

New Maybach, I don't need no key

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

My attention span too, too short

Don't wait for pussy, you teasin' me

Bad, bad lil' vibe, she pleasin' me

Spend a whole M, yeah, easily

I get the cash, 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, say you want smoke, don't pick us (21)

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

Count a, count a lot 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

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

I got vibes eatin' Addys off ass and titties

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

I got vibes eatin' Addys off ass and titties

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)

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

I got real model bitches tryna R&B me

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

I got real model bitches tryna R&, R&

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

I got real model bitches tryna R&B me

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

Won't go back and forth on the internet

Won't go back and forth on the internet

Won'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)

Bad girl, 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 New York (I do)

She in the heels on the coke (She is)

I pull it out of my pants (I did)

She put it right in her throat (She did)

I got your bitch in New York (I do)

She in the heels on the coke (She is)

I pull it out of my pants (I did)

She put it right in her throat (She did)

I got your bitch in New York (I do)

She in the heels on the coke (She is)

I pull it out of my pants (I did)

She put it right in her, 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 M's, 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, many men wish death upon—

Many men, 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

Chopped up and not slopped up

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