text: Southside, Southside on the, Southside on the, hey
  Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
  Young Savage, why you trappin so hard?
  Why these niggas cappin so hard?
  Why you got a 12 car garage?
  Why you pullin all these rappers cards?
  Cause these niggas pussy and Im hard
  I turn that fuckin soft into some hard
  I grew up in the streets without no heart
  Im prayin to my Glock and my carbon
  I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
  21 Savage the cat with the MAC
  21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood
  But I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
  Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
  Pockets full of cheese, bitch, I got racks
  Im a real street nigga, bitch
  I am not one of these niggas bangin on wax
  Pussy niggas love sneak dissin
  Til I pull up on em, slap em out with the fire
  Wet your mamas house, wet your grandmas house
  Keep shootin until somebody die
  So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar
  Thought it was Fourth of July
  You was with your friends playin Nintendo
  I was playin round with that fire
  Seventh grade, I got caught with a pistol
  Sent me to Panthersville
  Eighth grade, started playin football
  Then I was like fuck the field
  Ninth grade, I was knocking niggas out
  Nigga like Holyfield
  Fast forward, nigga, 2016
  And Im screamin fuck a deal
  Bad bitch with me, she so thick
  I dont even need a pill
  I listened to your raps, thought you was hard
  You aint even street for real
  Niggas love sneak dissin on Twitter
  They dont want beef for real
  And all these niggas play like they tough
  Til a nigga get killed
  Til a nigga get spilled, til your blood get spilled
  Ima at your favorite rapper, shoot him like Im John Dill
  I been with you since day one
  Savage, I aint even hatin
  So whats up with all that Instagram shit?
  Savage, I was just playin
  Yall pussy niggas fakin
  Bitch, I hang around them Haitians
  Pull up on you, tie your kids up
  Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
  Come on, man, Savage, you know I always play your mixtape
  Yeah, nigga, fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes
  Young Savage, why you trappin so hard?
  Why these niggas cappin so hard?
  Why you got a 12 car garage?
  Why you pullin all these rappers cards?
  Cause these niggas pussy and Im hard
  I turn that fuckin soft into some hard
  I grew up in the streets without no heart
  Im prayin to my Glock and my carbon
  So much dope that it broke the scale
  They say crack kills, nigga, my crack sells
  My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin a bale
  Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
  Chain swangin, diamonds blangin, hold up
  Pistol swangin, gang bangin, hold up
  Niggas actin like groupies, they dont know us
  Little do they know, they bitches fuckin on the tour bus
  Young Savage, why you trappin so hard?
  Why these niggas cappin so hard?
  Why you got a 12 car garage?
  Why you pullin all these rappers cards?
  Cause these niggas pussy and Im hard
  I turn that fuckin soft into some hard
  I grew up in the streets without no heart
  I grew up in the streets without no heart
  So much dope that it broke the scale
  They say crack kills, nigga, my crack sells
  My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin a bale
  Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt