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Yeah, huh, ya, ya Ya, ya, ya, ya Ya, ya, ya Snitches and rats, snitches and rats Snitches and rats, they all get whacked He told on his brother , his brother told back They say that they twins, we call them Siamese rats Snitches and rats , snitches and rats We snatchin your jewelry and takin your pack Snitches and rats , snitches and rats We cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat You talk on the internet, we talk in the street Kel-Tec .223, like D-Wade, I love my heat Glock 19 in the booth, its on the seat Black Air Force 1s in the field, thеm my cleats Caught a rap nigga down bad Now his ass in a body bag Sound real tough when you makin thеm songs Where the fuck is your bodies at? Say you want smoke with that Big 4L Where the fuck is your partments at? Been stepped on them, they aint talkin bout shit Them niggas a welcome mat Shawty was speakin them facts Shawty aint talkin to rats Niggas know Nudy my twin Playin with cuz, a nigga get whacked You aint gon slide, you a ho, dawg Spinned a nigga block, then we rode off Young COUPE tryna up the score, dawg Chevy was busy, so I took 4 God Snitches and rats, snitches and rats Snitches and rats, they all get whacked He told on his brother , his brother told back They say that they twins, we call them Siamese rats Snitches and rats , snitches and rats We snatchin your jewelry and takin your pack Snitches and rats , snitches and rats We cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat Black and white gon tell it, and you snitchin, pussy, I dont smell it Real convicted felon, strapped up, loaded, shit, this lethal weapon Bless you pussy niggas with this weapon, send you straight to heaven Man, I pray to God you pussy niggas dont test me, Im gon bless you Hope you niggas retaliate, dont tell them peoples or your mama Niggas like to dry snitch when shit get real, wanna go tell they mama Got to keep this shit twenty-one hundred, dont 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 I spent that money, blue cheese All these rap niggas gon follow the cheese Trade ones with my brudda, the other shit, you know we bust em I dont fuckin trust ya, if you aint Metro, we gon bust ya Snitches and rats, snitches and rats Snitches and rats, they all get whacked He told on his brother , his brother told back They say that they twins, we call them Siamese rats Snitches and rats , snitches and rats We snatchin your jewelry and takin your pack Snitches and rats , snitches and rats We cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat Roll the window down, squeeze Fuck it, spin again while they grieve 7.6, .223s Who copped deuces? Please

Yeah lil bitch, yeah Know what goin on lil bitch, yeah Big dawg lil bitch Yeah come suck a big dick, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, ah, ah Ow, wow, wow, wow Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah Hellcat speed racin Suck it til your knees achin Bitch, I aint got no patience Im finna take a baecation Saint Laurent jacket, thirty-five dawg Cartier shades, twenty-five dawg You ready to tell, I can see it in your eyes dawg I aint got no license, but I still drive, dawg Two hundred on the dash, real fast, yeah Project bitch, real ass, yeah On that Glenwood I made a lot of cash, yeah At the bottom, up in Hollow sellin bags, yeah You niggas got me fucked up, you got me twisted I pull it out the boxers and then she lick it Im smoking on some moonrock, this shit is sticky There go the state troopers, Im finna hit it Do the dash in it , throw some cash in it Let me smash in it , Ill smash in it Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it Bitch Im bad business , bitch Im bad business Bitch Im bad business , bitch Im bad business Bitch Im bad business , bitch Im bad business Bitch Im bad business , bitch Im bad business Niggas talk Hoes talk Thirty on the Glock, let the poles talk Party on the yacht, brought the hoes out All my niggas on the yacht yall so not Im in the Hellcat doin donuts Your baby mama sleepin on the blow-up Mad Max, nigga what the bloodclaat Four-five leave you with a blood clot Savage round killers nigga, oh shit Percocets and lean, thats my dosage I heard you got them bags, get your door kicked Four four two with the floor shift Do the dash in it , throw some cash in it Let me smash in it , Ill smash in it Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it Bitch Im bad business , bitch Im bad business Bitch Im bad business , bitch Im bad business Bitch Im bad business , bitch Im bad business Bitch Im bad business , bitch Im bad business Alright

Talkin diamonds on my fingers We the Best Music! You can hear my diamonds talkin You can, you can You can hear my diamonds talkin You can, you can You can hear my diamonds talkin You can, you can You can see my diamonds talkin You can, you can, you can see DJ Khaled! I got Patek on my arms I got Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I had to ice out my arms I done iced out my charms Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for Piguet Boardin a jet with a quart on my neck Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts I shoulda played for the Mets OG two-tone my Patek Makin these bitches obsessed Makin these niggas grip TECs Flex on my ex Like my boy Khaled say, know we the best She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex Dinosaur drank, I done found a T-Rex Unleashin the beast and I beat on my chest Ah, uh, step on the peds Patek on my flesh Lambo wings, fly out the nest We do not settle for less Im in the ghost with no head Im thankin the Lord cause Im blessed And some of my niggas, they dead Pockets on Gotti, we pull the street in big body Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki We make the profit and cop it, as soon as they drop it Money fallin out of my pocket I got Patek on my arms I got Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I had to ice out my arms I done iced out my charms I had to ice out my arms I had to ice out my arms Niggas gone ice out they arms I put some ice on my arms I got Patek on my arms I got Patek on my arms I had to ice out my arms I done iced out my charms Ice, ice, woah, woah I put VVS in my Patek, who want static? Nigga dont touch my watch, its gon be tragic Keep that bratchet on Tennis chains and tennis bracelets Nigga like I play at Wimbledon Gang gang, bitch, yall niggas actin feminine Gang gang, bitch, we gon pull up on your Sprinter and Ice on my neck and on my arm, its drippin Saint Laurent sweater, lil bitch this aint no Coogi Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee Patek drippin, Hublot drippin And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 Audemars bust down cost 150 Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up I got keys, I got keys like Khaled My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress Lil bitch I got Patek on my arms I got Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I had to ice out my arms I done iced out my charms I had to ice out my arms I had to ice out my arms Niggas gone ice out they arms I put some ice on my arms I got Patek on my arms I got Patek on my arms I had to ice out my arms I done iced out my charms Yeah, yeah The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist With a super bad bitch eatin right at Phillipe Know she fuckin with a winner Jewelry lookin like a slushie fresh up out the blender Maybe I hit her, maybe I didnt Even if I did, I dont remember Been a player since the very beginning Stones in my charm, never my denim, no Chain flooded like the levee broke, huh, incredible Rappin, it was either that or sellin dope, shit, let the dice roll Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh? Drippin, let you know I gotta go I catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed Im talkin upstream on a paddle boat Okay one car, two shoes You in hot water like a pack of noodles Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah Brand new Richard Mille and its tourbillion Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron I got Patek on my arms I got Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I put Patek on my arms I had to ice out my arms I done iced out my charms I had to ice out my arms I had to ice out my arms Niggas gone ice out they arms I put some ice on my arms I got Patek on my arms I got Patek on my arms I had to ice out my arms I done iced out my charms I got Patek on my arms I got Patek on my arms I had to ice out my arms I done iced out my charms

We done did a lot around the law I done did so much, I wish I saw I been up and down that bitch before I been up and down that bitch before Had it in my heart and in my cards Had it in my diamond and my- Ratchet bitches want it, but shes not for me Thats the type to put me in my mood She know that Im mobbin, she come cool for me She know how to put me in my groove I know its a lot that you can learn from me Its just one thing that you gotta prove If you gotta walk, would you still ride for me? I might need an extra for the two Gotta keep my distance, they surroundin me I might need an extra for the two They might have to go and build a house for me I might need an extra for the Wе done did so much around the law Stay up to forget bout what I saw Powеrs keep increasin by the bar Shit dont make you sleepy after all Shoppin in my closet not the mall Openin my mouth, a disco ball I extend the marble on the wall I been into this, I need it all, all, all Water down her eyes, Niagara Falls Got too many numbers we could call Made too many ways for you to cross Now we lookin down and then we ball, ball, ball Ratchet bitches want it, but shes not for me Thats the type to put me in my mood She know that Im mobbin, she come cool for me She know how to put me in my groove I know its a lot that you can learn from me Its just one thing that you gotta prove If you gotta walk, would you still ride for me? I might need an extra for the two Gotta keep my distance, they surroundin me I might need an extra for the two They might have to go and build a house for me I might need an extra for the Crib same size as the Galleria Spanish model with me, call her Señorita I done fell in love with a hood girl She be puttin syrup in her margaritas Bought my college vibe a brand new Birkin On the weekend, she be twerkin Take a shower in the Maybach, it got curtains Leave your phone in your purse, you makin me nervous Saint Laurent Don fresher than detergent Got a crush on this waitress, ho, she serve me Porsche headlights on, Kermit the Frog Michael Vick, number seven, Im a dawg Ratchet bitches want it, but shes not for me Thats the type to put me in my mood She know that Im mobbin, she come cool for me She know how to put me in my groove I know its a lot that you can learn from me Its just one thing that you gotta prove If you gotta walk, would you still ride for me? I might need an extra for the two Gotta keep my distance, they surroundin me I might need an extra for the two They might have to go and build a house for me I might need an extra for the

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 Couldnt 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, Im King Smoke, so I got a drum on the stick Gang was in there, I cant 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 Wе got all the bottles and the hookah in thе VIP I might be a rapper, but its 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 Aint no cap in my rap, aint no flaw You could tell it when I rap, aint no cut, this shit raw Cut him off if he talkin to the law Im with Draco cause he quiet til he hit you in the jaw My lil niggas dont 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 dont talk, but you told, though Rattail hangin in the hood, boy, you bold bold We aint tryna hear bout all the bricks that you sold sold They dont 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-VVSs look like honey All my diamonds pissed on, ayy, Andre Drummond My playa wont even pull inside the partments cause they haunted My dawg couldve passed me the ball, but he punted Got my turn, did a onside kick, thats how Im 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 Aint no cap in my rap, aint no flaw You could tell it when I rap, aint no cut, this shit raw Cut him off if he talkin to the law Im 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 Aint no cap in my rap, aint no flaw You could tell it when I rap, aint no cut, this shit raw Cut him off if he talkin to the law Im 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

Yeah, yeah, dawg This shit real, dawg Niggas kill, dawg Keep the steel, dawg Or be a long-live dog Straight up Im hangin with killers, serial Still in the hood eatin cereal I pray to these streets like they biblical Jump off the rope, Rey Mysterio Two ounces stashed in my stereo You can get killed for subliminals Im a big dog, you a Cheerio I dont gotta talk loud, but you hear me though Catch him down bad in traffic Way before the deal, I was trappin Way before the deal, I was puttin that fire on niggas just to feed my family 21 gang, Im a bandit I aint have a father, he abandoned Me and mine, swear I went and picked up a lil bit of weed and a nine Partner damn near did a dime And he still got another nine Sent my boy 100 racks in the chain gang, nigga, cause money is time Lately, I been on my grind 25 hundred on wine 50 thousand on a suit, its a good investment Yeah, cause the deal worth dyin Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock He aint in the field, he a mascot, mascot Chasin this money, I cant stop, wont stop Chasin this money, I cant stop, wont stop Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock He aint in the field, he a mascot, mascot Chasin this money, I cant stop, wont stop Make more than a teacher, Ima drop out, drop out I got rich nigga problems Tryna put a 50 in my joggers Knew you was a rat when we was toddlers You was always the cop, I was the robber Born to be a leader, not follow Seventeen with a Monte Carlo Yall was in the house playin Mario I was sellin weed and went hollow Thats just how we was raised Before we came of age Yall niggas wanted some pets My niggas wanted some Ks I had to sell a lil weed to hit the flea market and buy some fake Yes Thats where I bought my first grill Thats where I bought my first Js Member when my mama was stressed Look at your son, now Im paid She aint really worry bout harm She worry bout jail cause she know I dont play She remember days, two-bedroom, Mini-14, and a SK I could leave today, she know that Ima take a nigga with me cause she know Im gon spray Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock He aint in the field, he a mascot, mascot Chasin this money, I cant stop, wont stop Chasin this money, I cant stop, wont stop Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock He aint in the field, he a mascot, mascot Chasin this money, I cant stop, wont stop Make more than a teacher, Ima drop out, drop out

I can tell these niggas scared the way they talk Gold pyrex, I put diamonds on my fork Pull up on your block, white chalk Chopper bullets skate, Tony Hawk Ima cut your fingers off if you shout Pop a perc, hit the cup, nigga pause Hundred round drum, round of applause Bitches know I got that bag, Santa Claus I drink lean and I pop Xans Slaughter Gang, we the Glock clan Poppin molly nigga, San-Tan Im back on that bullshit again I wanna fuck your best friend I just went a bought a brand new Benz Bitch I came from the bottom We was starving, we was robbing Mind your business, bitch Mind your business, bitch Mind your business, bitch Mind your business, bitch We aint with that friendly shit That friendly shit That friendly shit That friendly shit Catch em out back, roll the window down and smash Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass Five shooters in the back of the Uber nigga and they ready to shoot I tie my laces, I dip in that bag nigga and I take me a blue Im the Slaughter King nigga, I dont give a fuck about you You get you some money, you get you some fame, these bitches gon come out the blue Bullet holes in my body, paranoid Ima pop it If you snitchin Ima pop it, wrong move, Ima drop it .15 in my sock, trappin at the bus stop Came from a nickel rock, now I got a whole block Mind your business, bitch Mind your business, bitch Mind your business, bitch Mind your business, bitch We aint with that friendly shit That friendly shit That friendly shit That friendly shit Catch em out back, roll the window down and smash Another toe-tagged nigga laying in the grass

On me, I be mad high Narcotics on me, I be mad high Narcotics on me, I be mad high Narcotics on me, I be mad high Narcotics on me, I be mad high Narcotics on me, I be mad high Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly Savage sending hits like a wise guy Ima sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Why you drop that dirty in that Mountain Dew? Why you go and chop the brains off that coupe? So I can shoot a pussy nigga out the roof I feel like Bishop young nigga, I got the juice Im bout my check lil nigga like swoosh Yeah I rap but Im still chopping shit Pull up on your block and shit Extendos in them Glocks and shit 21, we poppin shit Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, cause Im sinning I spent two thousand at the dentist This a foreign lil nigga, not no hemi We drinking Actavis, aint drinkin on no Remy Narcotics on me, I be mad high Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly Savage sending hits like a wise guy Ima sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly Pull up on a back street, roll the window down Pull up on a back street, another nigga down That AK47 turn your smile into a frown Bitch Im from the street, I turn a seven to a pound I left my baby mama and I went and got a model You cant get no guala if you dont know how to swallow What the bombaclot, I feel like oscar cause Im a shotta You say you gettin money what you using as your product? I hit my first lick and I spent that shit on Prada Nigga sneak dissin, I got shots for all your partners Bitch Im from the six, I eat soul food, not Benihanas I keep that 223, I knock your head up out your Honda Narcotics on me, I be mad high Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly Savage sending hits like a wise guy Ima sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly If Young Metro dont trust you Im gon shoot you

The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred I got bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London Then I bought twenty chops for the hood Look, run down , tag em I give em twenty if he catch em .44 , blast him Hit em up, then Im dashin Im poppin , Im flashy The bitches love me cause Im catchy Bad bitch , sassy She got that fire like a dragon Look, big body, Wagon I remember I aint have it Twenty-one, Im a savage I got twenty-one in the carats Throwin bullets Throwin bullets like Im Madden Leave that nigga in a casket The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred I got bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London Then I bought twenty chops for the hood The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred I got bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London Then I bought twenty chops for the hood For all my niggas, for all my niggas, baow Bitch, blitz, Crips, fast, drop, rest the blocks We still steppin, we still stretch shit Whats on me? A FN, a FN, a F&N Took my bitch up out the Taurus, put her in a Benz That bitch there aint worth a quarter, I fuck with tens Right after she said, I couldnt, I fucked again Earrings on me look like boogers, bitch, Im worth some Ms 21, bang, do whatever for the gang Nudy gon pop out with that stick and I know that he wont say a name Buddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin for fame Aint no secret, big 4Ls, them fuckboys know what I claim Richard Mille, copped without a show-box Four-five, make you do the hold up Pop Smoke, gun smoke, same thang Im on the block slangin cold cuts Say you got a body, nigga, so what? Terrorize shit, we got a whole bunch None of my opps aint on nothin Broke ass bitches got one gun She get so wet and she slippery She screamin and yellin, Put dick in me Most of these jewelers is sick of me Savage spend money ridiculously I aint with all of the bickery They disappear, I know trickery He made a diss and it tickle me I dont let bullshit get to me Switches on the Glocks, rest in piss to all my opps We treat beef like albums, nigga, all that shit get dropped I aint got no brain, I spent your budget on my watch The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred I got bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London Then I bought twenty chops for the hood The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred I got bout a million worth in jewels Look, I made a quarter up in London Then I bought twenty chops for the hood

Ey, yao Nicky Jam Ozuna Post Malone Spanish Remix Trapstar Hago lo que quiera Compro lo que quiera porque soy un rockstar Voy pal avión privado En el Ferrari, en el tablero 180 Voy de camino a Suiza Pa lanzar mi propio Hublot a la venta Y voy llamando al Russo Porque quiero gastarme un millón en prenda Una Panamera, un F12 frente a casa Gucci, Ferragamo, compro todo plaza Rhino pa los corta, ratas que te cazan Miles de hipócrita que vienen y te abrazan Yeh, yeh, vivo la vida como un rey Kilos de música de Medellín a Monterrey Siempre cruzando todos los límites de la ley Mi movie siempre está en play, yey Vivo la vida como un rockstar Los que tiraron ya no existen, obvio no están Tengo brujas que con los palos te acuestan Con peine doble llenos que se manifiestan Dicen que el dinero el alma me consume Yo sigo celebrando en un jet por las nubes Nadie me las daba cuando abajo solo estuve Ahora la cuenta nunca declina, siempre sube Siempre sube, siempre sube, siempre Ive been fuckin hoes and poppin pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin like a Rasta Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta Tá bien, ustedes son los que más tienen Vamos pa los números y verán que son mis nenes Lo que yo me compro no es pa frontearle a ustedes Es pa yo llevarme a su mujer en la Mercedes Maybach, G Wagon, la llevo al privado 30 mil de altura, de camino a Colorado Le regalo un AP en oro rosado Me dice que le gusta en el avión si se lo hago Pregúntale a tu patrón que sabe lo que haremo En P.R. calentón, en R.D. reclamón y conectao en el Bronx, eh, eh Pregúntale a tu patrón que sabe lo que haremo En P.R. calentón, en R.D. reclamón y conectao en el Bronx, eh, eh Yo soy una estrella, toas las babys a mí me quieren, me reclaman 200 el Richard Miller, pero más cabrón que la casa está salda Yo no tengo enemigo, tampoco amigo, a to los trato por igual Que canto pa las babys no significa que no te la puedas buscar Ive been fuckin hoes and poppin pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin like a Rasta Fuckin with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star Rockstar Rockstar, feel just like a rock... Rockstar Rockstar Rockstar Feel just like a—

When its 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 didnt 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 aint no Scatpack And we carry big straps, I suggest you back back I just speak the truth, Im not with thе rap cap Cant wait til they free Turk, Mr. Push-Your-Shit-Back Rest in peacе 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 Id give this shit away to be with yall Standin with you, throwin gang signs, do it matter? When them bullets start flyin, have fun, scatter He aint 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, Im in rare form Savage ball like 97, 98 Jordan Step back, shoot you in your face like Im James Harden When its 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 didnt 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 Im the boogeyman, pussies cant spook me Got your BM on my line talkin bout, Scoop me You know I got a soft spot for the hoochies I dont 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 Ill 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 cant 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 dont need a cape I be lost sometimes, feelin like Im runnin in place When its 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 didnt 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 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

Got a darkskin girl, 5 8 with the brown eyes We been up and down, had a couple crashes but she still ride She go to school, got two jobs, drive the same Kia cause it still slide Work so hard on her off day, she be still tired I just wanna take away the pain I just wanna put you up on game I just wanna help you make you better, wish you wouldve never gave it to that lame Even if we do our own thang, the bond we got cant be explained Girl, Im just speakin for future reference , cause I understand feelings change Youre my little secret Thats how we should keep it We should never let it go, never let it show Youre my, youre my, oh yeah I dont care what these hoes think that they got goin on Ive been here day one, I know whats goin on You aint gotta try to tell me, like I know my place I never went too far, I always find my way, back to you Aint no way I could lose you Sometimes its just things in life just worth keepin Why we aint creepin? Im just your little secret Thats how we should keep it, yeah, babe Cause you know and I know Youre my little secret Thats how we should keep it We should never let it go, never let it show Youre my, youre my, oh yeah I hope you had a dream bout me Cause I had a dream bout you Hope you been thinking bout me Cause I been thinking bout you Girl, Im tryna make you my wife I done told the thots, Im through If you ever leave my side, Ima probably lose my cool We was in high school and your friends said that it wont work From the sixth grade to the ninth grade, she did my homework Put my pistol in your book bag, you aint even own a purse You done held me down from the jumpstart, you deserve a verse You my little secret Thats how we gon keep it Got done gamblin, feelin like Michael, now Im finna beat it Cause I like a couple pictures on Instagram that dont mean Im cheatin Cause Im hangin out with my dawgs late night that dont mean Im cheatin Oh-oh, oh, yeah-yeah, yeah Youre my little secret And thats how we should keep it We should never let it, never let it show Cause you know and I know Youre my little secret Thats how we should keep it We should never let it go, never let it show If you know, like I know We should never let it go

22 million dollars in cash left on the street The boy who picked up the cash? Went on a mission Its the most money Ive ever felt or touched Buddah, Huncho, go! Woo, woo, woo, woo I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out Woo, woo, woo, yes sir Woo , woo , yes sir I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out Woo, woo, woo, yes sir Woo , woo, woo, woo, yes sir Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr Yeah, whip it like I cant stand it Pull up, park and do damage Trap house to a mansion I put that on my granny Grandma, yeah Grandma Let me see that lighter Fire a nigga ass up, yerr Missed his head so I caught him in the ear I should face tattoo a hundred tears All these rappers wanna make disappear In the spotlight lookin like deers Specially when we pull up pressin Specially when we pull up flexin Specially when we pull up checkin 150 cash on a necklace Young nigga scrapin them extras Movin em blocks, no Tetris Wrap em a lot like Texas I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out Woo, woo, woo, yes sir Woo , woo , yes sir I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out Woo, woo, woo, yes sir Woo , woo, woo, woo, yes sir Lil mama fine as hell, but she actin saditty Im not Will Smith, but Im tryna get jiggy I can show you how to make a band like Diddy Get up out yo feelings fore this choppa make you dance like Shiggy 6 God just like Drizzy Shoot you in the back like Ricky Seats peanut butter like Jiffy Yall niggas rats like Mickey Thick women only, Im picky Yellow diamonds on me, they pissy Elliot the one did all my ice, but Im not talkin bout Missy Pick your side One man army, dont need no side Rolls-Royce truck Your bitch gettin down on her knees inside Yall gotta put shit together, cause your money short, nigga, like Yeezy slides The Bentley truck came with them, I aint even have to put no TVs inside I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out Woo, woo, woo, yes sir Woo , woo , yes sir I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out Woo, woo, woo, yes sir Woo , woo, woo, woo, yes sir Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr Yeah, hey! Only God I fear Its ten bricks in the Lear Draco came with a mirror To watch my back Heard he got whacked The bando back Cookin from scratch Heard you the man now You do the dirt with your hands, huh? Get it for a lil bit of change, feel like you pickin up cans now Satellites on the plane, think the prezi flyin Beep, beep! Fuck it, dead line Took your bitch to the bank, now her heads mine If I ever have kids, inherit my bread line

Shh, shh, sheesh Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas, man What are all these niggas talkin bout? Ice cream ass niggas Ayy I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If its war, we aint playin games, bitch, we get it started Im the man, clip it, keep a hundred, nigga, Im a gunner When its beef, we aint playin games, we hit you and yo mama Know that choppa, thats that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, Im not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin in a Honda All these tattoos on my fuckin body, she say Im a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of fuckin guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Rodney And free Chris though, member we was bouncin out with .44s A nigga keep it silent in L.A., I keep a clip though Cause no, I cant be lackin in these streets, I keep a big pole And I cant have no nigga with me if they gon snitch on us Know that choppa, thats that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, Im not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin in a Honda Ayy, big dawg Savage Toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad Ratchet bitch suck me while Im drivin, she from Dallas Lil mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty My model bitch be smokin all the Woods, she from Cali In my Testarossa , my pistol out the holster Im double cuppin syrup, bitch, I dont need no coaster Opps want promotion , we put em on a poster I gunned him down in his own hood cause he local My watch ten bricks Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks Bitch, smell my fragrance, you cant tell me I aint rich Big 4L, I aint shakin no hand with no snitch Know that choppa, thats that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, Im not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin in a Honda Ah, that choppa, thats that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, Im not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin in a Honda

Peon ass niggas Levis and Adidas ass niggas Hi-Point having ass niggas I got a Glock and it dont jam my blast niggas You a lovey dovey buy a ring nigga Im the type to pass her to the team, nigga You went and bought that bitch Céline, nigga? Now she fuckin me, I know you wanna kill her And I sold dope on my 10 toes We aint fallin out over freak hoes 21 Savage still in savage mode I thought I told you Im a savage on these hoes Maybach with the curtains up Im with Nudy, he gon burn you up Fake gangbangin, nigga turned into a snitch Went against that 21, I left him in a ditch Pull up We like gas, we like gas, gas, gas Hol up We like cash, we like cash, cash, cash Hol up Wanna fuck me, Im like yas, yas, yas Hol up VVS drippin, dance, dance, dance Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and Im still humble Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble AK-47s, M16s, they gon sting, bumble Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin meat, gumbo Money talk, yeah, nigga, cash talk, yeah, nigga Ridin round with that yappa tryna duck the feds, nigga Oh you drinkin green? Nope, only drink that red, nigga Only fuck the bad hoes, buy my cars with cash, ho Niggas know I blast off, pull up with the mask off Air it out like aerosol, I robbed Peter and Paul Bought a 488, finna act an asshole Ive been gettin so much money, they think I sold my damn soul You a fake gangsta, you aint ever shot nobody I dont wanna hear them stories bout them fake bodies Young Savage send a hit like John Gotti Nigga get whacked, thinkin they hard cause they on molly Im the Saint Laurent Don, love to cash out You a dick jumpin faggot, you a mascot You beat your bitch cause she walk round with her ass out They wanna rob me cause I walk round with that bag out Drinkin syrup, lil bitch, Im finna pass out Never slippin, Glock 40 with a red dot Seven figure nigga, money all I talk about You aint talkin bout no money, what ya talkin bout? Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and Im still humble Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble AK-47s, M16s, they gon sting, bumble Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin meat, gumbo Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

A regular citizen who reports seeing a crime isnt 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 yall 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 doesnt 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

Im a fuckin bad guy nigga Murder Gang nigga Two guns up Im poppin aint I I got 10 racks in every damn pocket aint I Im poppin aint I I got 10 racks in every damn pocket aint it She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin aint it Diamonds dancin on a nigga, playin hockey aint I Run up a check and I bag and I fuck it, I love it She lickin and lickin and suckin I love her Motherfuck a wedding bitch Im a dog Motherfuck a label, bitch Im a boss Swiper no swiping, niggas stealin sauce Came from the mud, nigga paid the cost Hundred thousand cash, hid it in the lawn It aint bout a bag, I dont wanna talk Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy I fucked his baby moms hes a mad guy Nigga you aint gettin no money, you a sad guy Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy Hundred round drum, Im a bad guy Blow this bitch up like Osama, Im a bad guy Ima do the dash when I back out Im a rich nigga, I cant take the trash out Better cuff your bitch I brought my cash out Nigga better watch they mouth cause Ill spazz out Catch a nigga down bad and Ill air it out Bitch I rep that Murder Gang and well clear it out Catch a nigga main bitch and we gon shell out And she so fine, I love the way that booty spread out And you know I keep that Glock with the red dot Shoot a nigga in his face, he aint bad now Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy I fucked his baby moms hes a mad guy Nigga you aint gettin no money, you a sad guy Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy Hundred round drum, Im a bad guy Blow this bitch up like Osama, Im a bad guy Im poppin aint I I got 10 racks in every damn pocket aint I Im poppin aint it I got 10 racks in every damn pocket aint I She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin aint it Im poppin aint I I got 10 racks in every damn pocket aint I Im poppin aint I I got 10 racks in every damn pocket aint I She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin aint it Diamonds dancin on a nigga, playin hockey aint I Diamonds dancin on a nigga, playin hockey aint I

Yeah, ooh We gon whack yo dog about that cash, huh Play Ill put them demons on yo ass, huh I got too much power, dont make me mad, huh Im too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions, Touch down in the clearport, now we back in business Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin different They gon keep it cool cause well whack them niggas Huh, livin to die, nigga, we dyin to live Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids Beefin with some real killers, they at my momma crib Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh I got a rush from knowing these niggas wanna hit me up I was taught, you kill a real killer, and itll give you luck Feds gave my nigga thirty years and he stuck Still prayin he dont give me up, huh We gon whack yo dog about that cash, huh Send a message to em with no mask, huh You dont wanna see my lil nigga in yo grass, huh Hangin all out the window, swingin that Mac, huh Pay you back, nigga gon pay you back Leave em with some real rich niggas thatll get you wet We aint ever fittin with no nigga with like, Where you at? Pay you back, niggas gon pay you back I cant lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hits All that talkin make that chopper give you lip filler I come from the six, where they kill killers This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson We was tryna find a lick, yall niggas was somewhere dancing Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh The whole city know that 21 gang will smoke sumn If you want em whacked, its gon cost ten nickels Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle We kill all the opps and then we fuck all they sisters All the guns I own got hollow tips in em Nigga pick a side or you gon die in the middle Dreamchasers shoot em wit the .38 through the pillow Wish I rapped in the 90s cause this 2k shit full of weirdos We gon whack yo dog about that cash, huh Send a message to em with no mask, huh You dont wanna see my lil nigga in yo grass, huh Hangin all out the window, swingin that Mac, huh Pay you back, nigga gon pay you back Leave em with some real rich niggas thatll get you wet We aint ever fittin with no nigga with like, Where you at? Pay you back, niggas gon pay you back, huh Im like free all my young niggas thats incarcerated See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated I say nigga dont want no smoke, you aint no carburetor Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger AP terminator , gon make me burn a hater Know a bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor I fucked first night, I aint hit her back, I dont wanna fight You can get it back, I aint beefin bout no dog hoe Cant find a bitch like Waldo Cause she was tryna buy the bitch Aldo Nigga this that Chanel money This that so much work, if you get caught, you better not tell money This that out yo league, I smell like Creed, walk by and smell money Fly them bales in, right to your doorstep, thats mail money Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh If gettin money was a sin nigga, Id be burnt up, huh If you know a nigga from back then, know I was fucked up, huh Get to pointin fingers and they swingin through like a nunchuck We gon whack yo dog about that cash, huh Send a message to em with no mask, huh You dont wanna see my lil nigga in yo grass, huh Hangin all out the window, swingin that Mac, huh Pay you back, nigga gon pay you back Leave em with some real rich niggas thatll get you wet We aint ever fittin no nigga with like, Where you at? Pay you back, niggas gon pay you back, ho

Southside If Young Metro dont trust you, Im gon shoot you Count a hundred Count a hundred, yeah, nigga Diamonds froze, chill, nigga I went platinum independent then I signed my deal, nigga Young nigga, 17, all he do is kill, nigga And Im drinking on that mud like an oil spill, nigga Gucci jacket, oh yeah Saint Laurent, oh yeah Bust down, cost a hundred, nigga, thats a trophy Balling like Im Kobe, shoot you like Ginobili Sitting on the courtside, never in the nosebleed In the hotbox, yeah, with a hot Glock, yeah In the trap car, yeah, get your block chopped, yeah When its time to blow smoke we do not stop, yeah Pulled up in paradise, they got them Glocks out, yeah Time to blast off, mask off like Im mad, dog Turned it to a murder trap then robbed em for a bag, dog Police always fucking with a nigga cause Im black, dog Full court press, we wont show your ass no slack, dog Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it, nigga Another nigga dead, now the familys scared Tryna duck the feds, tryna duck the feds Paint the city red, paint the city red Glocks in the mattress, choppers in the shed Broad day smoke, late night smoke All day smoke, bitch, we want the smoke Im from the Eastside where they cutthroat Young niggas killing and they taking dope And they taking chain, they not taking names Gang, gang, gang, nigga, gang, gang Pause the beat, free my niggas in the chain gang Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it, nigga Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it Run up them racks, Im doing it, nigga Southside Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

Nigga play he gone get his head bust You know how we comin Young Boy Nigga play he gone get his head bust You know how we comin Strapped like the Navy Seals Promise you dont want it This for them bitch ass niggas that be speaking on me Rob who? You got me fucked up You aint taking nuthin Nigga its gone be a murda Play with that money Nigga its gone be a murda Come run up on me Nigga its gone be a murda Burn you and yo homie Nigga its gone be a murda Thinkin that Im Stuntin Its gone be a murda Gon be a murda if you thankin bout takin sum from me Talk about your body but I bet you aint gone play with me Try me if you wanna I stay with that burner on me I cant let you get no rip off me Nigga must think Im a hoe or some I dont know who the fuck he must take me for That shit that you talking aint fearing us Fuck how you come you aint seein us Say we beefin gon catch him and wet him up Nigga tell me pull up and Im pullin up Up let it bang we aint sparing nun Caught him up in the bottom and he ran from me Hoe ass niggas stay in yo lane You niggas be playin we aint playing games When Im up in the club bitch Im with the gang You can catch us turnin up for Dave So you know we flexin with them bands Whole lotta more up in my pants Try to take it all you hear is bang Try to take it all you hear is bang Nigga play he gone get his head bust You know how we comin Strapped like the Navy Seals Promise you dont want it This for them bitch ass niggas that be speaking on me Rob who? You got me fucked up You aint taking nuthin Nigga its gone be a murda Play with that money Nigga its gone be a murda Come run up on me Nigga its gone be a murda Burn you and yo homie Nigga its gone be a murda Thinkin that Im Stuntin Its gone be a murda Draco on me and it got the cooling system Slaughter gang savage love to shoot at niggas Got a 30 in the booth right now, thats on gang And a judge gon give me life if a nigga touch my chain, 21 Red light, I got four young niggas with me sticked up 100 round drum, we gon leave em at the red light Got the VVSs dripping, lil nigga tried to reach and all he seen was a motherfucking red light Now they scared right Called your baby mama over cause her heads right I put your favorite rapper in a wheel chair Niggas say they from the street but bitch Im still there Nigga play he gone get his head bust You know how we comin Strapped like the Navy Seals Promise you dont want it This for them bitch ass niggas that be speaking on me Rob who ? you got me fucked up You aint taking nuthin Nigga its gone be a murda Play with that money Nigga its gone be a murda Come run up on me Nigga its gone be a murda Burn you and yo homie Nigga its gone be a murda Thinkin that Im Stuntin Its gone be a murda

Zaytoven 21 Savage Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Got that .30 on me now Got that .30 on me now Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out I got the stick on me now I got the stick on me now Pull up and air shit out I pull up and air shit out I pull up and air shit out I pull up and dick your ho down Young Savage, bitch, I got pounds Young Savage, bitch, I got rounds Pull up and shoot up your town Pew, pew pew-pew, pew, frtttttt, fah Slaughter Gang, bitch, we go brazy PDE, bitch, they go brazy Drinkin on lean got me lazy Glock .40, no .380s Im cookin up dope in this town You need a new pistol it jammed I dont fuck around with the Xans Im dripping, lil bitch, I dont dab Your bitch a lil freak, ouch I fuck her one time, bounce Still got the choppa round my motherfucking shoulder Still that same nigga, I just got a little older Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Got that .30 on me now Got that .30 on me now Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out I got the stick on me now I got the stick on me now Pull up and air shit out I pull up and air shit out I got the stick on me now Pull up and air that bitch out Glock 17 on me now Young nigga shoot up your house What that shit you talkin bout? Look how that .30 hang out Walk through the motherfucking crowd Pussy nigga, shut your mouth All of my young niggas killas PDE, nigga, drug dealers Nah, we dont fuck with you niggas Get your ass slaughtered, lil nigga I keep them 5ths on my pistols I keep a hold on my stick When that bitch click, I dont miss One to the head and I hit Bitch land straight in your temple I told you, Dont fuck wit me, nigga Shawty be popping them niggas Shawty be dropping them niggas Now they called cops on a nigga Cause they couldnt stop a lil nigga Right at the bottom, lil nigga PDE, Slaughter Gang, nigga Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out Got that .30 on me now Got that .30 on me now Pull up and air it out Pull up and air it out I got the stick on me now I got the stick on me now Pull up and air shit out I pull up and air shit out

Yea, Thugger, 21 Lets get it Hold on, hold on, hold on Used to be debt down , hop out the jet now We dont play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now I just got a new foreign, bout to go park the Vette now And I got the dawgs with me , yeah, better call the vet now I want some inside head now , bout to call my bitch now I got a Harley Davidson now , bout to pass the T-Rex down I do the whip, no eggs now , I got chips and VICs now Bout to Liu Kang kick it now Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now Real big tongue on my kicks Baby, put your tongue on my dick I put ice on my kids I put red in my dreads Act got here with my medicine Nigga pop, drip, we wet Man I got some ice on my ankle Fuck around, gon head, slit it It was heavy smoke in my chest Might jeopardize my checks Im bout to pop another X Then Ima fuck on my ex And Im gon pour my syrup Not my Act, just red And I had em on deck Think he bout to keep my check Green diamonds, on me like piss And I’m a mogul not a peasant I just got a new Kel-Tec And it dont come with no kick And I came up from nothin Louis Vuitton my neck High end clothes on deck Let em all read my text Used to be dead down , hop out the jet now We dont play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now I just got a new foreign, bout to go park the Vette now And I got the dawgs with me , yeah, better call the vet now I want some inside head now , bout to call my bitch now I got a Harley Davidson now , bout to pass the T-Rex down I do the whip, no eggs now , I got chips and VICs now Bout to Liu Kang kick it now Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now Yeah, Saint Laurent Don, yeah Got a lot of blue money, yeah, yeah I cut my thumb, yeah, yeah Bums chasin crumbs, yeah, yeah Gucci jacket, ah yeah, yeah Fuckin on the mattress, ah yeah, yeah Got a Draco in traffic, ah yeah I just left Magic, throwin ones out the plastic, yeah, yeah Im with Slime in that Maybach and we laughin These rappers jumpin dick to dick and we laughin Come and get your baby mama, this bitch a maggot Half a ticket, worth a jewelry in my carry-on baggage Thinkin bout pullin Savages card, you must be on acid Cheap ass shots got her feelin like plastic My earrings cost more than a nigga life savin Fuck a weddin ring, I gave her a mouth full of babies Used to be dead down , hop out the jet now We dont play radio, Funkmaster Flex, now I just got a new foreign, bout to go park the Vette now And I got the dawgs with me , yeah, better call the vet now I want some inside head now , bout to call my bitch now I got a Harley Davidson now , bout to pass the T-Rex down I do the whip, no eggs now , I got chips and VICs now Bout to Liu Kang kick it now Bout to chop it with machete now, now, now

Get my Maybach washed at the studio Im passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb like Coolio Multi-millionaire, now Im hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone, Im in the studio Yeah, nigga, we aint doing no Twitter, lil nigga, get supersoaked Nigga, we aint playing both sides, lil nigga, who you rooting for? My life is a secret, everything confidential Rollie presidential, working on my mental Ready for the pressure , 38 special Aim it at your temple , shooters behind me driving in a rental Told his mama, Sorry for your loss, did you get the flowers that I sent you? Used to sell my beats for two bills, now you cant even get a sample Mama found the work in a closet I was making shoe box deposits Aint looking back, change the topic Park a Bentley coupe in the projects Told my ex bitch Im doing great, yah So much ice, I need some skates, yah Playing two sides, my shooter put three in his face, yah I just spent eleven on my waist, yah I dress like a star, my closet running out of space, yah Get my Maybach washed at the studio Im passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb like Coolio Multi-millionaire, now Im hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone, Im in the studio Yeah, nigga, we aint doing no Twitter, lil nigga, get supersoaked Nigga, we aint playing both sides, lil nigga, who you rooting for? Woah, Gucci jacket, inside pocket hold the ratchet OG kush Im smoking on a potent package Saint Laurent don on me And I got a gun on me Cant no infiltrators come around me Told my son dont suck his thumb around me Issa lotta bloodhounds around me You could get gunned down around me Yeah, all my friends bad guys Search him at the door, he might be wearing a wire In a foreign, drinking syrup, thats a DUI Police ass nigga, you the FBI Get my Maybach washed at the studio Im passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb like Coolio Multi-millionaire, now Im hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone, Im in the studio Yeah, nigga we aint doing no Twitter, lil nigga get supersoaked Nigga we aint playing both sides, lil nigga who you rooting for? Im sleeping where the killers at Im hanging on a fed block Yeah, Glock 40 with a red dot Ten racks for a headshot

Oh, yeah, yeah Lord forgive us, ooh, ooh Lord forgive us, ooh, ooh Gi-gi Hit me on my burner, hit me on my burner, ayy All we know is murder, all we know is murder Its goin down in my hood They shoot rounds in my hood, they shoot rounds in my hood Tears in your eyes, on your mama cheek Bloodstains dryin on the concrete Yeah, we be like, Fuckin all that Twitter shit All my niggas militant, take a hit for benefit And Im fuckin all the witnesses These stripper bitches aint gon say shit Ayy, thats an unsolved freak Have mеrcy on a G Whole gang up, all my brothers lit Racks on racks, aint too much to spеnd Old come through when they wanna lend New chain chillin and it got a twin Ah, ooh Where were you when I was down? Where were you? Guess who is the shit now, number two In the circus you a clown, look at you Bringing views I pick what I want then I cop, cop That shit you dropped just gon flop, flop When the future is present, we pop off Then tell me how can I drop off? Their demeanour is fugazi When you reach my level, my many medals seem lazy Plaque after plaque while the industrys on my back 19 on my wrist so Im roaming it with pack I got runners on the ándale They go to West whenever packin for the holidays Been dodging Judas since the time he kissed my money gone Been gettin boomers since the mainstream got their focus on The focus number one Never follow rules, I was skippin school You know I aint friendly, so quit actin like we cool Spin them niggas block cause we have nothin else to do Aint trippin bout no bitch, you know Im a player, I tie my shoes All my diamonds hit up Wet your block in a pick up All-all my cars they go fast, face aint shit but I like her ass I dont love her but I love my cash, COVID-19, Im wearin my mask You know Im out here thuggin, so suck me like you love me Last opp played with us, we turned his ass duppy Im a big dog and I love to step on puppy Two-tone Maybach, same color, Kentucky Whole gang up, all my brothers lit Racks on racks, aint too much to spend Old come through when they wanna lend New chain chillin and it got a twin Ah, ooh Where were you when I was down? Where were you? Guess who is the shit now, number two In the circus you a clown, look at you Bringing views

I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit Im in the foreign with the full clip Ridin with the full clip on some rich bullshit Im in love with a hood bitch I give her this good dick on some drunk bullshit If thats my pussy, put my name on it If thats my pussy, put my name on it Want me to wife it? Put my name on it If I beat it out the frame, put my name on it Order up some guns, add a gauge on it I aint playin with these niggas and they know this Thats my gun, Ima hold it And I aint movin like that, yall know this All this liquor fuckin up my liver All this money fuckin up my niggas All these bitches fuckin up my main squeeze Main squeeze hear this shit, she gon hate me Attitude how it is cause I dont give a fuck Yea, I know I aint right but I dont give a fuck I know we aint the same cause I think different Who the one to blame? This drink, nigga! I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit Im in the foreign with the full clip Ridin with the full clip on some rich bullshit Im in love with a hood bitch I give her this good dick on some drunk bullshit Im in a Bentley with a dirty K Audemars cost a 100k Got a bad bitch with me and her friend cute If thats my pussy, baby, go and get it tattooed Butt crack showin in that skirt She gon hold that 30 in her purse No Rihanna, Ima make a bitch work My girl say Im on a bullshit flirt I cant let a nigga do me like Ja Rule I aint even really fuckin with these rap dudes Im with YG, fuckin with the Pirus Fuck a niggas baby mama in my house shoes Chain on, ring on, froze hoe When you step into my spot, no clothes, hoe Baby joker no more, lock doors, hoe Im on the bullshit, fuckin with my bros, hoe I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit Im in the foreign with the full clip Ridin with the full clip on some rich bullshit Im in love with a hood bitch I give her this good dick on some drunk bullshit Drop 60 on the Benz and then skrrt off Got some dust on my shoulders, get that dirt off And got niggas that be tryna get that work off You aint never blew 50 bands? Yous a jerk off Got the AK, livin in my mamas house Fuck my baby mama at my mamas house Bring all my drama to my mamas house Thinkin Im a mamas boy, I hit you with that bla-da-da Geeked, Im ridin dirty, nigga, hello Bitch, make it wiggle like Jell-O Sneak dissin when I come around, youre mellow Everything about you niggas marshmallow I can hit your bitch if I want to But she settle for you so I dont want to Ayy, I can hit the dealer when I want to Hold up, just left the dealer and I copped two I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit Im in the foreign with the full clip Ridin with the full clip on some rich bullshit Im in love with a hood bitch I give her this good dick on some drunk bullshit

Aye where you get that beat from? Mooktoven! Lets go KeedToven Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin, watch yo shoes Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin’, southboy too Yeah yeah, his gun invisible, he not gon shoot Yeah yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah inside the coupe Yeah sticks on us at the show, made the news Smokin Runts in a lil bitty coupe, I dropped the roof Rubber band of blue cheese me, I dont like it loose And my bitches they got pretty feet, they dont own shoes Worry bout that, this aint that Worry bout that, where yo check at? Worry bout that, worry bout that You worried bout this, and this ain’t that In that space coupe, free that nigga Ralph We go way back like a sun roof, all these bitches rubbin’ on me I feel like Im at Jeju’s get that paper upfront Before I even walk through Lets go, me and my dog gonna get bands Me and my dog fuck these hoes by the ten It just me and my dog in that motherfuckin Benz I can’t wait for my dog to get out that fuckin can Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin, watch yo shoes Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin, size 42 Yeah yeah, his gun invisible, he not gon shoot Yeah yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah inside the coupe Yeah sticks on us at the show, made the news Smokin Runts in a lil bitty coupe, I dropped the roof Rubber band of blue cheese me, I dont like it loose And my bitches they got pretty feet, they dont own shoes Worry bout that, this aint that Worry bout that, where yo check at? Worry bout that , worry bout that You worried bout this , and this aint that Yeah yeah, dropped my first mixtape and bought a Vette Bought a 85 Cutlass off of crack Balenciaga with Chanel, I mismatched Im Slaughter Gang dont get stabbed in your back Ridin with a K, draco, call it lowercase Baby mama got a Kel-Tec she dont tote mace Savage, how you get your stain up? Nigga even play Savage, why nobody wanna front you nothin? Cause I used to take Balenciaga make yo bitch wanna choose up Im in Hollywood hills with a shoota I smoke dead people, I dont smoke hookah 4L-gang, Im a dog, dont get chewed up Saint Laurent on my back, this aint Bape nigga Im on Cleveland with Lil Keed and the snakes, nigga Play with me, get long live, in front of your your name, nigga Up eight figures, so I stopped wearing chains, nigga Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin, watch yo shoes Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin, southboy too Yeah yeah, his gun invisible, he not gon shoot Yeah yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah inside the coupe Yeah sticks on us at the show, made the news Smokin Runts in a lil bitty coupe, I dropped the roof Rubber band of blue cheese me, I dont like it loose And my bitches they got pretty feet, they dont own shoes Worry bout that, this aint that Worry bout that, where yo check at? Worry bout that, worry bout that You worried bout this, and this aint that Choppa will blast that, I got all this fuckin paper on me, I dont even cash app Wearin all that out of date jewelry, need to trash that Yeah you hear them pipes on that fuckin Hellcat, young nigga shit Ridin round with a fuckin gat, you aint killin shit You aint even need a fuckin strap, you aint real as me He aint ever gave the love back, put the hood on my back Put the hood on the map, comin for the biggest bag Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin, watch yo shoes Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin, southboy too Yeah yeah, his gun invisible, he not gon shoot Yeah yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah inside the coupe Yeah sticks on us at the show, made the news Smokin Runts in a lil bitty coupe, I dropped the roof Rubber band of blue cheese me, I dont like it loose And my bitches they got pretty feet, they dont own shoes Worry bout that, this aint that Worry bout that, where yo check at? Worry bout that, worry bout that You worried bout this, and this aint that

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 aint 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 Chopper keep shakin, the beat keep breakin No, Im not a Muslim, but I dont eat bacon Eyes look Asian, she say that she Jamaican I bring her to the room, we just fucking, we aint caking Steppin on niggas, steppin on niggas Steppin on niggas , steppin on niggas Steppin on niggas, steppin on niggas Steppin on niggas , steppin on niggas 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 aint talking to bitches, we aint talking to cops 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 , thats how we demonstrating Hit his baby mama while he had the baby Gave me good jaw , I gave her penetration Steppin on niggas, steppin on niggas Steppin on niggas , steppin on niggas Steppin on niggas, steppin on niggas Steppin on niggas , steppin on niggas Steppin on niggas Steppin on niggas Steppin on niggas Steppin on niggas

Fukk 12 A hundred a zip and Im sippin on drop I hit for a hunnit and I bought me a drop I pulled up on her and panties just drop Up 32 shots and you niggas gon drop Off with your top , give a fuck bout your block 1 2 High speed chasing, give a fuck bout the cops When I see 12, put the dope in my sock Niggas be rappin, I came up off rocks Im thuggin, Im thuggin, I feel like Im Pac They tried to betray me Im mad at myself cause I keep it real with all these niggas Niggas actin like bitches, niggas all in they feelings These niggas acting like women Drowning in money, Im swimmin These bitches acting like pigeons I just want a couple million, I just want a couple million And Im still loyal to the gang These other niggas man, they lame I really sold cocaine, Gas stank propane Glock forty, nigga bang, Blood, Crip, nigga bang I heard ya got ya chain took and had to get another damn chain 21 nigga the gang, slaughter ya daughter the gang Mac 90 got range, young savage got aim I bought a new Rollie, its plain, you niggas best stay in yo lane I pull up and fuck on yo main Im covered in money, Im drippin These niggas they telling, they snitchin So we gon fuck on all they bitches, I be round lot of henchmen Moving like Im John Gotti, 12 gauge nigga shotty Hit em all in the body, I just caught another body Lord forgive me Im sorry, I cant help it, Im a street nigga I had to get some money, I watched my momma struggle I jumped off the porch, had to use my muscle Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord They keep askin why I got that sword in my face Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord I just beat another case I just went and bought a Wraith I just nutted on her face Brand new rollie with the face No face, no case Lord forgive me for my sins, I was struggling tryna win I had to lose a lot of friends, nigga tryna chase them ms Cooking up crack its illegal, riding with a Desert Eagle Im a felon, thats illegal, main bitch, she illegal Hunnid pounds of Cali reefer, Call of duty heat seeker Pull up on ya in a Regal, window down nigga creeping Nigga rapping? Im preachin, nigga we are not equal In the trenches, niggas beefing, I remember not sleeping Hit the club and get to squeezing, shoot it up for no reason I was living like a demon, I was living like a demon Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord, my soul to keep If I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord They keep askin why I got that sword in my face Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord I just beat another case I just went and bought a Wraith I just nutted on her face Brand new rollie with the face No face, no case

Better duck from the shells Break her back just like kale, you niggas gon tell After 11, I jump to a teen cause I do not fuck with 12 I do not get it, you niggas and bitches Leave his ass with stitches if he touch my digits Pull up to the scene, all you hear is crickets Buddy went ghost when he saw we wit it Im richer now, make a phone call and hell get you now Lock down with the same family Cause all these new niggas be switch arounds Its Lil Boat, fresher than Scope, gold on my throat I pledge an oath to stay on my toes, to stay down with my bros I keep a round, anything that my nigga want he can get it Cause if I call up my nigga, bet that he let you get it, loyalty King of the Teens and royalty Just saw your new grill, look like foil, B Young nigga rich, fuckin up a sack, fuckin on your bitch I get that money and spend it Im in a Rari, its tinted I fucked his bitch now he trippin Bitch my name Bin and I aint in it I got a way with the women I got a way with the hoes I spend my money on money You spend your money on clothes I broke my arm in the bowl And I get 20 a show I got my diamonds from L.A I spent a check on that Rolls I spent the check on her purse Then I went bought me a vert Scrapin the bowl then I skrrt Im scrapin the bowl then I skrrt Im ridin round the city with a stick Make this muthfucka fishtail I get surgical with the pump Nigga call me Denzel, Training Day I just might hop on the plane today My jewelry on, but Im plain today Money on me, it might rain today Give a fuck bout what these haters say Bitch, Im gon get it Got a friend with a friend, bitches come wit it Nut all on her titties, bitches gettin freaky These niggas wanna be me, bitch, I ball like Bibby

Kid Hazel on the beat I know they dont like me They scared to come try me They scared to come try me You try me, I got it You know that I got it The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it You know Imma pop it Imma aim at yo head and nigga gon drop it Yall niggas gon drop it You niggas be playin you know that we drop shit My nigga we drop shit We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit You know that we pop shit These niggas callin 12 but they cant stop this Nah, real bitch, nah For real, for real, for real, for real, for real Zone 6, nah for real nigga Nigga like to sell cocaine, go kill nigga Trick nigga we rob niggas, nah for real nigga EA, whats the deal nigga? Im the deal nigga King of the fuckin hill nigga Top of the apartment, young nigga, boy for real nigga Toe tag, catch a body at a young age AKs, SKs, .38 throwaway Glock-9 longway Young nigga down with plays Shit was crazy back in the day Yall cannot last a day Shit was crazy in my apartment You can ask my nigga Tre Young nigga spraying them thing Young nigga havin them K Robbin shit everyday I swear we werent havin our way Really werent havin our way But we was just doin our thing I know they dont like me They scared to come try me They scared to come try me You try me, I got it You know that I got it The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it You know Imma pop it Imma aim at yo head and nigga gon drop it Yall niggas gon drop it You niggas be playin you know that we drop shit My nigga we drop shit We pull up on opposite nigga we pop shit You know that we pop shit These niggas callin 12 but they cant stop this I keep a chopstick One in the head, I already cocked it One to the head Call up the coroner, time to mock shit Yall niggas cappin Yall niggas faggots, yall like to chomp dick 4L Gang Really a savage, Im not with the opp shit You say you want smoke You dont want no smoke, you runnin to 12 I kept me a Glock I had to do five when I was twelve Im solid, nigga Keep it 100, yeah Im Shell He caught a body He kept it 100, he made bail I got so many niggas down to roll, nigga everybody gotta touch green Yall niggas be talkin like hoes, nigga aint nan nigga touch me I got five hundred shots in a hotbox, we aint nothin but four deep Every time we pull up we wackin shit, nigga aim like the police I know they dont like me They scared to come try me They scared to come try me You try me, I got it You know that I got it The pistol is on me, I cock and I pop it You know Ima pop it Ima aim at yo head and nigga gon drop it Yall niggas gon drop it You niggas be playin, you know that we drop shit My nigga we drop shit We pull up on opposite, nigga we pop shit You know that we pop shit These niggas callin 12 but they cant stop this

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 ones common attributes to anothers, 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

DJ on the beat so its a banger For the nigga that killed my cousin, woo, make sure he die slow I know a killer thats ready to shoot something, but he shoot with his eyes closed Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit, cause shit, Id die for it Ill go against the grain for one of my niggas, shit, if I got to If I got to , if I got to If I got to , if I got to Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to Im killing all my opps, if I got to Hit his ass twice with this Glock, if I got to They say they want Durk with no auto, ayy Im from Chicago, where we turn our opps to Gelatto, ayy We shoot at opps, we high speed cops, we ducking potholes, ayy Man, he was woofin like he was like that, man, we touched that taco, ayy Man, its a drought on these real niggas, man, free Ralo, ayy Man, I cant get caught with no guns, you aint even got no case Foenem touch your face I keep Bloods, I keep Crips when I touch the A Man, Im clutching on my iron, man, this street life aint no joke Nigga touch me then he dyin, niggas know we aint no hoes I put savage in this love shit, without me, aint no goals I put pistols all in Chiraq, nigga, without me, aint no poles For the nigga that killed my cousin, woo, make sure he die slow I know a killer thats ready to shoot something, but he shoot with his eyes closed Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit, cause shit, Ill die for it Ill go against the grain for one of my niggas , shit if I got to If I got to , if I got to If I got to , if I got to Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to Im killing all my opps, if I got to If I got to I got Hall of Fame status, bitch, dont try me like a rookie I need a quarter ticket if your ass wanna book me Let off so many shots, neighbor said it sound like a fully If I die, it one of my partners cause the opps all pussies You aint never slid for your brother, you scared to get in trouble, yall niggas might tell Run around like he a killer, he snitching in the car, he aint make it to the jail Glock in my lap, Im strapped Too rich to fistfight, niggas get clapped Everybody round me paranoid, you might get smoked tryna reach for some dap Savage so 4L, he got a drum on his stick Come pick up your girl, we left cum on your bitch Niggas shot yall whole gang, yall niggas aint do shit We play freeze tag with these bullets, dawg, and all yall niggas it For the nigga that killed my cousin , make sure he die slow I know a killer thats ready to shoot something, but he shoot with his eyes closed Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit, cause shit, Ill die for it Ill go against the grain for one of my niggas, shit, if I got to If I got to , if I got to If I got to , if I got to Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to Im killing all my opps, if I got to If I got to

From a whole nother planet Ice on my neck dancin Ice on my neck prancin Got these lil hoes glancin Ice on me outstandin Baby girl so demandin Say she is my standards Boy, yeah, Im so frantic Fuckin these hoes, outlandish I need a ho like granny Im eatin them cookies like candy Im eatin them cookies like candy Swear them tools come in handy Handy just like Manny These niggas shrimp, you a scampi Im gettin choked by chokers Cough drop me, my throat hurt Ice on my bitch then yoked her Say you cold, we colder We get cold til your nose hurt She suck dick til my toes curl Then she burp Yeah, these niggas aint seein me Came from the bottom, Bikini Now these bitches on my weenie Niggas small, yeah, they teeny Ice on me outstandin, the money keep expandin Do you understand me? From a whole nother planet Ice on my neck dancin Ice on my neck prancin Got these lil hoes glancin Ice on me outstandin Baby girl so demandin Say she is my standards Ice on my neck go bling Fairytale, sell a ho a dream Twenty-five racks on a ring, bling, bling, bling VVSs on me, they water I dont want your bitch, I bought her You can get her back, I borrowed her Ice on my neck like puck Im a big dog, you a duck Fuck her like a dog and get stuck Every-every car I ride in need a green card Foreign bitch pussy good, I bought a green card I swear it get so wet I wish I had a surfboard From a whole nother planet Ice on my neck dancin Ice on my neck prancin Got these lil hoes glancin Ice on me outstandin Baby girl so demandin Say she is my standards From a whole nother planet Ice on my neck dancin Ice on my neck prancin Got these lil hoes glancin Ice on me outstandin Baby girl so demandin Say she is my standards Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Outstandin

My pinky ring Thats a quarter Double cup Three hundred dollars I got commas Ferragamo I bought a Benz She had a Honda Shes a darling I gave her molly The bitch is geeking She seeing Scotty She dancing for me I love her body Heres my number Be sure to call it I slaughtered your daughter In back of the Honda Im whipping up white Im whipping up Barbara I fucked on Keyshaundra And then I fucked Sonia And then I fucked Tonia I slaughtered your daughter Im 21 Savage I dont do no marriage I fucked her on camera The bitch was embarrassed I gave her a molly She talking to Scotty She dancing in Follies She geeking like Bobby My pinky ring Thats a quarter Double cup Three hundred dollars I got commas Ferragamo I bought a Benz She had a Honda Shes a darling I gave her molly The bitch is geeking She seeing Scotty She dancing for me I love her body Heres my number Be sure to call it I gave her water She acting savage Cant even have it Brandon Jackson That is my, dawg She take the, charge That is my, dawg She take the, charge I nutted on her She wiped it off I left out Gon call the house Gon pull up in, okay Uh, shit, damn, aye, uh, aye My pinky ring Thats a quarter Double cup Three hundred dollars I got commas Ferragamo I bought a Benz She had a Honda Shes a darling I gave her molly The bitch is geeking She seeing Scotty She dancing for me I love her body Heres my number Be sure to call it Tryna see a hundred on the highway, riding to Chattanooga Heard the boys want beef with us, my boy pull up with that Ruger Got so many girls around the world, boy I cant lose em Every city I touchdown in, it be so hard to choose her My money be stacking all night, all night like Im on plantation Everybody know my shit the hottest in the nation Putting down lil fires if any mothafucka wanna talk that shit Last time I came here tell em I cost about a brick God damn my hoe you be making a lot nowadays, we getting paid I got so many girls I bring em to the fucking shade They say I shine like the sun, we sipping lemonade I do not know your fucking friend and I aint tryna mate Cause a nigga like me be goddamn, rapping At the same time lil nigga out here, trapping Because I need more than a deal worth Fuck what your deal worth Nigga, I look like Spielberg My pinky ring Thats a quarter Double cup Three hundred dollars I got commas Ferragamo I bought a Benz She had a Honda Shes a darling I gave her molly The bitch is geeking She seeing Scotty She dancing for me I love her body Heres my number Be sure to call it

Yo Yo, Pierre‚ you wanna come out here? Big knots get a nigga Xd out Bitch‚ Im rich‚ Im tryna fuck on every thot Bitch, Im rich, Im tryna beat your neck out Savage got the .40 with the red dot Savage made a quarter mil off Red Opps Yeah‚ nigga, I aint never filled out a job app Your favorite rapper keyboard, I swear that nigga all cap All my niggas real fans‚ all of em all clap 21 Savage, I be hangin where the check be I dont want the pussy, lil bitch, just neck me Bitch, you tryna screenshot a nigga, dont text me I dont wanna be your boyfriend, Im your bestie, yeah, yeah Spend a whole lot of bills, nigga, yeah, yeah House all in the hills, nigga, yeah, yeah Suck that dick until it spill, baby, yeah, yeah I get nasty, Im ill, baby, yeah, yeah Diamonds on me real big, yeah, yeah I put a 30 on a SIG, yeah, yeah Balenciagas on my kids, yeah, yeah Im doing donuts in the 6, yeah, yeah Got a stick with a knife, dont get chopped up Carbon with the silencer, make a nigga silence ya Oh, you think you tough because you run around on that Molly, huh I aint even gonna acknowledge ya All my niggas bodied up Ran up a bag then I went and bought a Rari If I hurt your feelings, my bad, Im sorry Got a lot of choppers, I aint talking bout no Harleys Slaughter Gang, nigga, we just shot up the party Ima let the diamonds talk for me, yeah Make a model bitch walk for me, yeah You better swallow, bitch, dont act bougie You better not act like you dont see your friend choosing All that ass, bitch, let a nigga squeeze it This hard work, bitch, pimpin aint easy I buy bitches new cars all season I spoil all my hoes for no reason

I love you Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah For so many reasons Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah How much money you got? How much money you got? How much money you got? How much money you got? How much money you got? How many problems you got? How many people done doubted you? Left you out to rot? How many pray that you flop? How many lawyers you got? How many times you got shot? How many niggas you shot? How many times did you ride? How many niggas done died? How many times did you cheat? How many times did you lie? How many times did she leave? How many times did she cry? How many chances she done gave you fuckin around with these thots? Every day that Im alive, Ima ride with the stick Id rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch But Im 21 4L, aint no way Ima 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? How many problems you got? How many people done doubted you? Left you out to rot? How many pray that you flop? How many lawyers you got? How many times you got shot? How many niggas you shot? How many times did you ride? How many niggas done died? How many times did you cheat? How many times did you lie? How many times did she leave? How many times did she cry? How many chances she done gave you? Fuck around with these thots 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, thats when I knew You a stand up nigga, I love seein shit like that Question How many faking they streams? Getting they plays from machines? I can see behind the smoke and mirrors Niggas aint really big as they seem I never say anything , everybody got they thing Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes Im on a money routine I dont want smoke, I want cream I dont want no more comparisons This is a marathon and Im aware I been playing a bet 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 Okay, no problem, Ill show up on everyone album You know what the outcome will be Im batting a thousand Its got to the point that these rappers dont 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, dont doubt it, my nigga Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga Im on a tangent, not how I planned it I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship When they thought that I wasnt gone 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 How much money you got? How many problems you got? How many people done doubted you? Left you out to rot? How many pray that you flop? How many lawyers you got? How many times you got shot? How many niggas you shot? How many times did you ride? How many niggas done died? How many times did you cheat? How many times did you lie? How many times did she leave? How many times did she cry? How many chances she done gave you? Fuck around with these thots Take a dive, put away my pride Shoot my shot, DMs, yeah, I slide She in front, but she used to be my side We take selfies now, I used to in her live Before the fame, plan B was robbin banks Be a married man, right now I just cant All the love they gave me, knew that it was fake Mama love me so much, either way Im straight I done seen so many handshakes turn to hate Seen so many BFs turn s-n-a-k Death before dishonor tatted on my face Way I run the check up, shouldve been with Chase Start at the bottom, the trenches, the gutters, so I had to go little harder Lights was out, the gas was off, so we had to boil up the water Been through some things, but I couldnt imagine my kids stuck at the border Flint still need water Niggas was innocent, couldnt get lawyers How much money you got? How many problems you got? How many people done doubted you? Left you out to rot? How many pray that you flop? How many lawyers you got? How many times you got shot? How many niggas you shot? How many times did you ride? How many niggas done died? How many times did you cheat? How many times did you lie? How many times did she leave? How many times did she cry? How many chances she done gave you? Fuck around with these thots 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-

She gon ride it like a motorcycle She gon ride it like a motorcycle She gon ride it like a motorcycle She gon ride it like a motorcycle She gon ride it like a motorcycle She gon ride it like a motorcycle She gon ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle Bitch Im bleeding like Im on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil And I cant stop it, keep going baby dont stop it All my garments come from France, French kissing in France Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants And I cant stop it, keep going baby dont stop it I cant stop it, hundred thousand stuffed in my pocket Pull up on a nigga with a rocket, if I pull it out then Ima pop it I call her bike life cause she ridin, non-stop it, eat the pussy up and then a nigga get it popping Finger licking good like shrimp and teriyaki VVS diamonds got my watch playing hockey 21 Savage I get money like a Jew, hundreds on me blue, hundreds on me blue You know Im a slut, Ill fuck your crew Yeah Im a dog like that, pull up in a rarri with the top dropped back Pull up on your block with the chop cocked back Pew pew pew, make a nigga walk back 1017 they need to bring the wop back, when I get inside that pussy baby I cant stop I love it when I see them nipples through the crop top Butt crack showing in them G-Star jeans Make a nigga wanna go and buy her a ring She gon turn a nigga to a fiend, she gon make a nigga kill the scene She gon hold my dope when Im in need, she gon bail me out when Im in need She gon ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle Bitch Im bleeding like Im on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil And I cant stop it, keep going baby dont stop it All my garments come from France, French kissing in France Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants And I cant stop it, keep going baby dont stop it Put the money in the safe, you could beat it like a case Ive been waiting all day, so I could put it in your face Been real with him from the start know a lot of niggas sell out Get up in the jam you know who to call to bail out Got a bad bitch, know these niggas gon hate Cant stop getting money bitch I dont got brakes If a nigga bout his bread, it be getting to his head He be running from the feds, left a lot of niggas dead Aint enough kush, he be rolling like dice Show him who the business now he wanna throw the rights Hell pay for it if I gave him a price, fuck around with my type boy you know you aint right Im knowing your bitch aint had shit Its Dreezy and 21 Savage Yeah million dollar nigga blow the money like a whistle Take me where I wanna order steak up off the menu Hard head nigga, know he gripping on a pistol, if you buy me a ring we can make this shit official Fucking with me harder than your niggas, power couple yeah we all up on a mission I know when you gotta handle business, you know imma be here waiting for you when you finish Lets get it She gon ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back baby recycle Bitch Im bleeding like Im on a cycle, I be leaning baby no NyQuil And I cant stop it, keep going baby dont stop it All my garments come from France, French kissing in France Hundred thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants And I cant stop it, keep going baby dont stop it

Hot box with a paper tag on it Your baby brother used to be my crash dummy Dont call my phone if it aint bout cash money I dont wanna talk if it aint bout cash money I got a lot of shooters round me and they hungry He sold a zip and now he acting like he Tony I be chasing after money like Im homeless I had to leave that bitch alone cause she was bogus Put a 100 on your head Now a nigga dead You niggas know that Young Savage will paint the city red I dont want to do no song with these niggas cause they scared Draco on the seat I keep that Draco on the seat Molly, percs and weed you know these bitches like to eat Slaughter gang, we slaughter hoes cause half these bitches freaks All the shit Ive been through man it change a young G Thats why I keep that hundred round drum around me Thats why I keep a lot of fucking guns around me If you aint with the gang you better not come around me All that motherfucking leechin, aint no bummin round me You like that pillow talk but niggas shoot for fun around me Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way They robbin round my way Shootin around my way Aint nothing sweet, you better keep a gun around my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way Round my way They robbin round my way Shootin around my way Aint nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way Round my way Round my way Round my way

Yeah, yeah, yeah 21 Savage, 21, 21 Ha yeah, yeah Ha ha, ha,ha, ha ha, ha Haha, haha Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ha ha ha, ya dig? Carbon 15 on em AR 15 on em Got that Glock with the beam on it Every nigga on my team want it Oh, you a gangsta? You a savage now? You aint never sprayed a hundred rounds Last nigga tried to gun me down Left his body in the lost and found Zone 6 shit bitch Who the fuck told you shit was sweet? Who the fuck want smoke with me? Nigga barking up the wrong tree Everybody want to hold nuts on Young Savage Probably cause your bitch wanna fuck Young Savage All these pussy niggas acting like they really trapping You got one more strike fuckboy and Ima whack you But a nigga watch blinging, take it But a nigga chain blinging, take it Said he got a bankroll, take it And yo shooters aint gon do nothing Fuck the glamour and the glitz Bitch I keep extended clip I keep extended clip I love my extended clip 15 got my first trap spot I beat that motherfucker out 19 niggas tried to jump me in the club I aired that motherfucker out You aint bout that shit that you rapping bout Nigga tell the truth, what you capping bout? Nigga fuck the rap, we can clap it out I take the 30 out and gonna slap you out Pay attention man these niggas really weird Pussy ass nigga gotta period Bitch ass nigga Snitch ass nigga I take pictures with my hand on my hip ass nigga When it gets real Ima gon and dip ass nigga East Atlanta to Decatur to get your flip fast nigga Got your bitch swallowing cum like some slim fast nigga 21 Gang and we dont throw no white flags nigga Bitch, bitch! A lotta um fake you know what Im saying beef Or whatever the fuck yall call it Nigga, we dont beef nigga We just eat nigga And keep it moving nigga 21 Savage Slaughter King Still on that bullshit Still keep a full clip, ya dig? Still give ya pussy ass a face lift nigga

Everything I do, I be ten steps ahead My youngin got them bodies, he still piss in the bed  Keep the code of silence, dont repeat what I said Keep all the baloney, I just came for the bread My hood known for wildin and I dont promote the violence I done been through all the trials and tribulations, now Im smilin Say he wanted smoke, we at the table doin the plottin We gon slide, wet your shit up, make it home fore you hеar a siren Ima let em spin likе a spiral I dont got no love for no rival Put him on the news, he went viral I took a number two with my rifle Every car Im in, I got the title Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper I hit all the vibes on the low cause Im a sniper He dont want no problems and its obvious Call me Saw cause I laugh when I body shit We play hot potato with the opps, we be droppin shit Givin out free smoke cause we got a lot of it Tryna feed the fam, I was trappin in the cold Dropped a mixtape, turned around, I was on the road You cant give me no amount of money for my soul He wasnt really no robber, he got killed cause it wasnt his role MAC-90 pokin out my Goyard Diamondback pokin out my Louis V Nigga, fuck your Glock, we shoot big chops Seven-six, .308 and .223s Ima let em spin like a spiral I dont got no love for no rival Put him on the news, he went viral I took a number two with my rifle Every car Im in, I got the title Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper I hit all the vibes on the low cause Im a sniper I make sure the beef get Swiss cheese Im from 20-East where they killin thieves Stones got my ears feelin like Christmas Eve Before you bend over, baby, get on your knees Drive by, jump out, then we tie-dye Say a nigga touched me, thats a lie, lie She fried, she fucked the gang, we call her Five Guys Im so high, I almost thought I skydived Ima let em spin like a spiral I dont got no love for no rival Put him on the news, he went viral I took a number two with my rifle Every car Im in, I got the title Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper I hit all the vibes on the low cause Im a sniper

Uh, I used to be trippin like a motherfucker, uh Thats cause I aint listen to a motherfucker Used to take a Crush and pour a six up in that motherfucker Ran it up and now Im richer than a motherfucker And Im glistenin like a motherfucker I say fuck em all, cause they dont got no love for us We way up top, I dont see nobody but God above us Get so high, I feel like Im in the stars Matter fact, pull a Wraith out the garage I just might fuck around, buy eight cars Know its gon only be one Ima drive Im the one who made me everything Ima be Chose my road like the Wizard of Oz Pop out, I look like a blizzard, my God Look at my neck and my wrist, oh my God This all the shit I worked hard and I prayed for Know I deserve it, thats word to Yah Love all my fans, and thats word to yall Twenty a verse, yeah, you heard the ball Been stackin and grindin and stackin and grindin and stackin and grindin til somethin tell me, Herb, just ball Ten thousand ones in the VIP, watch it fall Aint gon see only me shine, watch us all No, I aint here all the time, but they still show me love So this bitch on my hip, watch your dawg Aint with that drunk shit, we aint come to brawl Aww, you know lil bro lettin it off Really it took me to stop him to keep him from droppin you Shouldve just let him get off Bitch, I go hard in the paint, but I stillll pop out, start shootin, Im Steph and Gasol They tryna copy my swag but they cant keep up, they just gettin whats left of the sauce They like, Damn, Swervo, what the fuck? Why you keep switchin up? Ayy, Im the king round this bitch, listen up And it cost nothin to get you hit up Get a nigga crib lit up Walk up, hit his rib and up Two to the head, he shakin, he checkin, they want you to live, get up Thats the shit I live, its nuts Im alive cause I dont give a fuck You tryna slide, its nothin I seen homicide, its nothin, they said they outside, he stuntin Its 4:30 somethin, he on Live, but bitch, we been ridin since one And we gon ride as one, we all goin down as one Got three thirty clips, thats a hundred Cops had me, I aint say nothin Told em to suck it, fuck em Still in this shit, I aint duckin Worth too many millions Foenem say get from around here, you trippin, you buggin Im just so used to thuggin Grip in this bitch, Ima buck em Up with the ball, Ima truck em I gotta ball like the Rucker Game on the line, Ima snug em, fuck em Guess Im a by-any-means type of motherfucker We not in a frat, but we step I got more stripes than a ref The police behind me, I left Im runnin til Im out of breath I told em I needed some help They looked at me like they was deaf We tried to be like BMF But niggas was all for theyself You get extorted for playin tough Nigga, no cap, I was on the move, shots went off and my Glock had jammed up We aint even makin no R.I.P. post til we come hit a couple yall mans up I dont even bring my niggas round rappers, I know they gon fuck my face up Know all my niggas gon take somethin Say that you a dog, nigga, shake somethin Broad daylight, nigga, face somethin Fuck school, we was in the hood tryna make somethin, you was with a bitch tryna cake somethin Fix my plate, bet I ate somethin, you was lookin for a reason so that you can hate somethin You cant keep all of that shit bottled in, I wish your lil pussy ass say somethin He did, we slid We dont give a fuck bout your kid My brother like Glocks and FNs, but Savage gon keep him a SIG The coroner thought he had a lacefront on, the way this Draco split his wig You a baby when it come to this gangster shit, somebody get this nigga a bib, pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy Pussy, pussy Pussy You little pussy

When you walk in the house, show me love It aint even gotta be Valentines Day Ima still leave some roses by the tub Go through so much in the street I just wanna come home to a meal and a hug The opps wanna kill me, you wanna argue I sleep in a trap and just thug But Id rather you show me some love Id rather you show me its real Id rather you tell me your feelings Than act like Im trippin and high on a pill Dont say that you crazy in love with me Cause being crazy could lead you to kill And money aint nothing, theres people who happy in love And behind on they bill And they havent paid they mortgage in years Let me help you fight your fears Cant turn my back When my grandma died, you helped me wipe my tears Coldhearted when I opened up Man, your love, was that a bear? By the time you realized it was PTSD You aint even care Show me love Treat it like we freakin on the weekend, show me love I heat up the seconds, times and reasons for your love This is not the season for nobody else but us I always get wrapped up in you, baby, Im in love We gon get this love, yeah, like we never done it Baby, Im in love Go head, show me love, like we never done it Ooh, I got you runnin every time I give you some Show me love, love Show me love, love Show me love like you see red lights And you crashed in it like a deer inside of headlights Yeah, I show you love like it was passionate I just wanna bask in it, winnin it like a championship You gon show me love, like, like, you tried it and denied it But you still let me apply it like I made you put your ties in Show me lo-o-ove, even when you dont got time to Ill be there to find ya, Ill remind ya Show me love Treat it like we freakin on the weekend, show me love I heat up the seconds, times and reasons for your love This is not the season for nobody else but us I always get wrapped up in you, baby, Im in love We gon get this love, yeah, like we never done it Baby, Im in love Go head, show me love, like we never done it Ooh, I got you runnin every time I give you some Show me love, love, love Show me love, love, love Baby, you know what it is, yeah You know what it is, yeah You know what it is, yeah You know what it is, yeah Baby, show me what it is What it means to love What it is You gon show what it is What it means to love What it is Show me love Treat it like we freakin on the weekend, show me love I heat up the seconds, times and minutes for your love This is not the season for nobody else but us I always get wrapped up, baby, baby, Im in love We gon get this love, yeah Like we never done it Baby, Im in love Go head, show me love, like we never done it Yeah, I got you runnin every time I give you some Yeah

Gang, Gang Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang Bitch you cant hang with the gang I dont give a fuck bout no stain Ran off with yo money, you lame And then I went bought me a chain Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang I pull up and fuck on yo main That rollie thats on me, its plain My shooters, they cock it and aim Then send a few shots at yo brain I pull up and fuck on yo main 21, nigga the gang I know a few niggas who changed I could never ever ever change Hit the cup and switch lanes Hit the gas and switch lanes Im nothin like these lames I really sold cocaine I run up a check and I fuck it up I fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up You play with the gang, we gon fuck you up You know that we strapped, nigga buckle up I cut on the stove and the water Them diamonds, they on me, they water I dont give a fuck bout yo daughter You play with the gang, you get slaughtered Thats 200 hunnid thousand in cash 200 all over my dash 12 get behind me, I smash These niggas, they try to be friendly You know that these bitches, they friendly We not gon show you no pity Pull up and murder ya bity Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang Bitch you cant hang with the gang I dont give a fuck bout no stain Ran off with yo money, you lame And then I went bought me a chain Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang I pull up and fuck on yo main That rollie thats on me, its plain My shooters, they cock it and aim Then send a few shots at yo brain I dont give a fuck bout no mufuckin stain Ran off on my plug and I bought me a chain A watch and a ring A watch and a ring? Yeah, a watch and a ring Aye, Im watching ya main Pull up on yo bitch, make her suck on a dick She fucking the clique Aye, she loving the clique We aint loving no bitch We chasing money and shit Pull up in foreigns and shit That pussy get boring and shit Id rather go get me some head Blue hunnids, I wish they was red You try me, you know that you dead You pussy, I know that you scared I keep me a 30, these bitches be thirsty You know that we working You know that we serving Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang Bitch you cant hang with the gang I dont give a fuck bout no stain Ran off with yo money, you lame And then I went bought me a chain Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang I pull up and fuck on yo main That rollie thats on me, its plain My shooters, they cock it and aim Then send a few shots at yo brain

Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow I just pulled up in a wow Then I pulled off in a wow Hit your bitch up in a wow Then she suck me up like wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow Thumbing through that check wow Thumbing through that shit like wow I just spent that shit like wow Then I got it back like wow I just fucked your bitch like wow Let me nut all on her blouse Twenty thousand wow Fifty thousand wow Pull up on your pussy ass and drop the window, blowow Bitch you know Im high, you know I be high Why you pouring all that codeine in that sprite, why Xanax bars, percocets, and lortabs, why All these damn drugs make me feel like I can fly Bitch my name aint Plies, I dare a nigga to try I told that bitch keep it pushing cause her pussy dry Im slaughter gang bitch your hair smell like old fries In my pocket I got none but them old guys Stankin ass bitch, You know I do this shit 21 Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow I just pulled up in a wow Then I pulled off in a wow Hit your bitch up in a wow Then she suck me up like wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt Got it right back Fucked your hoe then I gave that bitch right back Ran off with your money told you I be right back You pull down in the wrong partments with that nice check Young savage on that slaughter gang shit All my niggas on that slaughter gang shit Slaughter your daughter and slaughter your bitch and then slaughter your clique Pull up in the parments with that jewelry you get hit I got a stripper but I call that bitch a dancer Man these bitches aint got no standards Broke ass bitch I heard you getting TANF And Young savage in this bitch hey roll that gas up Im trapping, capping, niggas still getting guap She licking, spitting, lick all on the cock I pull up to valet and then I drop the top If you wanna ride with me you gotta be topless Shawty gonna turn it around and drop it to the floor Nigga like whoa Got a nigga like whoa Like wow She turn around and had me like wow Im throwing ones nigga like wow Ten thousand like wow Another ten like wow She had a nigga like wow God damn baby wow Wow, wow, wow, wow Wow, wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow Wow, Wow I just pulled up in a wow Then I pulled off in a wow Hit your bitch up in a wow Then she suck me up like wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow 21, Wow

Straight up 21 .223 Diamondback with the drum, nigga Choppa like to crush a lot, Big Pun nigga Ive been taking money ever since I was young, nigga Sneak dissin, niggas cuttin out your tongue, nigga Real street nigga, I aint doin no cappin, nigga, I aint told no lies I dont give a fuck if I got a hunnid million, Im keepin my .45 Walkin up on ya nigga, point blank range, we aint doin no drive-bys I still right here wit hollows, nigga, and I got my Glock out She keep tryna watch Netflix, bitch, Im pullin my cock out Hit her with the dick and I left that bitch cockeyed All these VVSs, I made your bitch cockeyed Talkin out your neck, you get your T-shirt tie-dyed Im on Percocets, I think Im finna skydive You little pussycat, you must think you got nine lives Im so sick of all this fruity shit, you niggas on thin ice That stick gon cut you half-time, now these niggas wanna switch sides I aint really with that talkin shit, lil nigga, Im walkin up That .30 like a tree lil nigga, watch where you barkin up We got way too many shots, yall lil niggas cant dodge enough We can even challenge ya, cause yall lil niggas aint charged enough Quarter million dollar for a walkthrough Get the utmost respect when I walk through I love the way you suck that dick, lil bitch, dont forget who taught you Way too much, cant stalk you Bogeyman, nigga, Ill haunt you All these bullets round me, nigga, I aint got time to punch you Hit em wit the 3-2, all yall niggas see through Broad day, Ill see food, had to hit a lick at Kiku Lil bitch I dont need you Hell Nah, I cant eat you Let the whole gang G you, then I left that bitch at Jeju You must be scared or some, nigga, lets bet the spread or some Thats your main bitch, but I bet that lil bitch spread for some I got all these blues like I aint bangin red or somethin I bought all these cars like l aint got no legs or somethin Fuck that other side, pull up in ya hood switch it Sex, money, murder, two guns, nigga, big Bs Every time I hit that bitch she come back like a frisbee I aint got time to play with nobody kids, go watch Disney Skin made of concrete, nigga, you can never be me My brother down the road with a touchscreen and a FeFe Candlelight gang, leave a nigga on the TV Fish fry gang, yall cant even afford to die Bitch, Im way too real, I cant even afford to lie

150, door, woah Glock 30s, extendos This nigga rapping nigga, they dont want no smoke Catch em down bad through the peacoat 150, door, woah Glock 30s, extendos This nigga rapping nigga, they dont want no smoke Catch em down bad, through the peacoat I dont really think these niggas want smoke Catch em down bad, shoot him through the peacoat All my niggas savages, yeah we smashing Catch em down bad , shoot em up in traffic I ask about you in the streets and they aint heard of you You say you run the city, why I never heard of you? Keep a couple young niggas quick to come and murder you Pull up to your spot air it out Im with that murder too 100 rounds drum on that stick, and is nasty 21 gang, bitch all my niggas spazzing All my niggas smashing so miss me with that fuck shit 30 round clip on that 40 better duck bitch 150, door, woah Glock 30s, extendos This nigga rapping nigga, they dont want no smoke Catch em down bad through the peacoat 150, door, woah Glock 30s, extendos This nigga rapping nigga, they dont want no smoke Catch em down bad through the peacoat Rapping ass nigga, capping ass nigga 21 Savage, Im a clapping ass nigga Carbon 15, with the nuts bitch Pull up, roll the window down, you better duck bitch Talking beef shit, nigga I eat shit Slaughter gang pull up on you then we sweep shit Ice cube, cut the lights off some creep shit Rapping ass nigga, you aint got no teeth bitch I bet these niggas know we popping Bitch pussy stank, the hoe smell like tilapia I run around with the stick cause these pussy niggas hang I fucked your sister nigga, he dont need get no straightening 150, door, woah Glock 30s, extendos This nigga rapping nigga, they dont want no smoke Catch em down bad through the peacoat 150, door, woah Glock 30s, extendos This nigga rapping nigga, they dont want no smoke Catch em down bad through the peacoat

21 Savage! Metro Boomin Savage Boomin or Metro Savage Whatever you wanna call it or ball it Aquafina drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Baby got that water, Im tryna sip, sip, sip, sip She want a young nigga selling bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks On a drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Aquafina drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Baby got that water, Im tryna sip, sip, sip, sip She want a young nigga selling bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks On a drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Aquafina drip, when she dancing, all the rich niggas gonna tip I got the same kinda guns like TIP, plus Im hood rich like rip I aint never seen a ass so fat, she want a young nigga selling crack Im dripping Im dripping Im dripping all over this track If he is not dripping then we gonna run off with his pack VVS dripping these aint crystals, your jeweler disappoint he selling crystals I hear your baby daddy work at Krystals, I hope You brush your teeth before you kiss him 21 Aquafina drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Baby got that water, Im tryna sip, sip, sip, sip She want a young nigga selling bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks On a drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Aquafina drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Baby got that water, Im tryna sip, sip, sip, sip She want a young nigga selling bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks On a drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Im whipping work, I done spilled baking soda on my shirt Im smoking OG, you smoking purp Real street nigga, dont get hurt Im in the kitchen cooking crack like its bacon, these pussy ass rappers they be faking Im 21 Savage aint no faking, AK-47 get the shaking Dont wanna be ya man, can I fuck ya friend? I wanna fuck ya friend Can I fuck ya twin? Choppas on the couch, choppa bring the power Thought he had a brick , but I sold him flour Aquafina drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Baby got that water, Im tryna sip, sip, sip, sip She want a young nigga selling bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks On a drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Aquafina drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Baby got that water, Im tryna sip, sip, sip, sip She want a young nigga selling bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks On a drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Whoop, woo! Yall already know who I am? Right? Mustard on the beat, ho Lets go Hunnid bands , hunnid bands Hunnid bands , hunnid bands 10 bands in the right hand 10 bands in my left hand Make her best friend be her hype man You keep going big she wanna fight, damn Bad bitches in my city catching flights, damn Popping big bands when they hit the lights, damn I pull down on your city In your city, they fuck with me And these bitches fucking with me Cause I represent my city In the kitchen, you can witness All this cash that we gettin If you started, we gon finish Whole gang with the bidness Hunnid bands , hunnid bands Hunnid bands , hunnid bands 10 bands in the right hand 10 bands in my left hand Whats a hunnid racks? I throw it real quick Thought it was a limp, this way this stripper do a split One nine four two, get the bad bitches lit New Chanel purse, every time she throw a fit Drop it to the floor, make your knees touch your toes Im on group facetime, me and all my hoes You can send me nudes, on my mom I wont expose Halfback sweep, Ima pass her to my bros Fake kick, Ima let my brother catch the two-point Bitches like singles, Savage always got a new joint Thought he was a gangster, but he snitching yeah, oink, oink Work too hard bitch, you cant get a coin, coin Hunnid bands , hunnid bands Hunnid bands, hunnid bands 10 bands in the right hand 10 bands in my left hand Santa Claus bag, ho sit up on you Suge Knight bag, had the shooters get up on you You see the red Lamborghini as I hit the corner YG got his shit together, he a business owner Popping tags, shopping bags, nigga I gotta brag The YSL dont fit, I aint even take it back Ella Mai trippin, we do a lot of that But it aint ever bout a bitch, we trip to Cabo, Jack Big bands on me, drumline I just let the money talk, dont need no punchline I like the sunshine so I said, Fuck the rules If you bout a bag, holla, Suu whoop Hunnid bands , hunnid bands Hunnid bands , hunnid bands 10 bands in the right hand 10 bands in my left hand More money , more bitches More millis , more riches Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, I got four bitches And they squatting on that dick like they doin fitness Said he looking for me, came through in the drop top Spent a corner in the dorm, while the opps watch Im too rich to go through somethin about a thot, thot Feds grabbed you, you back home, oh you a cop, cop This shit serious Bad bitch gon give me brain, she on her period In the trenches of Dubai, they dont know where he is Is that a bird? No, thats a jet, yeah, there he is Hunnid bands , hunnid bands Hunnid bands , hunnid bands 10 bands in the right hand 10 bands in my left hand

Trapping after dark Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Gotta have heart, gotta have heart Gotta have heart when youre trapping after dark Trapping after dark, hit it with the fork Skrrt skrrt, scrape the sides, skrrt skrrt, scrape the bowl Young savage, bitch, and I aint never chasing no hoe All I wanna do is count a big ol bank roll Eh, I cook the dope like chowder Make the dope do the moon walk with the fork Young savage, bitch I walk around with a .40 Shout out to Trap-A-Holics, cause Im a trapaholic I ran off with your work and you aint do nothing about it You should have shot your jeweler cause your stones is really cloudy All these rap niggas rapping like they really bout it Catch your ass in traffic, snatch your bitch ass out that Audi Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Gotta have heart, gotta have heart Gotta have heart when youre trapping after dark Ive been trapping since I can remember I make the dope snow like its December My ice colder than the fucking winter I got your main bitch, she in the blender Shoot your motherfucking block up Police ass nigga, you will get a nigga locked up Stay down in the trap and ran my motherfucking guap up You say you got shooters, why the hell they aint never shot nothing? Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard Flipping, selling hard; flipping, selling hard Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Trapping after dark, trapping after dark Gotta have heart, gotta have heart Gotta have heart when youre trapping after dark

Pull up in the trenches, pull up in the trenches I was selling dope when I was fourteen Rein up with fifty what the fuck you mean? The fuck you niggas mean? I robbed em for two bands back there by the park Dont you pull down in them partments after dark Five niggas five choppas and a brick a hard Neighbor callin 12 she say we making noise I pull up in the coupe you know it push start I been jumped in the street I had a push start Drank sippin lane switching with the gang bitch Girl stop you know your baby daddy lame bitch You say you wanna shoot we on the same shit The shit a nigga tote will make a plane flip VVSs make a nigga chain drip Choppa flip a nigga like Liu Kang kicks Smokin outta bag Count a lotta cash Drank a lotta syrup Pop a lotta xans Cook a lotta bricks Hit a lotta licks Tote a lotta sticks Fuck a niggas bitch Pull up in a Porsche Pull up in a Rari Pull up on a Harley Bitch I beg your pardon I been getting money You been doing nothing Baby daddy sorry I been counting hundreds Bitch you know your baby daddy sorry hoe I pull up in a Benz & a Rari hoe Valet walk up on me when I hit the door I take that double cup and then I pour a fo Im sippin codeine on the plane jack First class shit with the gang jack How much you gon pay me for your chain back Pussy ass nigga got his chain snatched 21 Gang you know I claim that These niggas say they shooting where your aim at Niggas say they banging got they stain snatched Boy you know you been a lame since like way back I pull up on your hoe and then I dick her down Ridin round the city with a hundred pounds Ridin through your hood with a hundred rounds If I catch a play then imma gun em down Smokin outta bag Count a lotta cash Drank a lotta syrup Pop a lotta xans Cook a lotta bricks Hit a lotta licks Tote a lotta sticks Fuck a niggas bitch Pull up in a Porsche Pull up in a Rari Pull up on a Harley Bitch I beg your pardon I been getting money You been doing nothing Baby daddy sorry I been counting hundreds

DJ Mutha Fuckin Scream Ill bust ya wig in this bitch 100 round drum on a stick I fucks with ya nigga Lit, lit, lit, lit Lit, lit, lit, lit Lit like a wick Lit like a stick Im lit in this bitch Im lit in this bitch Im lit like a wick Im lit like a stick Im lit in this bitch Im lit in this bitch Im lit in this bitch I bust a nut on ya bitch Lit, lit Cameras stay lit Diamonds they lit Bic, lit Ya bitch wanna lick The way that I drip Drip, drip Shawty drippin Aquafina, drippin Slaughter Gang, we don’t leave a witness Abusing drugs nigga like Im Whitney Lit, lit, lit Lit, lit, lit, lit Lit, lit, lit, lit Lit like a wick Lit like a stick Im lit in this bitch Im lit in this bitch Im lit like a wick Im lit like a stick Im lit in this bitch Im lit in this bitch Im lit in this bitch Im lit like my wrist Im lit like my necklace I got the stick for the hecklers Im lit in this hoe I pick and I roll I do what I want How could I stop when Im on the go Heard you be getting that shit off the boat Heard you be having that shit for the low Well nigga we gon need a load Well nigga we gon need some mo’ We breakin bread like its toast Step out the bottom no toes Bet that bitch gon do the most Just to hop in the Lam or the Ghost When you poppin you poppin No wonder you shoppin you hop out and cop it and go But you got to know that every dollar that you spend should make ya some mo These bitches aint loving you They lovin yo dough, they take it and go These bitches aint nothing but scavengers So I feed these hoes to my savages Lit, lit, lit, lit Lit, lit, lit, lit Lit like a wick Lit like a stick Im lit in this bitch 300 thou worth of ice on Im lit in this bitch Im lit like a wick Im lit like a stick Im lit in this bitch Im lit in this bitch Pulled up at the club That muthafucka lit That rich nigga shit I just hit a lick He like talkin shit But I fucked his bitch I keep buying all these muthafuckin cars I aint got no sense I tell a fuck nigga fuck you nigga and the pussy nigga next to ya Dolph walk up in that muthafucka and you see all these bitches lookin I got this bitch lit, I got this bitch lit, I got that bitch lit Roll me some weed fuck with some bitches Tomorrow same shit different city Lit, lit, lit, lit Lit, lit, lit, lit Im lit like a wick Im lit like a stick Im lit in this bitch Im lit in this bitch Im lit like a wick Im lit like a stick Im lit in this bitch Im lit in this bitch

Ya, ya 21, 21, 21 Ya, ya, ya, ya I got dope fiends and task force knockin When you get more money then you get more problems If this rap dont work then Ima start back robbin Its a couple niggas up but the streets still starvin How the fuck is you a shooter, you aint hit no target Bitch Im 21 Savage and I do not argue Niggas always in they feelins cause they soft like Charmin But Im screamin fuck feelins nigga wheres my condom Aint no incidental Sticks inside the rental Slide the door back Shoot you out this rental I dont need a shooter Savage, hell shoot ya Smokin on a Cuban But I still eat noodles VVSs, wow-wow Bitch I let you wow-wow That Tecll bless ya, wow 21, pew-pew-pew, blaow I finessed him, how? It was easy, how? He pulled up to the house I ran off, made him pout, 21 Her booty nice and fat I put the team on that Put a beam on that Slaughter Gang, we screamin that I do magic tricks, turn 1 to 2 cat in the hat You with that sneaky shit, you might get one put in your hat I got dope fiends and task force knockin When you get more money then you get more problems If this rap dont work then Ima start back robbin Its a couple niggas up but the streets still starvin How the fuck is you a shooter, you aint hit no target Bitch Im 21 Savage and I do not argue Niggas always in they feelins cause they soft like Charmin But Im screamin fuck feelins nigga wheres my condom 21, 21, 21, 21 21, 21, 21, 21 21, 21, 21, 21 21, 21, 21, 21 I had to let that motherfucker breathe When Im up this motherfucker leave If Im up this motherfucker I squeeze If she at my spot she on her knees Bitch I like to count a lot of cheese And bitch I like to smoke a lot of weed I had a perc for this, so dont play with this You might get sprayed bout this, 21 I got dope fiends and task force knockin When you get more money then you get more problems If this rap dont work then Ima start back robbin Its a couple niggas up but the streets still starvin How the fuck is you a shooter, you aint hit no target Bitch Im 21 Savage and I do not argue Niggas always in they feelins cause they soft like Charmin But Im screamin fuck feelins nigga wheres my condom

Im a Savage, he a Savage Im a blood, he a blood Stacking my money, nigga run it up Now I can sit back and drink mud Sipping on lean, same colored blood PDE Slaughter Gang, no its us Im a Savage, he a Savage Im a blood, he a blood Stacking my money, nigga run it up Now I can sit back and drink mud Sipping on lean, same colored blood PDE Slaughter Gang, no its us Blood, Im a blood Young Savage bitch, I drink mud 2-2-3 hit your ass with a slug Blah, nigga you a thug Nigga I aint ride thugs 20-16 on it, and they scrub Capping that nigga, call your hoe You laid out with your bitch, you light the hood I know that on her face I like to fuck I ran it off and ran off on the plug I counted up a hunnid in the trap You talk that shit I put a .100 in your back Blah, blah hit that nigga with a mat on the front street Young Savage bitch, I sold that dough on the 1st street Young Savage bitch, I get that chopper on the front seat Im a big dawg, little nigga you a pip squeak Im a Savage, he a Savage Im a blood, he a blood Stacking my money, nigga run it up Now I can sit back and drink mud Sipping on lean, same colored blood PDE Slaughter Gang, no its us Im a Savage, he a Savage Im a blood, he a blood Stacking my money, nigga run it up Now I can sit back and drink mud Sipping on lean, same colored blood PDE Slaughter Gang, no its us Count money, know its bloody Everybody screaming Bloody .730 goin 730 on your buddies They got choppers, we got choppers You got a problem, they got a problem Everyone whippin out choppers, problem solving Stay on your lane, nigga not part of my gang PDE Murder Gang, Slaughter Gang, Murder Gang Everybody been the same I stayed trippin off a brick Put it out, let it rip Hit your bitch then I dip Left a lil somethin on her lip Back in the trap, my man is there Run out of bands with them Cause all of my young niggas Savages And all of my young niggas having it Im from the six where we clappin shit These niggas really think we rappin shit Im from the hood where we none but Savages And everybody gon rap some shit, nigga Im a Savage, he a Savage Im a blood, he a blood Stacking my money, nigga run it up Now I can sit back and drink mud Sipping on lean, same colored blood PDE Slaughter Gang, no its us Im a Savage, he a Savage Im a blood, he a blood Stacking my money, nigga run it up Now I can sit back and drink mud Sipping on lean, same colored blood PDE Slaughter Gang, no its us

Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops I was young, black, and ashy, 42 khakis Red rag in my pocket Throwin up Blood to any car that ever pass me Gangbang classy Gold herringbone, mama said Im too flashy Niggas wanna jack me, tell em, Run it, like a track meet On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me Im from Compton where the bitches carry ratchets And niggas in wheelchairs aint never heard of Degrassi Raw hand, Im gutter, Dre had to Aftermath me Had a flow when I was a rider, Compton like Tallahassee First album classic, second album classic So I skipped the hoodrats and went straight to the Cassies N.Y.C., top down, Big blastin Nas said Id be a legend, nigga, dont gas me Hot in 97, Funk Flex had to ask me How you make it out that beef with Hov? Nigga, my passion I was in New York the first time I heard Dear Summer on Hot 97 Top of the W Hotel, 54th & Broadway Lookin out my window at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit I felt ambushed by New York niggas Its still West Side though Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops See the thing I miss about hip-hop the most Was the storytelling That B.I.G. shit, that Nas shit, that Slick Rick shit That Tribe Called Quest You know that, that cruisin the street in my 64, R.I.P. to Eazy I aint got nothin against new hip-hop, I fuck with all you niggas And remember, nigga, I was young too, lets go Made it out the hood and some, Im on my fourth passport God gave me all this shit, I aint have to ask for it Gold Daytons on a 97 Honda Passport Black ski mask on, runnin from the task force Uzi, had the cash for it, and I had the stash for it Foot on the brake, hit the wipers, open the dashboard Sold drugs, made straight As, and I was playin sports Youngin and fresh, six bricks inside a Jansport Fast forward, countin this money on Aftermath for it Bought a new Ferrari, gave my bitch ten stacks Told her dont come back here til she got an ass for it Told her run through mackin in Louis to get a bag for it I give you classics when you ask for it I Vince Carter-ed everything Just Blaze threw off the backboard Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops Ask around Atlanta, Savage known to let it bang bang Gang gang, get a nigga stabbed in the chain gang Lieutenant like Im Dam Wayne, bring the major pain, pain Candlelight, Fox 5, fish fry, gang gang All I know is A-B-C-D-E-F-G shit Wet em with the chopper, watch a nigga get seasick Throwin up the pyramid, like Im from Egypt The hunnid round see-through, yall so see-through I know real Crips and they say they never see you Just like Clifford, Im the big red Blood, ayy Glock 45, get a big red slug You aint Blood, you a bitch, you a big red stud Way before the rap, I trappin out the cold I didnt know how to water whip, I straight dropped the dope All these guns in the car, I gotta wear a seatbelt I aint got no license, so I gotta wear my seatbelt I do this shit myself, nigga, I dont need no help Walk up on em with that, God help me, he a priest now AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops Posted on the block, deuce-deuce in my sock Feel like Mozzy, I got one up top Couple years, real niggas gon be extinct Bitch, I got a MAC-10 under this mink Pull up, let it blink, nigga, I dont think Your hood Titanic, we gon make that shit sink Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops AK with the stock , thirty on the Glock Kill all the opps , ride on the cops

I got gas, its for sale, yeah Got a whole lot of packs in the mail, yeah I got coke, you can sniff it off your nail, yeah Have a seat, show you how to wrap a bale, yeah Got a triple beam scale I got clientèle I got clientèle, yeah I got clientèle Got a triple beam scale I got clientèle I got clientèle, yeah I got clientèle You said you was trappin I was trappin for real Posted on the ave, pussy boy Dont need no deal I got pints in, and they coming with a seal I felt like Screech, I was saved by a bell I skrrt, then I zoom Boy, you know I pulled off You fronted me some work Then you know you took a loss Im Slaughter Gang Savage bitch And we got lot of sauce I got real clientèle, bitch My trap house is a loft I got gas, its for sale, yeah Got a whole lot of packs in the mail, yeah I got coke, you can sniff it off your nail, yeah Have a seat, show you how to wrap a bale, yeah Got a triple beam scale I got clientèle I got clientèle, yeah I got clientèle Got a triple beam scale I got clientèle I got clientèle, yeah I got clientèle I run my money up off of a triple beam scale I am 21, young savage Try me, and youre going to hell I dont give a fuck about a bitch Fuck a bitch and duck a bitch Young savage bitch, man you niggas on that sucker shit Trappin trappin hard, cutting cocaine with that cutlery I dont want your bitch cause she aint nothing but a nut to me I got gas, its for sale, yeah Got a whole lot of packs in the mail, yeah I got coke, you can sniff it off your nail, yeah Have a seat, show you how to wrap a bale, yeah Got a triple beam scale I got clientèle I got clientèle, yeah I got clientèle Got a triple beam scale I got clientèle I got clientèle, yeah I got clientèle

I got Lil Uzi on the track Ayy, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi 21 Savage, where you at? 21, 21, 21 Ayy, slime Hahaha Fam Goon shit Fam Goon shit Fam Goon shit Um, yeah, Im flexin on purpose, ayy That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy I move that work like the first, ayy Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah Im flexin on purpose, ayy That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy I move that work like the first, ayy Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah I do not need that little ho, ayy Kick that lil bitch to the curb, ayy Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah You know your bitch is my ho, ayy Kick that lil bitch to the curb, ayy You know your bitch is my ho, ayy Kick that lil bitch to the curb, ayy I cannot ever be celibate I cop more shots than the president I got some shit they can never get I been some places they never been I asked em never compare me to rappers I dont need the hassle, you know Im a trapper You what Im after, you know Ima get it They said I couldnt but nigga I did it Do you remember them callin me trash? Now I got trash bags of cash I done got over more bumps than the rash I can put all of these niggas on blast I might not never get signed I wont drop a dime that aint on my kind Tell em that Im never retirin That shit is declined, I am on my grind I got your bitch, she said that Im better She want me to settle You bought her some shoes She not Cinderella, you gotta do better That pussy be raining, I bring the umbrella I kept it 100 since we been together She know Im the realest, you aint gotta tell her Im flexin on purpose, you niggas is jealous Uhm, ya, Im flexin on purpose Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves Aye, I move that work like the first Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah Im flexin on purpose, aye Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves Aye, I move that work like the first Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah I do not need that little ho, aye Kick that lil bitch to the curb, aye Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah You know your bitch is my ho, aye Kick that lil bitch to the curb, aye You know your bitch is my ho, aye Kick that lil bitch to the curb, aye Bitch dab, dab Im on Miley Ave Pull up in a cab Stop in the plug for a slab But not while the dope in the lab I fuck me a bitch in the cab Im drinkin on lean and my crown I put ice on all of my styles, yeah Donovan money McNabb Like the Joker I laugh Big old mink like a lamb Jaden and Willow, I am Hold up, ho-ho-ho, hold up Geeked up motor and cam Ice on water like damn So forever with some grams Im a different little species I know they wanna be me I want green like a kiwi Great ménage, shout out Beanie Clip the water like genies And my lawyers gon free me Fuck her out that bikini Ho dont say it unless you mean me Uhm, ya, Im flexin on purpose Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves Aye, I move that work like the first Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah Im flexin on purpose, aye Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves Aye, I move that work like the first Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah I do not need that little ho, aye Kick that lil bitch to the curb, aye Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah You know your bitch is my ho, aye Kick that lil bitch to the curb, aye You know your bitch is my ho, aye Kick that lil bitch to the curb, aye Kick that little bitch to the curb Treat that little bitch like a bird Little bitch you know Im about action Little bitch you know Im a verb I chase after bands and I tackle I hang around American gangster Wright Street had me shackled They caught me with green, now they call me a Packer Forgis on the Vette, stagger In my face I got a dagger I catch your bitch and Ima bag her Get that mouth and bend her backwards Get that mouth and then its over I grab that fork and beat the soda I want money like Im HOVA VVSs cause they colder VVSs cause they colder Please dont try to race cause you gon blow your motor Made a million off of fuckin Motorola Tryna make a million nigga, beat the bowl up Diamonds sick, nigga, like they got Ebola Me and Ralo ball like Stephen, Kyle Korver Tryna get a hundred pounds across the border Fam Goon nigga, don’t get slaughtered Uhm, ya, Im flexin on purpose Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves Aye, I move that work like the first Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah Im flexin on purpose, aye Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves Aye, I move that work like the first Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah I do not need that little ho, aye Kick that lil bitch to the curb, aye Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah You know your bitch is my ho, aye Kick that lil bitch to the curb, aye You know your bitch is my ho, aye Kick that lil bitch to the curb, aye Fam Goon shit Fam Goon shit Fam Goon shit Fam Goon shit Fam Goon, nigga dont get slaughtered

Uh-huh Mister Traphouse Mister Dopeboy Mister Slimeball Mister Get-My-Pack-Back Mister Ran Off I aint bringin nothin back Mister Coffin Them Leave em dead, for real I got sticks Put em in his face, ooh, he stiff Leave em cold and still Bitch, Im cold, for real Heart so cold, for real Dont show no love, for real All my life, Ive been a hustler Dopeboy, cap peeler, street young nigga Get that money, fuck these hoes All I know is freaks up Stack that money, blue hunnid Ten thousand daily Yall niggas talk crazy with that fire out Know Ima let that fire out Rush out, head got bust up Niggas be talkin like hoes Pull up on em then I bust em Aint really with that tongue wrestlin Yall niggas talkin cap Yall niggas really bout the cap rap Pull out the strap, nigga, know I got that strap Yeah, Im packin, you lackin Yall niggas aint bout no action Nigga, Im bout the action I got the lights, camera, action Yeah, that shit get to flashin Damn, damn, dont nobody know what happened Dont nobody know what happened Damn, ooh, okay Uh-huh Mister Traphouse Mister Dopeboy Mister Slimeball Mister Get-My-Pack-Back Mister Ran Off I aint bringin nothin back Mister Coffin Them Leave em dead, for real I got sticks Put em in his face, ooh, he stiff Leave em cold and still Bitch, Im cold, for real Heart so cold, for real Dont show no love, for real Mister Slaughter Gang Mister Take Your Ho Mister Run a Train Mister Fuck a Rapper, nigga, Im Deebo, tuck your chain Got amnesia, fuck yo cigarette, I dont remember a thing Hit Candler Road, put ten on my ride, any car I want, I buy it Couple niggas out here tryna switch sides, hit a bitch boy, thats fire Gang gang aint on none of that friendly shit, we aint givin high fives You round here runnin your mouth like a pussycat, but you aint got nine lives Mister Stick Talk , Mister White Chalk I dont need no co-sign cause The 6 vouch Your wifey at the slaughterhouse, we whippin dicks out She sucked me, then she sucked my brother, she got a big mouth Uh-huh Mister Traphouse Mister Dopeboy Mister Slimeball Mister Get-My-Pack-Back Mister Ran Off I aint bringin nothin back Mister Coffin Them Leave em dead, for real I got sticks Put em in his face, ooh, he stiff Leave em cold and still Bitch, Im cold, for real Heart so cold, for real Dont show no love, for real

Imma say it 2 times with this money, money, on me, on me Gang! We aint playin with this niggas man Ay we different nigga Boss shit! I just say it 2 times with this money, money and its on me, on me Why you tweakin aint my homie, homie Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast Imma spaz, spaz Get on yo ass, ass No need for vest, vest Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes Shooters, shooters with me, with me Why you playin 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s Get the shots nigga, woah That stick gon sweep a nigga up, you better not hit the floor SWAT team, Mossberg, comin through the door Tommy gun woah Trench coat woah Lil bitch I know you heard how Young Savage scrape the bowl Motorola beepin VVSs fleekin Lil Durk he got the 30 on him, he might get to tweakin I just pulled up on yo main bitch and you know she freaky She know I aint no sleeper Time to call a uber Young Savage man I bought a Draco for my shooter MAC 11 smoke yo baby daddy like some hookah We got Glocks, Ks, TECs, nigga and bazookas Clip long like a ruler I just say it 2 times with this money, money and its on me, on me Why you tweakin aint my homie, homie Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast Imma spaz, spaz Get on yo ass, ass No need for vest, vest Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes Shooters, shooters with me, with me Why you playin 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s Me I just came out of poverty I just spent 50 on property Im from the streets to the gun violence Glocks annihilate you probably I pour up a four for my dead guys My hood is more than a block to me I keep a jock on me, a couple killas aint no opps with me Bitches want sex I want all mouth We be them niggas they talkin bout Im saucin Im walkin, Im Wayne now Dont treat Im coolin with gang now Overdose Im like Wayne now Before we was strapped like Girbaud jeans Now we spend 50 on chains now And we put 50 on things now Booty died from dialysis Opp niggas was the happiest The city know we be wacking shit Real killa, aint know accident Crackin calls with the MACs and shit Got the pounds and Im matchin shit Guns and dope in the mattress shit Fuck nigga with the actin shit Gang! I just say it 2 times with this money, money and its on me, on me Why you tweakin aint my homie, homie Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast Imma spaz, spaz Get on yo ass, ass No need for vest, vest Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes Shooters, shooters with me, with me Why you playin 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s

I dont see nothing wrong With a little bump and grind Even though it aint mines So call me when your mans not home And I pull up on you late night Just to turn you on And we know its going down If I get you alone And once Im in it, all up in it I prolly never make it home Tonight I just want to get to know you very well As long as you wont tell What we do What we do What we do Is between me and you What we do What we do Aint nobody has to know No, no, baby Watching you I start to realize You need someone different in your life So Im gon please you, you, you, tonight Cant you see, that all I really wanted was your time I wanna get a chance to make it right And we got all night to make it right Ohh, baby, yeah 21 Baby let me get inside it When she ride it ohh, shit VVSs ooh, drip She leave me, I might loose it 21, Im ruthless I love buying new shit All my bitches boujee All my bitches ooh All my diamonds ooh, ooh Then I drop the top like ooh, ooh I might put a ring on it ooh, ooh Fresh up out the shower she the truth, truth Fresh up out the shower, gettin loose, loose Look like honey and I got a sweet tooth, tooth Bitches gon hate cause they wanna be you Dont let them get between us baby, they against you, you Having this shit Bugs Bunny nigga got karats and shit She loves the way I be swaggin and shit She done fell in love with the daggers and shit Got a nigga thinkin bout marriage and shit Im a real skreet nigga, bangin and shit Lookin up to me, got her twistin fingaz and shit You know I had to put a ring up on that shit Said she gon put her name on that dick I put a Audemar plain on her wrist She wanted Lexus, told her it aint shit Fuck the next bitch stay aint on shit You cant name a bitch that I aint hit I aint never had a bitch hit like this Relationship goals, look at our wrist We just flexin on our X What we do What we do What we do Is between me and you What we do What we do Aint nobody has to know No, no, baby Watching you I start to realize You need someone different in your life So Im gon please you, you, you, tonight Cant you see, that all I really wanted was your time I wanna get a chance to make it right And we got all night to make it right Ohh, baby, yeah What we do What we do is between me and you What we do What we do No, no, no

I like my bitches bossy This Lacoste fit, it cost me A couple grammys on me now, Im tryna get em off me Im tryna get a Grammy And beach house in Miami My bitch might need a Beamer Right now she drive a Camry That hundred round like family I ride around with it Might hit a lick and smoke a pound Im really down with it If I see them lights flash Ima down hill it That mean I aint stoppin, turn up like I aint poppin Nigga who is you and where you from? you aint poppin Fuck you call this phone for if you aint shopping Rather not do club hopping, I like bank hopping Walk out that bitch with them bags like Im bank robbing Dont compare us to these niggas cause they aint mobbing They starving, bitch Im cooking like Im J. Harden Watch young nigga go and get it quick as clay hardens If you aint getting digits, nigga say nothing We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters We got army guns like the fucking fighters Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve Talk her out her panties if I say the right words Promise I dont think I could get any higher Had to write a thank you note to my supplier Please dont cut them lights on when Im riding by, sir Please dont cut them lights on, I am smoking fire Cut the lights on, fuck it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit Couple VVSs on my neck the way my diamonds hit I was 13, robbin niggas, drinking that brown bitch Riding in a drop with a Glock and a fucking stick VVS all on my neck, hold up 100 round drum in that TEC, hold up Pull up on you in a Vette, hold up Pull up, bitches break their neck, hold up Pull up on you in a ghost, hold up Pull up, break your bitchs throat, hold up Niggas think I make money rapping but bitch Im still selling dope Im in DC with my nigga Lightshow Went to Avianne now my fucking ice glow And I keep a pistol everywhere that I go I dont need no fucking shooter, young Savage gon blow We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters We got army guns like the fucking fighters Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve Talk her out her panties if I say the right words Promise I dont think I could get any higher Had to write a thank you note to my supplier Please dont cut them lights on when Im riding by, sir Please dont cut them lights on, I am smoking fire Please dont hit the lights, that shit is bright Please dont hit the lights, this prescription in my Sprite Please dont hit the lights, chopper on the seat inside Please dont hit the lights, I might have to spend the night At the jailhouse, wait inside that bitch til I get bailed out Outed by a black cop, damn he a sellout Most these niggas rats, they walkin round here with they tail out Aint eyeballing shit, I whip this motherfucking scale out I thank god for rap but Im a motherfucking trap god Lot of niggas down so my first speed dial is my strap guy I didnt go to college, I rap automatics, cap guys Finna pull up really really deep like a capper We get product and we split that shit up like a hot pie My bitch like to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie AR-15 bullet bout the same length as a hot fry Wore that bitchs own designer bag like a fly guy We got the all the drugs, we just need the lighters We got army guns like the fucking fighters Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve Talk her out her panties if I say the right words Promise I dont think I could get any higher Had to write a thank you note to my supplier Please dont cut them lights on when Im riding by, sir Please dont cut them lights on, I am smoking fire

Aye Hunnid K spent on a whip Hunnid K spent on a whip Hunnid K spent on a whip Hunnid K spent on a whip Young Metro Hunnid K spent on a whip Hunnid K spent on a whip Hunnid K spent on a whip If young Metro dont trust you, Im gon shoot you Hunnid K spent on a whip, pause Hunnid K spent on my bitch, pause Hunnid K spent in the VIP, pause Pause Whipping up dope in the pot, pause 30 round clip on my Glock, pause Pull up then somebody shot, pause Pause Niggas callin 12 , niggas callin 12 We keep it in the street , we dont want your ass in jail I got clientele off that triple beam scale Got his ass killed tryna run off with a bale I just spent 15 hunnid on a belt 15 hunnid on my main bitch hair Yeah Im real right, I took a oath not to tell If you try the gang, we gon shoot you like Adele I was runnin up with fifties, man, one-five for a fifty, man Three grand for a hunnid, man, AK hold a hunnid, man AK hold two hunnid, man , pull up in a mini-van Suckin on her titties, man, she gon fuck me an my man I just walked up out the bank, fold my money, bitch, I cant I just drunk a hunnid pints, I just smoked a pound of dank Yeah, pause, yeah, pause Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause Wow, pause, wow, pause Hit the dope, pause Hit your ho, pause Whip the bowl, pause Rob the stove, pause That was back in the day But I still walk round with Ks But I still catch me a case Shot to the head, to the face Bitch, you gon stay in your place Bitch, I might nut on your face Bitch, I might nut on your buddy Bitch, aint no lovin, no cuddlin Bitch, Im gon shoot like Im Butler Young Savage shoot like D Rose, pause Young Savage cuffin these hoes, I aint got nothin but dick I be on syrup like I cough Young Metro know that he hot, sauce Wanna see me, then its gon cost Went from the projects to a loft Since I was young, I done broke laws Since I was young, I done broke jaws She suck the dick like she got four jaws Bitch Im a dog with no pause Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Hol up, bitch, hol up What you talkin bout? Bitch, bitch, it aint bout no check Bitch, bitch, I dont wanna hear that shit Bitch, bitch, Young Savage in this bitch, bitch Bitch, tryna nut on all on your main bitch Bitch, bitch, Im still with the gang, bitch Bitch, better stay in your lane, bitch Yeah, better stay in your lane, ho Ayy, I got gas like Rainbow Ayy, I got choppers like Rambo Ayy, they just freed my nigga, Rambo Ayy, Slaughter Gang, bitch, and we got ammo Ayy, I dont wear no motherfuckin camo Ayy, I just bought a motherfuckin Lambo Ayy, I just popped the roof and popped the Fuck it, keep all that

Life aint been no walk through the park, where do I start? Young nigga selling rock and robbin, just not to starve He never paid attention in school, cant get a job Plus he confused, most of his partners behind bars, he turned to God Asking Him why he was dealt these cards, he feeling odd His blood is cold, his hearts scarred but hes a street nigga He got a pistol, he gon eat nigga He give a fuck about a bitch or a weak nigga and thats real And if that aint real then tell me what it is My cousin, 19, they gave his ass 20 years My nigga Larry died and Im still shedding tears But I salute him cause he kept it real But theres a lot of fakes Backstabbing ass hoes and snakes They turn on their people for a little piece of cake And when you make it to the top, these fuck niggas hate But Im okay cause I know one day That Ima leave and they gon know that I was 100 21, bitch

Hah Guwop 21 21 Gato Hah , hah Real Zone 6, nigga, straight up I look just like it Diamond chains on, they bitin Choke you, cant breathe Choker chain bitin’ like Tyson Start with no keys I used to ride around with no license My diamonds on freeze But the old me would rob Mike Tyson Your bitch chose me Got a cuff with no key but we solid Why the feds on me? Didnt they hear on Slippery Im nonviolent? Damn chain still icy Still gamblin at the partment, shootin dices I did kill Bill, I kill his ass in Volume 2 if he try me Do it for the culture Do it for the vultures, not smilin The low life grinders Give a fuck, I give a fuck, just like em Hotbox strike you Livin’ life by the gun like a Viking I know I’m not a lick But I know I probably look just like it Lookin just like it Not a lick, but I’m lookin just like it Im lookin just like it Sell a brick, hit a lick, yeah I’m lookin just like it Im lookin just like it Not a lick, but I know Im probably lookin just like it She lookin just like it Super thick, super lit, yeah she lookin just like it Hot rifle Savage still ride with no license Turned 19 Bought a 79 Camaro with nitrous Nigga, them facts Collier Ridge, nigga, I was sellin that pack Zone 6 niggas dont lack Ridin down Moreland Ave, nigga, Im strapped Nigga, I pop it Fifty cal on me so big, gotta jump out the car just to cock it You dont want smoke, nigga, stop it Yall aint got enough bodies Look like a lick, dare a nigga try to rob me 4L Gang, nigga killin is a hobby Nigga, you aint hard, you just geekin on molly All these VVSs got me lookin like Follies Im on TV I used to sell dope at BP, yeah G-body Cutlass Sold QPs at the QT Ill give your ass a hundred thousand if you find an SI Nigga, these VVs Lookin just like it Walkin lick but I keep the H-E-A-T Lookin just like it Not a lick, but Im lookin just like it Im lookin just like it Sell a brick, hit a lick, yeah Im lookin just like it Im lookin just like it Not a lick, but I know Im probably lookin just like it She lookin just like it Super thick, super lit, yeah she lookin just like it

Whippin the work bitch Slaughter gang murk shit We pull up and hurt shit I shoot like Steph Curry I keep me a 30 My rifles be dirty She suck like its no teeth She suck like its no teeth I’m, we’re the dope be I got that dope D I ball like Im Kobe I shoot like Ginobli These niggas the police I dont want no peace Im redder than nose bleed No trusting these hoes freaks 21 gang in this bitch You niggas is lame in this bitch We might fuck yo mane in this bitch We might run a train on that bitch Im slaughter gang savage so what? Slaughter gang pull up with what 30 round nigga duck 30 mo nigga duck 50 round drum on that what 100 round drum on that what She suck it and lick it back up I pull out and nut on her butt I do not talk to no cops Bitch I came straight from the block She think that Im dumb but Im not I know that this bitch is a Thot Water diamonds like a yacht Im on a yacht gettin top You play with the game you get shot You think its a game but its not 50 karats on my watch Since I was young I loved Glocks Since I was young I loved pots Bitch Im thuggin like Im Pac Whippin the work bitch Slaughter gang murk shit We pull up and hurt shit I shoot like Stephen curry I keep me a 30 My rifles be dirty She suck like its no teeth She suck like its no teeth Im with Adobe I got that dope D I ball like Im Kobe I shoot like Ginobli These niggas the police I dont want no peace Im redder than nose bleed No trusting these hoes freaks Im still on my shit lil nigga Still a get hit lil nigga My niggas get rid of niggas They callin me Hitler nigga I heard you a bitch lil nigga You aint shot shit lil nigga You aint with the shit lil nigga I used to hit licks lil nigga Im tryna take care of the fam Backwood full of grams Young savage bitch, yeah Im average shit Hunnit thousand vacuum sealed rubber band this shit Im extravagant I aint with that average shit Pull up hanging out the window and Im clappin shit Ask my momma nigga Im wit it I aint just rappin shit Im rappin shit , Gang banging shit How the fuck is you my ex when I aint claimin shit? Whippin the work bitch Slaughter gang murk shit We pull up and hurt shit I shoot like Steph Curry I keep me a 30 My rifles be dirty She suck like its no teeth She suck like its no teeth Im with Adobe I got that dope D I ball like Im Kobe I shoot like Ginobli These niggas the police I dont want no peace Im redder than bleed No trusting these hoes freaks

Mhm, mm, blrrrd, blrrrd Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd Blrrrd, ayy, ayy, who want smoke? Tell him meet face-to-face Remember back in leventh grade, I dirtied up my only K Get my round applause, in a couple months I done made a way Im why niggas dropped the Rollies and went to the Cartiers Know Im a hood nigga, I mismatch designer with the Js Though Im still posted on the block, eat a box of Churchs before a steak Amiris and the Burberry trench coat, extend, I hide the Drac Backdoor gang, Im king snake, still quick to bake your ass a cake Blrrrd Might take this pussy chain, snap it up and go live with it He try to buy it back, rob him again, my mind different Know K-D gon score for me, I gotta keep slime with me I been up since 6:00, I done made forty racks fore 9:50 Just keep pourin and rollin up, watchin the gang from the kitchen Condo on the stadium, keep goin up, we finally livin Stay up on your Ps and Qs around me, go get on the business And keep it solid every situation, dont you go to squealin B-A-C-G, big Shiesty Gang, dont come around, this shit get sticky His background check came back today, it said you got booked for your Blicky Blrrrd, you got booked for your Blicky Backstage, dab up for your Blicky Blrrrd, ayy, ayy, who want smoke? Tell him meet face-to-face Remember back in leventh grade, I dirtied up my only K Get my round applause, in a couple months I done made a way Im why niggas dropped the Rollies and went to the Cartiers Know Im a hood nigga, I mismatch designer with the Js Though Im still posted on the block, eat a box of Churchs before a stake Amiris and the Burberry trench coat, extend, I hide the Drac Backdoor gang, Im king snake, still quick to bake your ass a cake Closin the deal, got a stick in the briefcase Rob me a rapper, sell the chain on eBay I dont wanna rap bout nothin but gunplay Catch him at a light, we gonna leave him on a one-way Big 4L, Im the real big Dealin with the law, he a real pig I done fucked around, had a rubber in my pocket Said, I dont wanna hit raw, but I still did Glennwood Road where they kill shit Walk a nigga down with a Kel-Tec Nigga aint trust me with his strap So he took the clip out, he a real bitch Im from the six where they shiesty Leave your man brain on your right knee All these opps got whacked I know they prayin that the folks indict me Bitch, Im a player, cant wipe me Never been a ho, not even slightly When Im on the road, got a model who Skype me If I get fucked up, shawty gon write me Blrrrd, ayy, ayy, who want smoke? Tell him meet face-to-face Remember back in leventh grade, I dirtied up my only K Get my round applause, in a couple months I done made a way Im why niggas dropped the Rollies and went to the Cartiers Know Im a hood nigga, I mismatch designer with the Js Though Im still posted on the block, eat a box of Churchs before a stake Amiris and the Burberry trench coat, extend, I hide the Drac Backdoor gang, Im king snake, still quick to bake your ass a cake Blrrrd

Im so motherfucking picky She aint fucking then she dipping If it aint tinted, I aint in it Cuz Im so motherfucking picky Thousand dollars on Giuseppes You better watch where you stepping Im young, dumb and Im reckless Eighty thousand on a necklace Cuz Im so motherfucking picky Im fucking picky, 21 Savage all I do is count digits I cook a brick, I flip a brick, I fucking whip it I hit Lenox, spend ten, Im fucking ridiculous I pulled up on his bitch, she acting stiff Bitch you better suck a dick or you gotta dip I got real shooters round me, they gone fucking flip You dont see this fucking extendo, better watch ya lip Cuz well trip nigga The money come first and these bitches last nigga I like counting cash nigga, I like smoking gas nigga 200 on the dash nigga, all my cars fast All my bitches thick, I love a fat ass Im so motherfucking picky She aint fucking then she dipping If it aint tinted, I aint in it Cuz Im so motherfucking picky Thousand dollars on Giuseppes You better watch where you stepping Im young, dumb and Im reckless Eighty thousand on a necklace Cuz Im so motherfucking picky Im young dumb and Im reckless Im playing with blocks like tetris I dont tote smith and Wesson This a Glock 40 get to stepping This dope came from Peru, I got a deuce deuce in my shoe I got santan, wanna boot? I bought my side ho a coupe That bitch came with no roof These niggas lying Im the truth 21, 21, 21 21 Savage, Im in love with the money Got a hundred round drum, on the bottom of my Tommy Baw baw baw! graw graw graw! Pussy nigga get to running, boot up, boot up, like a motherfucking zombie Im so motherfucking picky She aint fucking then she dipping If it aint tinted, I aint in it Cuz Im so motherfucking picky Thousand dollars on Giuseppes You better watch where you stepping Im young, dumb and Im reckless Eighty thousand on a necklace Cuz Im so motherfucking picky

Zaytoven Uh-huh Paper route business fuck niggas Yeah, yeah, woah Yeah, woah Yeah, woah Yeah, woah yeah Im in something foreign doin a buck 50 She gave that pussy to a trapper now she stuck with me If you know what Im bout then you know whats up with me A whole lotta pharmaceuticals and good weed Ay, catch me in the trap where all the drugs at With all the street niggas and the hoodrats Yeah, I could fuck it up and get it right back Im from you aint shit if you aint got a sack 21, 21, 21 Im in Zone 6 to Memphis, thats a lot of drug dealin My bitches say Im nonchalant cause I dont got feelins I just went and bought a drop, it aint got no ceilin You went and signed your life away cause you a broke nigga Im a trapper, rapper, and Im cutthroat, nigga I get a lot of money and a lot of throat, nigga Plus I scrape the sides up Better not size us Pillow talkin, Kanye West, you get your jaw wired up Im in something foreign doin a buck 50 She gave that pussy to a trapper now she stuck with me If you know what Im bout then you know whats up with me A whole lotta pharmaceuticals and good weed Ay, catch me in the trap where all the drugs at With all the street niggas and the hoodrats Yeah, I could fuck it up and get it right back Im from you aint shit if you aint got a sack Yeah I just bought an orange soda and poured red in it Might go buy a Bentley just to get some head in it Got a trap house full of work and aint no bed in it Another house I take no one cause I got bread in it Got the job done , no evidence Im infatuated with dead presidents Im smokin big blunts, loadin big guns Im with 21 , here I come Im in Zone 4 doin a buck 50 She gave that pussy to a trapper now she stuck with me If you know what Im bout then you know whats up with me A whole lotta pharmaceuticals and good weed Ay, catch me in the trap where all the drugs at With all the street niggas and the hoodrats Yeah, I could fuck it up and get it right back Im from you aint shit if you aint got a sack Yeah

Damn my neck shine like a bitch Damn my neck shine like a bitch Damn my wrist shine like a bitch Damn my wrist shine like a bitch, damn Damn my neck shine like a bitch Damn my neck shine like a bitch Damn my neck shine like a bitch, woah, woah Damn my neck shine like a bitch Bitch check the ice on my wrist Check out my diamonds they polar, my wrist getting colder, my neck lookin frozen I just made a twenty flexin in a Bentley, it was me and Quavo ridin down Ocean Twenty-two diamonds they realer got red rubies in my necklaces look like Thriller Got killers on killers, they shoot for Lil Boat, though I dont do no drugs, but my bitch, she do coke though Ridin on ridin in that motherfuckin Volvo A nigga so up that he feelin like Pablo Posin and fuckin up pics for the Fader Young nigga, your Father, I feel like Darth Vader My niggas be hittin them juugs and them capers Cant bring them around cause them niggas on papers Stunt! Fuck up the fuck up my bitch lookin stuck up I count up then count up then recount the count up for reassurance I might crash the whip that got no insurance Fuck that lil bitch with the long endurance Chains on my neck look like water currents Look up to me like Lil Boat is Mufasa I dropped out of school and made more than your doctor, Im proper Damn my wrist shine like a bitch Damn my neck shine like a bitch Damn my neck shine like a bitch Damn my neck shine like a bitch Damn my wrist shine like a bitch Damn my neck shine like a bitch, damn Damn my neck shine like a bitch, woah Damn my wrist shine like a bitch, fuck Damn my wrist shine like a bitch Damn my wrist shine like a bitch Damn my neck shine like a bitch, damn Damn my wrist shine like a bitch, woah, damn Damn, damn, damn my neck shine like a bitch Damn my wrist shine like a bitch Damn my wrist shine like a bitch, fuck Twenty-One, my wrist water bitch she goin swimmin Beat a nigga ass and snatch his pendant Thirty on my wrist and Im independent Skrt-skrt came in scrapin the bowl Young Savage really trappin the four Twenty-two carats he wrapped up in gold Chasin money, you wrapped up with your hoe Bitch I started that, put some holes in your starter cap My wrist water, like Lil Boat, put big dick in a lil hoe And Im slaughter gang, and we hurt shit Put a nigga in the hearse shit Buying cars aint no hurt shit And my pistol hot like jerk chicken Damn my wrist shine like a bitch Damn my neck shine like a bitch Damn my neck shine like a bitch Damn my neck shine like a bitch Damn my wrist shine like a bitch Damn my neck shine like a bitch, damn Damn my neck shine like a bitch, woah Damn my wrist shine like a bitch, fuck Damn my wrist shine like a bitch Damn my wrist shine like a bitch Damn my neck shine like a bitch, damn Damn my wrist shine like a bitch, woah, damn Damn, damn, damn my neck shine like a bitch Damn my wrist shine like a bitch Damn my wrist shine like a bitch, fuck

Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, 21, 21 Got a vacuum sealed machine and a digital scale Ridin’ in a new Rari and Im lookin’ for 12 Tommy guns and trench coats, wackin’ like Joe Pesci Actin’ like I owe you somethin’ you gon miss yo blessin’ CVS drugs, lean, pills, one-stop shop I got big big bullets, that’s a one shot Glock And I fucked yo baby mama, she cannot give Top I make savage music nigga, this is not hip-hop Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop He aint bout the money I aint talkin, nigga He aint bout the money get to walkin, nigga And I got your main bitch stalkin nigga Put a hole in yo head like a dolphin nigga Fur costs 100, that’s ostrich nigga Swimmin’ in the pussy, that’s aqua, nigga Diamonds drippin’ on me that’s faucet, nigga All my niggas on they own boss shit, nigga Skrt skrt skrt, pyrex on lock Pew! pew! silence on that Heckler and Koch I’m sippin’ Actavis nigga, this aint scotch I listen to yo tape and nigga you aint hot Young Savage, man this shit so easy Nigga so high, that I’m talkin’ to Jesus Bitch I want no pussy, bitch get on yo knees-us Nigga watch where you walkin’, you just stepped on my Yeezys Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop He aint bout the money I aint talkin, nigga He aint bout the money get to walkin, nigga And I got your main bitch stalkin nigga Put a hole in yo head like a dolphin nigga Fur costs 100, that’s ostrich nigga Swimmin’ in the pussy, that’s aqua, nigga Diamonds drippin’ on me that’s faucet, nigga All my niggas on they own boss shit, nigga Chains on rains on diamonds on free nigga Tryna turn that bitch into your wife and she the squeeze nigga Saint Laurent and Goyard gon cover all of me nigga And I’m reckless, check shit, Nike nigga And I keep a uzi, shoot a movie, Spike Lee nigga And I’m on that Act, I poured a four and ice tea, nigga Thought you was a gangsta, you detective Ice-T nigga Tryna clone a nigga, bummy boy you not me, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin drop He aint bout the money I aint talkin, nigga He aint bout the money get to walkin, nigga And I got your main bitch stalkin nigga Put a hole in yo head like a dolphin nigga Fur costs 100, that’s ostrich nigga Swimmin’ in the pussy, that’s aqua, nigga Diamonds drippin’ on me that’s faucet, nigga All my niggas on they own boss shit, nigga

Yeah Yall niggas dont know Well Ima let yall know This just how the gang go Oh Lord, Jetson made another... He got a hundred, we slime He got the money, we slime Pull up on her then we slime Talking bout they is so slime I dont think yall niggas slime Have you ever seen a slime? Walking round, the world slime Drippin on a nigga slime Yall niggas not slime All of my young niggas slime All of my young niggas ride Say one word and they fine A lot of niggas start dyin A lot of mamas start cryin Yeah, a lot of mamas start cryin A lot of niggas start lyin Pussy nigga, try to play Ill have ya ass duct-taped Everything that I say A young nigga gon spray Hah, yeah, nigga , we gon spray Yall niggas wanna play I just ride with the K Call up BJ Yall know how he play He gon call lil juke Just to bring all the juice Know dem pistols got extensions Everybody come up missin A lot of niggas talking crazy I tell a lot of niggas really bitches Yeah, I heard about your nigga Pussy nigga still snitchin Tryna play like a gangsta Pussy til you seen a slime Slime wipe yo ass behind Yall dont know about the slime Ima backstab a nigga Shout out to the Slaughter Gang Shout out to the two guns Yeah, Im still murder gang I will never ever change Nigga change for the fame Yeah, them pussy niggas lame Huh, ya lame He got a hundred, we slime He got the money, we slime Pull up on her then we slime Talking bout they is so slime I dont think yall niggas slime Have you ever seen a slime? Walking round, the world slime Drippin on a nigga slime Yall niggas not slime All of my young niggas slime All of my young niggas ride Say one word and they fine A lot of niggas start dyin A lot of mamas start cryin Yeah , a lot of mamas start cryin Roll the window down and... Roll it down and start firin Young Savage king slaughter, bitch You know I keep extendo on my .9 Keep extendo on my .9 Backdoor for a dime Nudy brought em to the partments stripped em naked had the pussy nigga cryin I got niggas doin time, yeah Slime a nigga for a whole bill All my niggas solid, wont tell What you wont do the next ho will Stick together, nigga, no jail Rock-solid, yeah, shell Air it out, lot of shells Your bitches freaky, I tell You know blood thicker than water You know we slaughter your daughter We act like we paid for that order They seen me go back across that border Put it in the pot and boil it Im on fire, bitch, Im scorchin Slime a nigga like some ports Every pack I get I short em Twenty K in both pockets, yeah, I slime Pull up on apartments and I slime She gon let a nigga get behind it She might wipe ya nose because she slimy He got a hundred, we slime He got the money, we slime Pull up on her then we slime Talking bout they is so slime I dont think yall niggas slime Have you ever seen a slime? Walking round, the world slime Drippin on a nigga slime Yall niggas not slime All of my young niggas slime All of my young niggas ride Say one word and they fine A lot of niggas start dyin A lot of mamas start cryin Yeah , a lot of mamas start cryin

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 21 Savage bitch Ricky Racks I got racks in my pocket I got racks in my Racks in my pocket I got racks in my pocket Racks in my pocket I got racks in my pocket Racks in my pocket I got racks in my pocket Got it I keep a Glock in my pocket nigga 21, I keep a Glock in my pocket nigga 21, I keep them racks in my pocket I keep that Glock in my pocket I keep the racks in my pocket, 21 Yeah Im in the kitchen nigga scrapin bowls, savage Im in the hotel fuckin hoes, savage I count up blue hundreds nigga, yeah-yeah I hang around with real gunners nigga 21, savage niggall hot bun a nigga, ya digg? Thumbin through them racks, thumbin nigga, ya digg? Bombin shit like Osama nigga 21, ran off on a nigga momma nigga 21, I fuck niggas sisters Then they get dismisssed I cant cuff a bitch All I do is fuck these hoes Kick them to the curb Pull up on a country nigga Pull a pistol, take his fuckin bird, ya digg? Bitch, I dont let a nigga dig it I know that these bitches dig it I got two bitches kissin Im in the kitchen Yeah, scrapin bowls, nigga washin dishes 21, Im a boss nigga you a pigeon 21, Im boss and nigga you a peasant Glock .40 on me with the hollow tips Send a fuck nigga straight to Heaven Hah, freestyle, all I do is freestyle 21, Nick Cannon cause a young nigga wild 21, nah nigga this aint no motherfuckin Plies 21, run up on me, get shot in the eye 21, Rollie on me cost like 30 thousand, ya digg? Got your bitch snortin coke on a mountain, ya digg? I be higher than Stone Mountain, ya digg? Bitch Im high like Stone Mountain, ya digg? Diamonds in my watch like Stone Mountain, yeah Them rocks big, bitch my Glock big The cop big, the car big, Im a star bitch HotNewHipHop, bitch I got a hot new Glock Got a hot new pot, cookin crack, cookin crack Free Slime Nudy cause he comin back Free Young Tel cause he comin back Run off with your money, aint comin back Boy you know that shit gone Boy you know you addin wrong Boy you know my money long And my bitch hair long And my swisha blunt strong And my car go fast And I smoke a lot of gas I dont sell a lot of swag But I got a lot of swag And I spend a lot of cash Yeah, hit the gas, hit the gas, smash off Huh, hit her from the back and took her ass off Bitch you know I like to cash out Nigga know I like to cash out Bitch I get it in the cash app Im in New York with the Slaughter Gang Bitch you know we like to slaughter things We dont want to fuck on your main We just wanna fuck your side bitch You know I got a side bitch And I keep me about five bitch And I hmmvam like a vibe bitch Smokin weed, I know a nigga feel the vibe bitch Yeah,

Yeah, nigga Whats up with all that Twitter shit nigga you was talking nigga? What you thought I was like the rest of these rap niggas nigga? Na nigga we gon catch you at the show, nigga, and beat the shit outchea 21! Bitch nigga please Bitch nigga please Bitch nigga please Bitch nigga please Bitch nigga please Bitch nigga please Bitch nigga please Got a hundred Ps, in the trunk of my car Got a hundred Gs, in the trunk of my car Got a hundred choppas, on the block, what you want Got a hundred shooters, theyll give you want you want Give you what you want Ill give you what you want Bitch I got a choppa in my motherfuckin trunk Pop the trunk, pull it out, nigga then I dump Pop the trunk, pull it out, nigga better run Aye Im 21 savage bitch I whip the work Aye 21 savage bitch I whip the work Aye I pull up on yo bitch and then yo bitch gone flirt Aye I pull her panties down and hit her through her skirt Bitch I just bought a new Corvette Young savage I run through all them checks I like poppin fucking Percocets She gone suck me up and give me sex Bitch nigga please Bitch nigga please Bitch nigga please Bitch nigga please Bitch nigga please Bitch nigga please Bitch nigga please Got a hundred Ps, in the trunk of my car Got a hundred Gs, in the trunk of my car Got a hundred choppas, on the block, what you want Got a hundred shooters, theyll give ya want you want I load up the choppa hoe Bitch Im robber hoe You just a rapper hoe Dont make me clap ya hoe I scrape the sides of the bowl I scrape the sides a lil more I just might wipe ya nose Strip a nigga out his clothes Bitch Im sticking to the code Young savage wont fold Hundreds on me wont fold 20 thousand on gold Broke ass, rapping ass, pussy ass, bitch ass nigga Ill slap ya Slaughter gang, Murda gang, 21 gang nigga well clap ya 21! Bitch nigga please Fuck nigga please Pussy nigga please Hoe nigga please Scary nigga please Fuck nigga please Bitch nigga please Got a hundred Ps, in the trunk, of yo car I got a hundred choppas, dropped down on yo car Nigga Im young savage Nigga Im young savage Yea you thought that I was flexing nigga I heard you got a show coming up nigga. Slaughter gang in the building nigga We gon stomp yo ass out nigga and take yo chain nigga and put you on world start nigga 21!

I Be in the jungle with the Lions and gorillas Give me a butter knife i bet I make them chinchillas Fuck you got that pistol? You aint even kin to no killer All my niggas banging throwing up signs in there pictures Popping percs got 10 cups, tryna get my bitch friend to fuck Hop out bust a nigga then what, you better not flee chuck ya chin up Where Im from retaliation is a must, 40 Clip longer then a bus Turn ya Women Crush into a Slut Booke steph Curry in a Clutch, who the fuck said they want war with us? 90 Set all I know is 21 Montana murder shit for fun They just sit around and waiting getting some You a hoe you talk too crazy you gong six 30 Shouldnt let a fuck nigga walk, now they investigate Red Rag, Blue Rag, Nigga what ya banging? I pour me up a 4 and then I pop me a xanny Hate to break the News, Your Favorite Rapper is a Faggot And ever since a youngin i been motherfucking trappin I pull up in a Fisker and your bitch gonna drop them panties I ran off from my plug and then I went and bought a mansion Said you know 21 like bitch you know we havin Miss me with that sucka shit I’m not your baby daddy Dedication to my situation Got me concentrating on my transformation Making preparations for some bigger shit I wany the destination to them figures bitch Just trynna get it hoe I gotta have it Tell me how run and get some That a savage nigga for the money Met up with another savage With a funny way of always have shit Just the confirmation of always having shit How we offing niggas swear we offing niggas Niggas aint talking smoke but we coughing niggas See this tragic nigga never magic nigga How we make a nigga disappear When niggas make mistakes Try to interfear the shit Don’t let me overhear you coming over here I be the volunteer to finish your career You fuck with my niggas we going gorillas Hoe we at your neck Im killimg niggas that’s my only hope Got 21 hundred niggas That’ll murdaa every nigga you know) Red Rag, Blue Rag, Nigga what ya banging? I pour me up a 4 and then I pop me a xanny Hate to break the News, Your Favorite Rapper is a Faggot And ever since a youngin i been motherfucking trappin I pull up in a and your bitch gonna drop them panties I ran off from my plug and then i went and bought a mansion Said you know 21 like bitch you know we havin Miss me with that sucka shit I’m not your baby daddy Ran off on my plug , and then went and bought a mansion I just poured a 4, i swear it taste like cotton candy Thought he had a brick, he bust it open and it was plastic Yeah im with that taking shit, Cause bitch im bout that action I pull up in that Aston Jackson bitch im flexing Run off with ya money Ill be gone in 60 seconds Bitch Im on the Percocets about to lose my breath Players in my sections, pussy nigga get the stepping Bitch you know Im Blood, but i still be with them 60s All these Hoes love a young nigga cause im dripping I got Gas bags 33, Scotty Pippin Im on papers I cant smoke with you Im Geeking like a hippie Red Rag, Blue Rag, Nigga what ya banging? I pour me up a 4 and then I pop me a xanny Hate to break the News, Your Favorite Rapper is a Faggot And ever since a youngin i been motherfucking trappin I pull up in a Fisker] and your bitch gonna drop them panties I ran off from my plug and then i went and bought a mansion Said you know 21 like bitch you know we havin Miss me with that sucka shit I’m not your baby daddy

I.Trez on the track What they say they say? They say you aint goin hard like you used to Man whats goin on? They say they want that mothafuckin 2013 feel, man Whats goin on, man? They say you aint goin hard, Bib I say Im still goin hard for the squad, swear to God All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin like some broads Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad Niggas in their feelings, they be actin like some broads Say Im still goin hard for the squad, swear to God All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin like some broads Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad I dont rock with niggas, they some fakes and theyre frauds I say I dont rock with niggas, cause theyre fake and theyre fraud All my youngins pull his card, and they down to catch a charge See you talk it, but I live it, yeah all my niggas with it When it come to the money, Im a savage, I go get it I just be countin them faces, I just be flyin to places Used to record in the basement, young Hov in the makin Bibby Ross, Im the boss, buy it all, fuck the cost Every king take a loss, goin hard, never soft I say Im still goin hard for the squad, swear to God All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin like some broads Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad Niggas in their feelings, they be actin like some broads Say Im still goin hard for the squad, swear to God All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin like some broads Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad I dont rock with niggas, they some fakes and theyre frauds Niggas actin like hoes My watch VVS, nigga and my teeth gold Ima shoot that choppa like a free throw Bitch Ima shoot that choppa like a free throw You put a ring on that bitch and she a freak ho I got three trap spots and I got four bowls I got five AKs and I got six Uzis I got seven bitches gettin ate in the jacuzzi Young Savage and I taste like candy, wanna chew it? Bitch I get that check, and you know a nigga blew it Pull up on your street like Doe and cut the lights off VVS diamonds shinin when them lights off Make you take your ice off She got a fat ass, and her nigga soft Bitch I rep that double M like Rick Ross My bitch bad, she say Im poppin like her lip gloss Got a big dick, finna fuck her lips up I say Im still goin hard for the squad, swear to God All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin like some broads Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad Niggas in their feelings, they be actin like some broads Say Im still goin hard for the squad, swear to God All these niggas in their feelings, they be actin like some broads Bout to buy a mansion in the A for the squad I dont rock with niggas, they some fakes and theyre frauds

Zaytoven 21 Savage 21, 21 Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter Your daughter, your daughter, your daughter We slaughter her, your daughter 21, 21, 21 21 21 Pull up in yo trap niggas scatter like roaches All my close friends drug dealers and vultures Im sippin out a coffee cup but this aint Folgers I know you still mad about the brick that I sold I cook me up a brick and went and bought me a Rollsie Im playin with the rock like my real name is Hova AK-47 still strapped to my shoulder Them niggas tote choppers like them niggas from Magnolia I fucked a niggas bitch I fucked another niggas bitch When you gettin money you can fuck a niggas bitch VVS diamonds I done flooded out my wrist I aint talkin bout Toronto when I say Im in the 6 You know its hard out here for a pimp When you tryna get this money for a brick Reaching in your pocket feelin lit Fuck that Im running off with niggas shit All the codeine and gas money spent You had bands now you aint even got a zip All your homeboys fuckin on your bitch Fuck that you better take a niggas shit Take a niggas shit you better take a niggas shit I just took a niggas shit and flooded out my wrist Rappin ass nigga you aint really with the shit You aint never sold no coke and you aint never hit a lick You drove all the way from Macon thought he came to buy a brick But we stripped him left him naked he had nothing but his dick Man we pull up like the Secret Service, nothin bout no sticks Mess with 21 Savage, they gon put you on a list You know its hard out here for a pimp When you tryna get this money for a brick Reaching in your pocket feelin lit Fuck that Im running off with niggas shit All the codeine and gas money spent You had bands now you aint even got a zip All your homeboys fuckin on your bitch Fuck that you better take a niggas shit

I met a new Migo, He said he got kilos I met a new Migo, He said he got kilos I met a new Migo, He said he got kilos He asked me how much can I move, and i told him a few Im 21 Savage, I rob all my plugs, and He dont have a clue He told me they touch down in a week or two, so be ready to move A Week or two passed, He pulled up with bricks Im Looking like shit, Im Finna be rich I Took a brick, took a 9 out and turned it back into a brick And its still coming back, Nigga i got the cleanest dope in the six I got clean dope down, Big Migo he just changed my life If he pull up with a hunnit i might have to take his life ManMan Caught him at the back door he was looking like Papi why you wanna cross me I thought you was on my side I told you pussy nigga young savage with the bullshit Running off with niggas work, bitch Im with the bullshit Im a back stabber but Im really not with the cool shit I think the fuck shit that Im on should be a movement Million Dollar Lick Million Dollar Lick Million Dollar Lick Million Dollar Lick I just wanna hit a motherfucking Million Dollar Lick With A million dollar lick, you can fuck a bad bitch Million Dollar Lick Million Dollar Lick Million Dollar Lick Million Dollar Lick I just hit a million dollar lick, and went and ice my wrist I just hit a million dollar lick and brought it to the bricks I just hit a million dollar lick, Million dollar shit I just robbed a Migo for his bricks now im serving bricks Million Dollar Lick Million Dollar Lick Million Dollar Lick Million Dollar Lick I just wanna hit a motherfucking Million Dollar Lick With A million dollar lick, you can fuck a bad bitch Million Dollar Lick Million Dollar Lick Million Dollar Lick Million Dollar Lick I just hit a million dollar lick, and went and ice my wrist I just hit a million dollar lick and brought it to the bricks

Vette Pull up inna vette Pull up inna vette Audemar Piguet Pull up inna vette I just spent a check Pull up inna vette Pull up inna vette Pull up inna vette Audemar Piguet I got it off a brick, got it off a brick Pull up inna vette Pull up on ya bitch I just spent a check I just spent a check What you want for that pussy Ill pay, pay, pay Bitch I get money I get cake, cake, cake And I whip that dope like cake, cake, cake I dont want no features nigga gay, gay, gay Niggas gay, Im ashamed But Im still with that fucking slaughter gang That slaughter team, we paint the scene red You niggas scare red, and Im drinkin red Young savage, living lavish I picked yo hoe up then I took her to the cabin She wanna be with me her nigga is a has-been Bosch smoking in the back we look like cabbage Boy you smoking on that bush straight on that bad bitch Ill shop when I land dont need no baggage You wouldnt even know what to do if you had a bad bitch 100k on red bottoms for my stallion Hey Im still whippin work, whippin work, whippin work Choppa go beserk, go beserk, go beserk Put you on a shirt, on a shirt, on a shirt Get yo bitch cause she keep tryna flirt, tryna flirt Pull up inna vette Audemar Piguet I got it off a brick, got it off a brick Pull up inna vette Pull up on ya bitch I just spent a check I just spent a check What you want for that pussy Ill pay, pay, pay Bitch I get money I get cake, cake, cake And I whip that dope like cake, cake, cake I dont want no features nigga gay, gay, gay Ran out motherfucker with these boss it gonna stay like that Cant fuck with you snitches my boys youngin caught a case like that Mmm caught a case like that Hey caught a case like that mmm Imma stay way way way from em, like way way from em You niggas aint right kinda fishy I heard the track came with spiffy I respect you, but ya hoes I been trickin Betta watch what you puttin ya dick in Expensive pants cant even zip em Take a niggas pants if you strip him Nigga diamonds dancin like a stripper Pussy nigga playin gotta flip him Spot talk you know nothing bout it Drought nigga wont know nothing bout it Got the salt no dancing Shots if a fuck boy playin I send these lil hoes out the country I dont play about my money Still put ramen noodles on my tummy, yeah Every mall nigga bunkin, yeah Pull up inna vette Audemar Piguet I got it off a brick, got it off a brick Pull up inna vette Pull up on ya bitch I just spent a check I just spent a check What you want for that pussy Ill pay, pay, pay Bitch I get money I get cake, cake, cake And I whip that dope like cake, cake, cake I dont want no features nigga gay, gay, gay

East Atlanta Day We dont fuck with 12, nigga East Atlanta Day Nigga, East Atlanta Day I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day Its a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day 30s on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day Ima make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day Nigga, we dont give a fuck, nigga, East Atlanta Day Where ya from? Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day Walkin through my hood, lookin like a hundred bricks I got all this ice on me, shouldnt even brought out all this shit Its Zaytoven and C-Note and Big Gucci in this bitch Nigga put his hands on me, Im goin stupid in this bitch Eight-figure Gucci and Im lookin like the shit I got so much cash right now, dont know what to with all this shit Yo girlfriend lookin at me like a groupie in this bitch So Im bouta shoot my shot, I feel like Cupid in this bitch This for Edgewood, this for Kirkwood, I brought Glenwood in this bitch Got me feeling like a young nigga, might pull up with the stick Two hundred thousand dollar watch, I look just like a lick And the way lil mama switchin, you can tell she from the 6 I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day Its a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day Drop top Chevelle, nigga, East Atlanta Day Ima give them hell, nigga, East Atlanta Day We dont fuck with 12, nigga, East Atlanta Day Nigga, East Atlanta Day, nigga, East Atlanta Day 21 and PDE, thats the East Atlanta gang, I shot a lot of niggas with this East Atlanta K I robbed a lot of niggas in North Atlanta for their yay They didnt get no skraightenin, but they feel some type of way Drop down, broad day, niggas that Zone 6 shit We aint shoot nothin but them sticks Hit his car so many times, it did a backflip I aint got nun for a bitch, but a fat dick Leave a nigga with a fat lip, yeah, chains on me blingin ho Fucked yo baby momma, yo kids Pampers need some changin ho All I hang around is drug dealers, killas, bangin ho We run East Atlanta, dare you think we dont come skraightenin ho I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day Its a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day 30s on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day Ima make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day Nigga, we dont give a fuck, nigga, East Atlanta Day Where ya from? Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day Drop top Chevelle, nigga, East Atlanta Day Ima give them hell, nigga, East Atlanta Day We dont fuck with 12, nigga, East Atlanta Day Nigga, East Atlanta Day, nigga, East Atlanta Day

Im sippin Act, Im sippin Act This shit here worth more than cocaine Come get your hoe I got your hoe She say she wanna hang with the gang I wanna Bentley I want a rarri Wanna buy my bitch A ring Yeah Im fresh up out the trap But bitch Im dressed in Balmain You Niggas Know I Rep That Murda Terrorisin Like Hussein And my niggas juggin, servin Bouldercrest To Oakland Lane Trappin hard Im trappin Hard My Money taller than Jermaine Them Young nigga ready to roll Yea Give A Fuck about yo stain I Hit Yo Hoe For About An Hour Took a shower then I changed And I gave her A few hundred Cause I didnt have no change I spent a 20 on a Rollie With no diamonds it was plain No The Feds Investigating But Im Stiffer Than A Manne Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fuckin All These Bitches Fuckin All These Bitches Fuckin All These Bitches Fuckin All These Bitches Fuckin Niggas Bitches Countin All These Digits I Gave That Hoe A Cross Since She Wanna Act Like A Pigeon Bitch Im 21 Savage All My Cases Get Dismisses Ridin With Yo Baby Moma She Gonna Blow Me Like A Whistle I Pulled Up On Yo Bitch She Sucked My Pickle For A Nickle I Still Dont Trust These Bitches So I Hit Her With My Pistol You Know Slaughter Gang With Me Put Some Shots Inside Your Temple Still That Same Young Nigga Come Through Bustin Like A Pimple Im Pourin Syrup In My Double Cup She Asked To Hit My Cup Told That Bitch She Hit My Double Cup She Gotta Let Me Fuck I Dont Give A Fuck Still Runnin Off With Niggas Bucks Jump Out The Cut With The Forty Tucked Niggas Better Duck Hundred Rounds From Out That Choppa Ambulance Gonna Pick Him Up Nigga Miss Me With That Rap Shit Ill Still Hit You Up Thats On My Momma I Was Robbin I Was Takin I Was Young I Swear To God A 50 Slab Of Summer Mid That Was My Bond Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fucking Niggas Bitches Fuckin All These Bitches Fuckin All These Bitches Fuckin All These Bitches Fuckin All These Bitches

Man I feel like I deserve this shit I bought a Bentley because I deserve a new whip She cheated on me so yes I deserve a new bitch These niggas wasnt with me, they didnt help me grind for this shit I buy some chains for the bros, I dont got shit for these hos Is you a friend or a foe? Is you gonna cut a nigga throat? Aint no more going back broke, aint no more sharing no clothes Aint no more selling dope, 12 cant arrest me no more Shootouts on shootouts on shootouts on shootouts Young nigga done been on them shootouts Where yo ass was at dog? When we was in Wynhollows, nigga, with them tools out Compton Reds in the cut tryna hit the dope, nigga where the cut in Tied his partna up in the cut Me and Lil Harold had took a laptop That nigga had bussed so the nigga got popped Me and Johnny tried to rob everything Mookie tried to tell us, do the right thing Larry died, man, I cried twice Chevy went down the road nigga twice They tried to give my nigga T-Tay life Tip and Metro nigga ready to fight I keep Lotto with me, real ripe Pussy niggas, nigga we dont like Free Lil Tooto, he gon open a fight RIP Tayman, thats why I got that knife I dont get excited about the fame Bitch Im still with the same gang, bitch I still claim the same thing Still take a pussy nigga chain Man I feel like I deserve this shit I bought a Bentley because I deserve a new whip She cheated on me so yes I deserve a new bitch These niggas wasnt with me, they didnt have me grind for this shit I buy some chains for the bros, I dont got shit for these hos Is you a friend or a foe? Is you gonna cut a nigga throat? Aint no more going back broke, aint no more sharing no clothes Aint no more selling dope, 12 cant arrest me no more 12 cant arrest me no more, aint no roaches on the floor Aint no flowers in this clique, aint no flowers in this shit We done cut the snakes off, had to cut them niggas off Niggas dont wanna see you with nothing, unless you giving these niggas something I had to get me some money, bitch and that drum hold a hunnid You run up, you know that Im gunning, 2Pac nigga, thugging A lot of niggas changed on me, I just bought some chains on me I just bought a Range Rover, this shit aint bout the fame homie Mookie told me I deserve it, momma told me I deserve it I know if Tayman was alive, he would tell me I deserved it I got the sack and start splurgin, balling like Im James Worthy Pussy niggas aint worth it, before I did some other murders Man I feel like I deserve this shit I bought a Bentley because I deserve a new whip She cheated on me so yes I deserve a new bitch These niggas wasnt with me, they didnt have me grind for this shit I buy some chains for the bros, I dont got shit for these hos Is you a friend or a foe? Is you gonna cut a nigga throat? Aint no more going back broke, aint no more sharing no clothes Aint no more selling no dope , 12 cant arrest me no more

I just came up on a fucking lick ho Im not going for it shit no more I just turned up for my motherfucking homies Where you were when I was going through that bullshit? Where you were when I was going through that bullshit? Daddy got three, my brother took a two Been through so much shit, feel like I got shit to lose Road to hell way hot, my daddy out in there I just made your big homie pipe down, ya-ya I aint nothing to play with, I got childrens Lil bitch, where you were when it was blurry? Ya-ya-ya A lot of shit done changed, my mama doing good, ya I been spending a lot of money on shit I shouldnt Love life a movie, this shit outrageous I just dropped that motherfucking Love Life Pages Dae Dae came up quick that shit ridiculous In Atlanta trap you heard that DefAnition, ya-ya Bullshit, going through that bullshit Where-where you was? Where you was when I was going through that bullshit? Where-where you was? Yeah Woah, nigga where you was? I done trapped on boulevard where they was screaming cuz And when I trapped on boulevard I was still a blood That Glock 40 with a 30, nigga facts nigga Young Savage got a lot of fucking racks nigga Young Savage get a pussy nigga whacked nigga Where your ass was at when I aint had scraps nigga? Now you want Louis V and red bottoms, stop it ho I came straight from the bottom and Im cocky ho Aint no convo if them panties aint dropping ho You better suck me, you better fuck me Knock your favorite rapper over like Humpty When I was young, girls cousin used to hunch me I got rich, my baby mamas tryna dump me They like why your engine right there where your trunk be? Bull shit, bitch you know that pussy funky Milly Rock, Milly Rock, diamonds do the Milly Rock Bullshit, bullshit, you can get a full clip Pull up in something nasty nigga, yeah Im on that oh shit Bitch you know Im tacky, know Im hot, know I got pull bitch Bullshit, going through that bullshit Where-where you was? Where you was when I was going through that bullshit? Where-where you was? Yeah

Aye I pull up to the Yo with a chopper and my son Slaughter Gang bomb shit, nigga like Saddam 100 round drum on my stick 50 round drum on my hip I pull up and let the shit rip Bankroll like Im Tip Flipping work, acrobatic Who the fuck want static Young savage bitch Im shhh Young savage bitch Im trapping Catch a nigga ass in traffic Roll the window down and shhh Roll it down and let him have it We the ones causing havoc We the ones causing the havoc Make the white jump like a rabbit I took your bitch to the cabins Wipe your nose like Im Calvin Paid in full if you aint know I aint chasing no hoe I aint worried about a bitch I keep me extended clips Young savage, Fresh Jones I just poured a 4 inside a Jones I might take your baby mama home She gon suck me up and give me dome Rap niggas I aint really with it Shit you rapping about, bitch I really did it She aint got no money, I cant hit it Put some bullet holes in your fitted She let me nut on her titty If I say shovel, I dig it Gangbanging like Im Suge Red rag in my Dickies Slaughter Gang bitch I claim that Diss me, get aimed at Fuck around and get your chain snatched How much you pay for your chain back? Aye I pull up to the Yo with a chopper and my son Slaughter Gang bomb shit, nigga like Saddam 100 round drum on my stick 50 round drum on my hip I pull up and let the shit rip Bankroll like Im Tip Flipping work, acrobatic Who the fuck want static Young savage bitch Im shhh Young savage bitch Im trapping Catch a nigga ass in traffic Roll the window down and shhh Roll it down and let him have it We the ones causing havoc Cooking up cocaine Smoking on propane I cant wife a hoe, mane I just want throat, mane I keep a 30 on my waist Homicide, I beat the case Spray the stick like its some mace Get your whole block erased I get the shit from across the border Break them down and take your order You play with the gang, youll get slaughtered Pull up on your bitch and slaughter Fresh eating a turkey burger His chopper make you do the Shmurda Free that nigga Bobby Shmurda You niggas know I rep that murder These niggas sneak dissing, I know it I run through that check like Im Floyd Blowing money like Im Floyd Knock a nigga out like Floyd I just went to cop a Porsche I just went to cop a Rolls Strip a nigga out his clothes Your favorite rapper is a hoe Aye I pull up to the Yo with a chopper and my son Slaughter Gang bomb shit, nigga like Saddam 100 round drum on my stick 50 round drum on my hip I pull up and let the shit rip Bankroll like Im Tip Flipping work, acrobatic Who the fuck want static Young savage bitch Im shhh Young savage bitch Im trapping Catch a nigga ass in traffic Roll the window down and shhh Roll it down and let him have it We the ones causing havoc

21, 21, 21 Slaughter Gang 21 21 Gang Yall know what the fuck poppin Slaughter Gang shit 21, 21 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me, hold a 100 Pull up on your nigga, gun him Pull up on your niggas runnin 21, 21, 21 Pull up on you, get to clappin Slaughter Gang known for whackin Slaughter Gang known for trappin 21 Im 21 Savage, I play with them sticks 21 Savage, I play with them bricks 21 Savage, I play with your bitch Groupie bitches, I just nut on their lips Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that chop Slaughter Gang Savage a fool on the block Slaughter Gang Savage a fool with that Glock 12 gauge knock you outta your socks Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the bowl I got a white bitch, play with her nose VVS diamonds, yeah they froze So rich I bought my bitch a ring for her toe 50 thousand on me, hol up, 100 thousand on me, hol up 200 on a Bentley, hol up Im in this bitch doin... donuts Choppa hold me hold a 100, bitch Glock 40 with the 30 clip Z06 you know its runnin bitch Niggas fakin and we run it, bitch Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100 Choppa on me hold a 100

Made 100 thou in my trap house If ya money count short we cant work it out Ridin round the city with the choppers out Ima air it out Free Gucci ridin to that Chicken Talk Walk up in the trap, take her panties off Twenty band cash in the Goyard Crib has more TVs than Wal-Mart I was just juugin finessin Go ahead and teach me a lesson Bitch nigga you a peasant I was broke now Im flexing Too many rings like a champ Aint touchin a brick with no stamp My diamonds they look like a lamp I cut off a bitch like K Camp Bloody water in the grill Young nigga made mil Pop a pint, keep it trill Actavis with the seal In the kitchen, whip it up Gotcha baby momma with her panties off Trap talk bitch, Im the plug Ima fuck her, I cant give her no love Fuck a bitch, get the money Rich forever, chain stuntin Im in Neimans, drop 100 Im in Neimans, drop 100 In the kitchen, whip it up Gotcha baby momma with her panties off Trap talk bitch, Im the plug Ima fuck her, I cant give her no love Fuck a bitch, get the money Rich forever, chain stuntin Im in Neimans, drop 100 Im in Neimans, drop 100 5k on my teeth Fuck your bitch on the sheets Like Slime Nudy, I dont beef Roll the window down to eat Cut her off cause she a leach Im a savage Im a beast All this money, Im obese Fuckin freaks on the beach I aint the Kid but Im rich In the Rari with a stick Ima dog, Michael Vick Ima dog, Michael Vick They fuck round and hand me the torch Young niggas scrape the bowl with a fork Young nigga been jumped off the porch Swag a nigga like I came from New York I spent a rack on Margielas Smokin gas look like Donatello Skrt, skrt, scrape the pot with my elbow Playin with the kitty, Im not talkin hello Zone 6 is a motherfuckin hell hole Drinkin on Act, nigga fuck the yellow Savage cuff the bitch? Fuck no, hell no Fuck a diss song, Im lettin shells go In the kitchen, whip it up Gotcha baby momma with her panties off Trap talk bitch, Im the plug Ima fuck her, I cant give her no love Fuck a bitch, get the money Rich forever, chain stuntin Im in Neimans, drop 100 Im in Neimans, drop 100 In the kitchen, whip it up Gotcha baby momma with her panties off Trap talk bitch, Im the plug Ima fuck her, I cant give her no love Fuck a bitch, get the money Rich forever, chain stuntin Im in Neimans, drop 100 Im in Neimans, drop

Im afraid of forever And Im afraid like never Ima play with you for one night, one night All we ever need is one night, one night 21, 21 Im kissin on your neck for one night Ima treat you like my wife for one night Give you the Bentley, let you ride for one night And Ima put you on a flight the same night I got a problem and this shit aint really right I be switchin different women every night I dont save numbers, its a waste of time You say that you a wifey but you never could be mine One night, one night It might be the best night of your life They say I need to settle down, I tried Savage gettin married, phew, yeah, right Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Yous a drinker, yous a smoker Been a loner, you aint in the mix You a brick house, you a 36 Shawty on the low been gettin money in and out Shawty from the zoo, an animal like In-N-Out I aint bout commitment, show you what this pimpin bout If they aint told you, Ima tell you Im afraid of forever And Im afraid like never Ima play with you for one night, one night All we ever need is one night, one night, yeah Im kissin on your neck for one night Ima treat you like my wife for one night Ima play with you for one night, one night All we ever need is one night, one night Got a bitch in every room like a smoke detector One white, one white just like salt and pepper Shh, dont be selfish, dont be selfish, baby Only one seat in that black Mercedes Ah, ah, in there standin on the couch Pass em out like a fuckin voucher Vroom, love the way you motormouth Skrrt, GPS straight up to the house You fuck with Sean in the D, all in his DMs on Instagram You fuck with Wiz in the P, comments on all of his Instagrams You fuck with Drake in the 6, just admit youre a believer Its never cheaper to keep her Im afraid of forever And Im afraid like never Ima play with you for one night, one night All we ever need is one night, one night, yeah Im kissin on your neck for one night Ima treat you like my wife for one night Ima play with you for one night, one night All we ever need is one night, one night, hey, ayy, ayy Im kissin on your neck for one night Ima treat you like my wife for one night Ima play with you for one night, one night All we ever need is one night, one night Girl, go head and give it up Ima play with you for one night, one night All we ever need is one night, one night

Money callin me , trouble followin me Ima street nigga and Ima always be And my momma know Im good so she dont pray for me Im just a street nigga and Ima always be We was gangbangin, thats how I grew up Out there sellin work , thats how I grew up Youngin shootin shit up , thats how I grew up I put in that work , thats how I blew up Man fuck them niggas , they aint nothin like us We dont talk to cops , thats how I grew up We just let out pops, , thats how I grew up All day on the block , thats how I grew up On the Eastside of Chiraq, thats where I grew up OG aint let me on Essex until I grew up When G Fazo died in 2010, I just aint give a fuck Member me and Manski on the phone an hour Ting up Fourteen, we was young as fuck, all ready to fuck shit up Comin up, no fear in us, we ready to kill some Lil Roc died, Rellski turned himself in for a year or some Trappin so hard, told em leave the line and watch us still run it Back then I was sixteen, probably runnin up a fifteen Then I started spittin 16s, rappin 16s by my 16th Nigga 16, yeah, them my blocks Four blocks, cant switch, four blocks that way Four blocks up, four blocks back We run our shit and the opps We was gangbangin, thats how I grew up Out there sellin work, thats how I grew up Youngin shootin shit up, thats how I grew up I put in that work, thats how I blew up Man fuck them niggas , they aint nothin like us We dont talk to cops , thats how I grew up We just let out pops , thats how I grew up All day on the block , thats how I grew up Right on Central Drive where I grew up at Right on Glenwood Road where I grew up at R.I.P to Tayman, damn my brother kept it a stack R.I.P to Johnny, damn my brother kept that strap Sellin 2 for 5s how I came up, dog I came up out the pussy, I was flamed up, dog Used to be my nigga, but you changed up dog Chopper thunderstorm, you get rained up, dog You can check the stats, you can ask the opps Who on top with this body droppin shit, nigga, gang Ask around, Savagell get ya ass stained On probation, still ridin with the thang Half of these rappers aint shit without a chain Straight up out the six, yeah, free my nigga Tank Two revolvers on my waist, nigga, John Wayne Free my nigga Turk, yeah, he known to let it bizzang You bitch is a freak, got her fuckin on the gizzang Bought a hunnid round drum, nigga, I dont need no izzaim Chopper on the seat when I pull up at the flizzame Shout out to G Herbo, its a 21 No Limit thizzang We was gangbangin, thats how I grew up Out there sellin work, thats how I grew up Youngin shootin shit up, thats how I grew up I put in that work , thats how I blew up Man fuck them niggas , they aint nothin like us We dont talk to cops , thats how I grew up We just let out pops , thats how I grew up All day on the block , thats how I grew up

Yeah, yeah Triple R Fuck you mean, you dont know DJ Marc B? Triple R Im feelin this shit Yeah, yeah, Im feelin pressure Like for real Triple R Im feelin pressure, lil bitch talkin crazy, want a dip, Ima let ya Nigga ran off on me, know its OV when I catch you Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I cant help him Leave one nigga dead right in the street, he need a stretcher Wake up everyday and grab the pistol out the dresser I just poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper I feel like Kurt Angle, I cant leave without the medal I cant chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule Workin everyday, I swear Im on another level Triple R get hot, shit, get to close and Ima melt ya Niggas aint know shit, these niggas smaller than a pebble I came off fu shit, my pockets swoller than a wrestler Told lil bae she fuckin with a king like she Coretta I know nigga who play with them blood like they Griselda Shawty seen my neck and lost her breath, need an inhaler I might be trippin but I aint slippin, I just know- Im feelin pressure, lil bitch talkin crazy, want a dip, Ima let ya Nigga ran off on me, know its OV when I catch you Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I cant help him Leave one nigga dead right in the street, he need a stretcher Wake up everyday and grab the pistol out the dresser I just poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper I feel like Kurt Angle, I cant leave without the medal I cant chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule I aint chasin none of you hoes, fuck all you niggas You know how Im comin, Im silent like Bs, I hustle like Jigga Slept in the bando with tears, roaches on the floor Buzz in the bed, swear I was thuggin, it was me and my pistol Kick me out of school, I went to the hound way before the uniform change First I was robbin, shootin and graduatin, started robbin dice game Pull up in a skrr-skrr, let it squirt, squirt, 21 gang, gang Whole crew rockin Eliantte, nigga we the real chain gang Still screamin Gang, gang til they lock my niggas in the chain gang free Fourth quarter, three seconds left, nigga you can put it all on me How you let your problems build up, turn around and let em fall on me? Takin advantage cause Im good hearted and you can call on me Im feelin pressure lil bitch talkin crazy, want a dip, Ima let ya Nigga ran off on me, know its OV when I catch you Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I cant help him Leave one nigga dead right in the street, he need a stretcher Wake up everyday and grab the pistol out the dresser I just poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper I feel like Kurt Angle, I cant leave without the medal I cant chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule

Shit wasnt easy You know, it took a lot of licks to get where we at now I was down bad, aint have a dollar to my name I was down bad, just my family and my gang Glock 23, I was prayin to my flame Hit a lick, hope I dont gotta kill for this chain Moreland Ave. at the Checkers, 38 special Last nigga tried to rob me? On a stretcher I dont never have a plug, nigga, cause I ask him Zone 6, get my cars washed on Gresham Ran off with your buddy pack, he dont want no problems 21 Savage, you can call me King Nut Dropper Jumpin crew to crew, your favorite rapper a hood hopper Trappin with this rifle, we dont need no door stopper Gold grill, dawg , I go hard Your niggas soft , Corn on the cob He an intern, aint got no job If this rap dont work, nigga, Ima rob Yeah Im shinin, but Im dark on the inside Some of my brothers lost they heart on the inside I cant lie, it broke my heart when my friends died We gon make that choppa spark til your friends cry Spin the block til your friends cry Never question God, Im a fearin child Ima ride for the gang til Im not alive Ima up and let it bang til Im not alive Nigga, I just bite, I dont bark I just send hits, I dont arc You think that you the Hulk, but this aint Marvel I hit your main thing, that shit was hard Got a girl named Keisha Got a girl named Lisa Girl named Britney, girl named Whitney Main girl crazy, dont you leave no hickeys I be in the strip club even when Im sixty Ima tote a AK even when Im fifty Let them niggas split the drum, both of them get fifty You can get shot, believe it or not, nigga, this aint Ripley Pulled my ding-a-ling out, she thought it was a Blimpy Lil boy, Im a killer whale, you could never shrimp me Fronted me 300 bags, that shit there was tempting Whole pointer VVSs, got my neck rinsing Chinese bitch, dont know her name, I just call her Ling Ling Made a couple Ms, spent a quarter on a ring-ring Cash Money, 99, bitch, I got that bling-bling Never was a kingpin, beat a couple drug stings She think she my one and only But she just a summer fling Yeah Im shinin, but Im dark on the inside Some of my brothers lost they heart on the inside I cant lie, it broke my heart when my friends died We gon make that choppa spark til your friends cry Spin the block til your friends cry Never question God, Im a fearin child Ima ride for the gang til Im not alive Ima up and let it bang til Im not alive

911 Porsche, its emergency Kick in the door, its a burglary Light his ass up, burnin third-degree Twenty-five racks for a surgery I know you just actin tough When I really pull up, you gon call the authorities I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust Cause these niggas aint for me Im in the ring and my back gainst the ropes Im a young king and Im 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 didnt go to school of the hard knocks And wasnt none of this planned for I bought her the big body Jaguar We pull up with sticks like a task force Its 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, aint workin for free You wan see that show, gotta pay you a fee She want a big Birkin, the big Bentley B Im servin this cash Come with it, we kill him, aint no sympathy Dig up the grass Then bury his body, dont nobody speak 911 Porsche, its emergency Kick in the door, its a burglary Light his ass up, burnin third-degree Twenty-five racks for a surgery I know you just actin tough When I really pull up, you gon call the authorities I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust Cause these niggas aint for me Im sippin on purple, no Bape I put them racks on a plate Say you want smoke, we gon come where you stay Take my gun everywhere, Im 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 Your bitch in the vert, in my lap where her neck at Pull up in your hood, well stretch that Your lil nigga starvin, send him a care pack First-time owner, no CARFAX We got the same kinda guns like Star Trek Dont need no keys to start that So many hoes in this car, man, park that 911 Porsche, its emergency Kick in the door, its a burglary Light his ass up, burnin third-degree Twenty-five racks for a surgery I know you just actin tough When I really pull up, you gon call the authorities I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust Cause these niggas aint for me I call the play with the stick And my lil ho got a kick She spent a night at the spot Then I had fed her some grits I had her sucking on cock I made her think that she rich, yeah I gave a bitch lockjaws Im a real gangsta, no glitch I just had hopped in a Mercury Then we had pulled up like four deep Bitch told me she was just pregnant I told the bitch she cant have it, no extortin me I had to pick out my carats myself and they yellow, the bitch like a bumblebee I put the dope on the jet and I fly to Seattle to meet me a Portuguese 911 Porsche, its emergency Kick in the door, its a burglary Light his ass up, burnin third-degree Twenty-five racks for a surgery I know you just actin tough When I really pull up, you gon call the authorities I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust Cause these niggas aint for me I call the play with the stick And my lil ho got a kick I call the play with the stick And my lil ho got a kick I call the play with the stick And my lil ho got a kick I call the play with the stick And my lil ho got a kick

Metro I been betrayed before, I done been played before Givin em all the smoke, givin em all I done been left in the rain, I aint have nowhere to go I feel less of a man, I cant depend on a hoe They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound Dont care if its war, we fuckin on bitches, Im holdin em down If she a hustler fine and honest, Im bringin her round I told her I dont care what she do in the street Just dont make me look like a clown Big dawg status, my play money, whole M stacks in the PayPal Caught a opp hangin at a barbecue and fucked around and shot the whole playground Eastside nigga bout gunplay, say the wrong thing, well chase yall Hit em broad-day with a AR, 12 still tryna get the case off One twenty-five with the backend, still on tour with a MAC-10 Count a couple Ms, Im clappin, make sure the fans get a fraction Dont think Im just rappin and all these lyrics cappin Talkin out his neck, we right hook, left hook, stomped and slapped him VVs in my ear, I look like a star Plain Jane Richard, I coulda bought a car If she aint givin top, we gon let her starve Your shooter wrote a statement, so now we call him Searge Hit him with the AK, make him burn carbs I brought my Thunder to Los Angeles, Paul George Make a brick, do the woah with a Ford Got a thot pregnant, woah, hit abort Niggas know Im geeked, high on the moon 21, made man, bada boom Pussyboy, youre lukewarm, not cool Glock, Ruger, KelTec, rob who? Your baby momma went to Cali She touchin the city, we gettin em gone We really tryna catch a body You just tryna catch a body in a song I let down my guard, I showed her my heart She couldnt believe it was chrome Them pants thirty-five hunnid Mediocre rappers cant put em on I been betrayed before, I done been played before Givin em all the smoke, givin em all I done been left in the rain, I aint have nowhere to go I feel less of a man, I cant depend on a hoe They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound Dont care if its war, we fuckin on bitches, Im holdin em down If she a hustler fine and honest, Im bringin her round I told her I dont care what she do in the street Just dont make me look like a clown

Ay Ewell, I dont want no autotune Yeah you know lately Fuck all that shit We been on a whole lot of gang shit you know, never lane switch Thats how Im comin Gang gang since potty train, all that shit Oh this how you comin too? Naw for real This a real nigga party, you cannot get in Bussin out the mid , foenem off the Xans I cant shake your hand , no, Im not your friend I dont fuck with rappers , no Im not a fan , damn Niggas really shoot, no accident I cant make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn And I heard you know who shot ya mans You aint tryna slide so dont be actin like you is Cause if you gon slide, pussy nigga then slide then Let me see some fuckin shots fired then Make me shoot that crib up you hidin in Dont wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then You dont wanna hear that frrtp then shhh Fore I sneak up on you with that pew pew pew Ridin with that wish-a-nigga-would This right herell turn a nigga name to a hood Bumped into a bitch I knew in high school Look, been tried to fuck you, bitch, you past due Remember you was dissin in the classroom Now you tryna top me in the bathroom You wasnt out here with the gang bitch you lyin You wasnt duckin from the 12 totin the iron I cant trust you bitch if you not one of mine We dont need no new niggas, yeah, bitch we fine This a real nigga party, you cannot get in Bussin out the mid , foenem off the Xans I cant shake your hand , no, Im not your friend I dont fuck with rappers , no Im not a fan , damn Niggas really shoot, no accident I cant make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn And I heard you know who shot ya mans You aint tryna slide so dont be actin like you is Cause if you gon slide, pussy nigga then slide then Let me see some fuckin shots fired then Ayy, let me tell yall a little somethin Make me shoot that crib up you hidin in Ima talk my shit Dont wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then Let me see you slide Sixth grade, on my kids, I had a deuce fire Slaughter Gang, rep that dagger, dont get crucified Glock 33 with the 30 hangin out, I swear my trigger finger itchin After the candle light, we pushin up, shoot the funeral up You think cause you went and tatted your face, that shit make you tough? Saiga-12 and I fill it with slugs, thotty got hit with a bust This bitch trippin tryna face time, Im tryna catch me a nut Roll the window down, stick the choppers out Fuck a diss song, nigga lets shoot it out Lace my boots up, put the coupes up Grab a hotbox, time to shoot stuff Savage from the 6 where they tote a lot of big shit Savage pop a lot of shit, like that nigga foreign clip Hit his car so many times, that Draco made a sunroof Fuck a fistfight Ima show you what these guns do The streets raised me, Im a bastard All these bodies wanna hire me a pastor Mossberg, hit his chest and gave that nigga astma Middle school to high school, I was stealin plasmas This a real nigga party, you cannot get in Bussin out the mid , foenem off the Xans I cant shake your hand , no, Im not your friend I dont fuck with rappers , no Im not a fan , damn Niggas really shoot, no accident I cant make this shit up, I cannot pretend, damn And I heard you know who shot ya mans You aint tryna slide so dont be actin like you is Cause if you gon slide, pussy nigga then slide then Let me see some fuckin shots fired then Make me shoot that crib up you hidin in Dont wanna hear them loud sounds, then be quiet then

Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen I just cooked another brick I just cooked another brick I just cooked a whole brick I just whipped another brick Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen I just cooked another brick I just cooked another brick I just cooked a whole brick I just whipped another brick Im water whipping in the kitchen Shit on niggas like a pigeon Tie your kids up like a ribbon Baking soda on the stove Dad knocking at the door He dont want nothing but a nickel rock, man We gone send him to the store I just bought a whole I whipped it out the bowl Mac 90 with the 100 round drum Nigga and it fold Im sticking to the code Wipe a nigga nose Im Murder Gang Savage And I slaughter niggas hoes Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen I just cooked another brick I just cooked another brick I just cooked a whole brick I just whipped another brick Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen I just cooked another brick I just cooked another brick I just cooked a whole brick I just whipped another brick Young Savage cooking crack Sonny rolling grams of wax Margiela cost a rack Say my name Ill get you whacked Streets need Gucci back Smoke a nigga like a black Want a million dollars, want a new Ferrari, wanna fuck Karrueche in the trap Im smoking on a pound of dank Make the dope lock up in the sink I wanna fuck you, but I cant That pussy musty, bitch you stank Medication all I drank VVS, it make you faint Rifle singing like Tank Im water whipping to the bank Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen I just cooked another brick I just cooked another brick I just cooked a whole brick I just whipped another brick Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen Water whipping in the kitchen I just cooked another brick I just cooked another brick I just cooked a whole brick I just whipped another brick

I aint doing shit you know what Im saying right now Im just sipping this mother fucking syrup you know, just booling. Yeah, shit you know how that go. 21 Lock the front door Lock the front door Lock the front door Lock the front door Bitch Im in the bowl, bitch Im over the stove Bitch Im in the bowl, bitch Im over the stove 20 for a show, 40 for a hoe 20 for a show, 40 for a hoe Trapping in the apartments, trapping on the road Trapping out the trap house, trapping in the yo Trapping in the yo bitch I got to go Say you want a brick pussy meet me at the stove Thought it was a brick til he put it in the bowl He aint bring back nothing now he looking sold Young savage bitch I get this shit straight out the bowl Pull up on your hoe and pull up on her wipe her nose Run up with the money bitch you aint going to get no dope Fucking with young savage they gon be right at your door Im murder gang nigga slaughter gang thats my gang Niggas cant hang with the gang cause they lame Niggas cant hang with the gang they aint got no stain Niggas say my name then my shooters taking aim Lock the front door Lock the front door Lock the front door Lock the front door Bitch Im in the bowl, bitch Im over the stove Bitch Im in the bowl, bitch Im over the stove 20 for a show, 40 for a hoe 20 for a show, 40 for a hoe Trapping in the apartments, trapping on the road Trapping out the trap house, trapping in the yo Bitch you know Im still trapping And you know Im still having The AK still clapping Pussy niggas still getting whacked, man Young savage fly like Batman Pull up on your hoe and hit her from the back, man I was having mid in my fucking backpack Middle school locker where I kept my strap at Pussy nigga keep talking youll get clapped at Young savage murder gang you know I rep that You say you from the street, well, nigga wheres your rep at? Time out these niggas lying where the ref at? Lock the front door Lock the front door Lock the front door Lock the front door Bitch Im in the bowl, bitch Im over the stove Bitch Im in the bowl, bitch Im over the stove 20 for a show, 40 for a hoe 20 for a show, 40 for a hoe Trapping in the apartments, trapping on the road Trapping out the trap house trapping in the yo

Yo, yo, yo We got YSL in this mothafucka, Slime Boss We got Hustle Gang, I dont bang Got Bankroll mothafuckin Mafia Free the goat Bitch Im a boss She lick on the dick and then suck on the balls Bitch Im Young Savage, got crack in my drawers Bitch Im Young Savage, I nut on her blouse Niggas be snitchin and actin like mice Only 22, but I got some stripes Bitch Ima ball like Jerry Rice VVS diamonds, bitch Im havin ice 21 Savage, nigga, Randy Savage Niggas know that Savage stands for nothin nice Im on that molly, yes Im on that molly, bitch Cause molly keeps me higher than a kite I keep a red flag hangin, bitch Im gangbangin Yes and all my niggas real, right You is a sucka, man, why would you cuff her? She gave me top, bottom, on the first night I pull up and spray you lil roaches like Raid Im stackin chips, Lays John Madden, plays YSL, ape Die slow, huh, AIDS We pullin up, drawin down, nigga, Ks I get money million different ways Bitch Ima ball, ball like D-Wade And Ima ball whenever I wanna And Ima call whenever I want her And Ima stall whenever I want her And Im a dog whenever I want her And Ima ball whenever I wanna And she gon ball whenever I wanna And Ima shoot whenever I wanna And Im the truth whenever I wanna Nigga know I roll in the Bentley Nigga know Im rollin with the Mafia You niggas know Im rollin with chickens You niggas roll, Im rollin in problems And if she bad, baby, I want her She bad, baby, I want her And nigga, ball, ball, when I wanna And nigga, ball, ball, when I want, ayy Lil bitch Im bout to go in it You know they dyin on me, ignant Got a nigga aqua whippin in the kitchen Pint came in and made this shit my business Water on my wrist, it caused ten tensions God, put your wrist down, nigga you want attention If I catch your bitch, you know she goin missin She gon leave a note and say she gone fishin Im sushi meat cause ho I spit some raw shit Fore I pull up on them junkies and sell some raw shit Got that dope comin through your roof, be cautious Cause they know Im ridin with the dick We not gon play round with a bitch, ya dig You stick on me, this nigga rich Mils, got the package in it and the kick My blunt got a filter like a cigarette Im swimmin in these hoes, they fuckin with the stroke Dont play round with my money cause its not a joke This shit can get Italian, well cut your throat You know this shit different strokes, different folks Nigga went yellow gold, I went rose The camera caught him in the trenches in the ghost My bitch, she got some other bitches ready to go Im spendin hundreds at the Texaco And Ima ball whenever I wanna And Ima call whenever I want her And Ima stall whenever I want her And Im a dog whenever I want her And Ima ball whenever I wanna And she gon ball whenever I wanna And Ima shoot whenever I wanna And Im the truth whenever I wanna Nigga know I roll in the Bentley Nigga know Im rollin with the Mafia You niggas know Im rollin with chickens You niggas roll, Im rollin in problems And if she bad, baby, I want her She bad, baby, I want her And nigga, ball, ball, when I wanna And nigga, ball, ball, when I want, ayy Im a real nigga, I ball when I wanna I keep it a hunna, my niggas, they rollin Get money, stay focused Die before I go broke, bitch Ayy, you know it, you know it Your lady and shit hit that shit when Im bored Im goin and goin and goin Hit that ho until 4 in the mornin Tints in my Rover, I dont want no lotus Bankroll Mob, YSL, yeah we loaded Gimme that pack Next time you see me, have so many regrets Have so many regrets In the mouth of the dragon, you throw me in that bitch And Ima rear out like Im mad Dont ask if were totin, you know where its at And Ima ball whenever I wanna And Ima call whenever I want her And Ima stall whenever I want her And Im a dog whenever I want her And Ima ball whenever I wanna And she gon ball whenever I wanna And Ima shoot whenever I wanna And Im the truth whenever I wanna Nigga know I roll in the Bentley Nigga know Im rollin with the Mafia You niggas know Im rollin with chickens You niggas roll, Im rollin in problems And if she bad, baby, I want her She bad, baby, I want her And nigga, ball, ball, when I wanna And nigga, ball, ball, when I want, ayy

Yeah, yeah Moon level, moon level Oh yeah Moon level, yeah Future Hendrix, for real Oh yeah Yeah, yeah Im always high as the moon, tell em, Whats up with that? Made her trap with the dope in balloons, man, whats up with that? Aint never have a silver spoon, man, whats up with that? I used to feel like a goon, man, whats up with that? Every year, I tat an angel on me Better be prepared if the devil came for me Its blood diamonds in the field and they golden Im in five different Range Rovers, back to back I aint never had shit, whats up with that? I grew up sleepin on pallets, nigga, whats up with that? Fuck around, knock your man off, nigga, for talkin back Everybody hold they hand out, then they gon talk behind your back Came from the real bottom, Im a star Nigga, I put red bottoms on my broads Donald Trump might fuck around, deport my cars Seventy for a walkthrough, I aint got no time to bargain Zone 6 niggas like to get shit started Instagram shooter, you aint hit no targets Im on real drugs, nigga, I got real problems From the real trenches, nigga, I hit real models Im always high as the moon, tell em, Whats up with that? Made her trap with the dope in balloons, man, whats up with that? Aint never have a silver spoon, man, whats up with that? I used to feel like a goon, man, whats up with that? Every year, I tat an angel on me Better be prepared if the devil came for me Its blood diamonds in the field and they golden Im in five different Range Rovers, back to back We get first dabs on anything round the Act, bless Ima smoke this OG Kush up to my fingertip I know hoes when they choose, I can read they lips Kick them doors down at Fourway, youll be sleepin Flood a few crosses out and fight away my demons I was already saucy in it, when I woke Grey Poupon runnin down a leather coat Puttin diamonds round my head, so I toast We got penthouse wherever we go Got the spots out the country just to toast Put diamonds on her neck and round her toes You really walkin on diamonds You caught feelings, you cant hide it Im always high as the moon, tell em, Whats up with that? Made her trap with the dope in balloons, man, whats up with that? Aint never have a silver spoon, man, whats up with that? I used to feel like a goon, man, whats up with that? Every year, I tat an angel on me Better be prepared if the devil came for me Its blood diamonds in the field and they golden Im in five different Range Rovers, back to back Yeah Yeah, yeah Oh yeah Yeah, yeah Oh yeah

Wrap it up and ship it out Wrap it up and ship it out Wrap it up and ship it out When pack touched down, I was 21 I bought a F&N, hold 21 When I couldnt get a zip, I bought a 21 You aint jump out in the streets, then you a you aint jump out in the streets till you was 211 I was in the booty club fore I was 21 I lost my bestfriend when I was 21 Im Slaughter Gang bitch and Im 21 I just flooded out my wrist, it cost me 21 Wrap it up & ship it out Yeah, cooking up that shit inside my grandma house Yo bitch, she love the gang, I put it in her mouth I might tie yo kids up and pistol whip yo spouse Hunnid gas bags, nigga trappin out a loft Disrespect the Slaughter Gang, Ill get you off I had a lotta fake friends, had to cut em off And Ill pay you for pussy, tell me what it cost When the pack touched down, i was 21 I bought a F&N, hold 21 When I couldnt get a zip, I bought a 21 You aint jump out in the streets, then you a 21 I was in the booty club fore I was 21 I lost my bestfriend when I was 21 Im Slaughter Gang bitch and Im 21 I just flooded out my wrist, it cost me 21 I fucked ya bitch and passed her, it took me 21 minutes Bitch Im in the studio, Ill call you when Im finished Yo baby daddy broke, I bet you still eatin Wendys Im pourin up syrup, bitch I dont drink Remy I fucked ya baby momma then I nutted on her titties I hit for 20 bricks and then I went and bought a Hemi Ima real street nigga, I got street niggas with me And free Big Guwop cuz these rap niggas bitches When the pack touched down, I was 21 I bought a F&N, hold 21 When I couldnt get a zip, I bought a 21 You aint jump out in the streets, then you a 21 I was in the booty club fore I was 21 I lost my bestfriend when I was 21 Im Slaughter Gang bitch and Im 21 I just flooded out, it cost me

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Bitch Im drippin on these niggas, drip drop Its a real Rollie, it dont tick tock Savage ridin round the city with that Glock Get that dick on it, Ima let it pop Let it pop, bitch, you better run It aint no fun, when young Savage got the gun I drop bombs on these niggas like Osama Keep the Don Cannon, they dont want no drama Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Flyest nigga you ever seen, Im the king of the teens Hydro codeines, caught serving beans to the fiends My new bitch Billy Jean, old bitch Tina Turner, keep the burner Old hunnids Tom Joyner, my new bitch is a foreigner My new wrist cost a 36, thats a quarter-brick or three shows I couldve iced my ear lobes, Id rather split it with my bros Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Lil bitch, Im Sauce Farrakhan, Sauce-Alaikum, A-Sauce-Salaam I got so much flavor, nigga Swear to God that Im Tony Chachere son Aunt Jemima might be my mama Drippin sauce how I make the commas Poured everything out the bottle Red bottom feet hand made iguana When I walk off its a murder scene Rolls got my wrist it look Burgundy I made your bitch buy a fur for me It wasnt even cold, hell it was spring Sauce-Ebola, epidemic got the world drippin over Thanks to Sauce harbor now Im on a little boat with 21 soldiers Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

Doin’ something right, you ain’t doing nothing right Whip the rice, end your life Slaughter Gang came with a knife Snatch your chain and your wife Damn, I hop this bitch don’t jam Chopper got range bitch You know what I claim bitch Trap Illi Gang bitch Stay in your lane bitch 21 Gang bitch You know what I claim bitch We ain’t the same bitch Your man a lame bitch Look at my chain bitch I make it rain bitch Fuck what your gang with We on the same shit Niggas always pillow talk with bitches They on some lame shit Heard he went and got his Glock extended We got the same clips Me and Hardo In the jewelry store Spent a hundred, woah Spent two hundred, woah Put that forty on his nose Look how that motherfucker blow I’m whipping OGs on the stove I just whipped a nine out the bowl Who ya gang, who ya gang? Who ya gang, who ya gang? Trap Illi still the same Same nigga, nothing changed Same nigga, bigger chain Same nigga, bigger name Who ya gang, who ya gang? Gang gang gang gang Who ya gang, who ya gang? Who ya gang, who ya gang? 21 Gang bitch You know what I claim bitch Who ya gang, who ya gang? Who ya gang, who ya gang? Trap Illi Gang bitch We still the same clique Getting money with the set Counting hundreds on the steps Got your bitch inside the Lex All these diamonds, got her pressed She looked at my ring, wooh She want fuck my whole crew I do what I want to You do what you can do I be running up a check Five bands, I’m at the rex Trap Illi, fuck the rest 21 inside the ‘Vette Look how that motherfucker go ‘bout to dip out on that road She snorting that shit off the floor Got your ho playing in snow Who ya gang, who ya gang? Who ya gang, who ya gang? Trap Illi still the same Same nigga, nothing changed Same nigga, bigger chain Same nigga, bigger name Who ya gang, who ya gang? Gang gang gang gang Who ya gang, who ya gang? Who ya gang, who ya gang? We Muney Lane drift Rich nigga gang bitch Who ya gang, who ya gang? Who ya gang, who ya gang? Trap Illi Gang bitch We still the same clique Now I just spent some bands on that chopper thing Call up through the grass, think I’m John Wayne Muney Lane, we finessed him out his Johnny Dang Snatched his man, juuged the nigga out his pinky ring And bitch you know ooh Wopo bought a hoop Alley-oop, my young niggas out the roof Who ya crew? Who ya gang? Who is you? Skip to my lou, you can’t hang if you won’t shoot What happen in the booth stays in the booth We know that’s not true I stack like a Jew That MAC hit your tummy and back up your boo Ooh, I’m biting the perc and it’s stuck on my tooth Her date linking up so we drive through a crew Who ya gang, who ya gang? Who ya gang, who ya gang? Trap Illi still the same Same nigga, nothing changed Same nigga, bigger chain Same nigga, bigger name Who ya gang, who ya gang? Gang gang gang gang Who ya gang, who ya gang? Who ya gang, who ya gang? 21 Gang bitch You know what I claim bitch Who ya gang, who ya gang? Who ya gang, who ya gang? Trap Illi Gang bitch We still the same clique

Yeah, Zoovie, King Zoo King Zoo, I got the gang in this bitch .223s in the clip, try the gang he get hit Yeah I just pulled up the to stain with the stick Yeah, walking around with thigh pads, bitch Im rich Yeah, feeling like Im Rick James in this bitch Yeah, Ima let my chain hang in this bitch Yeah, aint gonna take a damn thing in this bitch Yeah, and I just might make it rain for a bitch Yeah, hell do anything for a bitch Yeah, shell do anything that Zoovie tell her Yeah, I told her hit the blunt like Ian Helling Yeah, he aint know its angel dust what he inhalin Yeah, get caught with the stick cause he a felon Yeah, and that 1055, I bought 11 Yeah, we just the damn lick so we up, huh Yeah, we jumping out of vans, better duck, huh Yeah, tryna suck me in the Benz before we fuck, huh And you a nasty lil bitch, dont give a fuck, huh Now you and your nasty lil friends getting fucked, huh And black and mild ass niggas leave you stuck, huh Yeah, said the fuck with you, they dont give a fuck, huh And niggas run on Zoovie getting bust, huh Yeah, its either them or its us, huh Yeah, got it coming off the truck, huh And lately Ive been having luck, huh Yeah, remember having to take the bus, huh Now I can buy a fucking bus, huh Yeah, money coming by the shit load, huh I put the molly in her shit hole, huh And watch it light up like a disco, huh And she be all over the dick though, huh And she everywhere this dick go, huh I think Im bout to let this bitch know, huh I think Im bout to let this bitch go, huh Zoovie Zoo, I got a bankroll, huh Papa Smurf, blue bands nigga Woah, lotta motherfucking blue cheese Woah, lotta motherfucking .223s Woah, chopper kicking like Bruce Lee Woah, want a verse nigga call key Woah, Young Savage got that Fetty Wap Woah, Young Savage got a lot of Glocks Woah, Young Savage scraped a lot of pots Woah, Young Savage get your ass shot Woah, and Im bringing gangster rap back Aint no raps in my backpack No, I got a Mac in my backpack I pull this fucker out you better back back Woah, 100 round drum in that shit, nigga Woah, 100 round drum in your bitch, nigga Woah, pull up at you niggas spot, huh Woah, you niggas running from the cops, huh? Looking for me? Im in Zone 6 You niggas know that you aint own shit You lil dick jumping nigga, you cant clone this Every bitch in the city wanna jump on this Uh, stick sweeping like a broom stick 21, 21, 21, my Metro used to boom bitch I hit your sister, you were sleeping in the room bitch I woulda bust you if you came out on that goon shit Skrt-skrt-skrt, skrt-skrt-skrt

Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Wash away the pain with the soda Tryna make the work double up, I beat the bowl up Tryna make the work double up to meet my quota .40 on my hip, you know that chopper on my shoulder I remember hard times when it was no love I remember fast money and them slow bucks I got all this gold on me like the gold rush VVSs drippin on me , get your hoe took I remember shoot outs niggas, broad day Remember when I hit that nigga with the K Niggas aint loyal, nigga theyll betray you Shoot em in the temple, give that nigga a fade My dog got life and shit aint been the same All I got is money bags on my brain Go hard in the booth and buy another chain I do it for the money nigga, not the fame 21 Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Wash away the pain with the soda Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Dippin in a Range, in a Rover Dippin in a Range, in a Rover