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Hahahahaha Tank God Ayy, ayy 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, them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta Switch my whip, came back in black Im startin sayin, Rest in peace to Bon Scott Close that door, we blowin smoke She ask me light a fire like Im Morrison Act a fool on stage Prolly leave my fuckin show in a cop car Shit was legendary Threw a TV out the window of the Montage Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin, dont give a damn Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in Sayin, Im with the band Now she actin outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants Hundred bitches in my trailer say they aint got a man And they all brought a friend 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, them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta Ive been in the Hills fuckin superstars Feelin like a popstar Drankin Henny, bad bitches jumpin in the pool And they aint got on no bra Hit her from the back, pullin on her tracks And now she screamin out, ¡No más! They like, Savage, why you got a 12 car garage And you only got six cars? I aint with the cakin, how you kiss that? Your wifey say Im lookin like a whole snack Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks L.A. bitches always askin, Where the coke at? Livin like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard I done made the hot chart, member I used to trap hard Livin like a rockstar, Im livin like a rockstar 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, 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– Rockstar Rockstar Rockstar Feel just like a...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away We just wanna party Party just for you We just want the money Money just for you I know you wanna party Party just for free Girl, you got me dancin Dance and shake the frame We just wanna party Party just for you We just want the money Money just for you I know you wanna party Party just for free Girl, you got me dancin Dance and shake the frame This is America Dont catch you slippin now Dont catch you slippin now Look what Im whippin now This is America Dont catch you slippin now Dont catch you slippin now Look what Im whippin now This is America Dont catch you slippin now Look how Im livin now Police be trippin now Yeah, this is America Guns in my area I got the strap I gotta carry em Yeah, yeah, Ima go into this Yeah, yeah, this is guerilla Yeah, yeah, Ima go get the bag Yeah, yeah, or Ima get the pad Yeah, yeah, Im so cold like, yeah Im so dope like, yeah We gon blow like, yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody You go tell somebody Grandma told me Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Black man This is America Dont catch you slippin now Dont catch you slippin now Look what Im whippin now This is America Dont catch you slippin now Dont catch you slippin now Look what Im whippin now Look how Im geekin out Im so fitted Im on Gucci Im so pretty Im gon get it Watch me move This a celly Thats a tool On my Kodak Black Ooh, know that Get it Ooh, work it Hunnid bands, hunnid bands, hunnid bands Contraband, contraband, contraband I got the plug in Oaxaca They gonna find you like blocka Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody America, I just checked my following list, and You go tell somebody You mothafuckas owe me Grandma told me Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Black man Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody You go tell somebody Grandma told me, Get your money Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Black man You just a black man in this world You just a barcode, ayy You just a black man in this world Drivin expensive foreigns, ayy You just a big dawg, yeah I kenneled him in the backyard No, probably aint life to a dog For a big dog
Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, ow, ow Wow, wow, wow, ah, ow, ow, ow I buy a new car for the bitch I tear down the mall with the bitch You cant even talk to the bitch She fucking with bosses and shit I pull up in Raris and shit With choppers and Harleys and shit I be Guccid down You wearing Lacoste and shit Yeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh Got em tennis chains on and they real blingy Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket Bitch, be careful when you dumpin your ashes I aint no sucker, I aint cuffin no action The skreets raised me, Im a whole bastard I bought a Rari just so I can go faster Niggas tryna copy me, they playin catch up I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper I been smoking gas and I got no asthma I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Ms in my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Yeah, dawg, huh—yeah—, nah for real, dawg Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dawg Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dawg Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dawg Killed dog, Im a real dawg—21—, you a lil dawg Bill dog, want a bil, dog, chasing mils, dawg Dunk right in your bitch like ONeal, dawg Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill, dawg Chopper sting you like a eel, dawg I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Ms in my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ruler clip—umm—, sent a ruler hit Pull up on yo bitch, she say that I got a ruler dick Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit Glock cocked now, I dont really give no fuck bout who I hit Yeah, yo bitch, she get jiggy with me, keep that Siggy with me Bitch, Im Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Ms in my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah In my bank account, yeah I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah Ready to gun you down, yeah $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket Bitch, be careful where you dumpin your ashes I aint no sucker, I aint cuffin no action The streets raised me, Im a whole bastard
Ten bad bitches in a mansion Wrist on Milly Rock, them diamonds on me dancin When you workin hard, then your money start expandin I got model bitches wanna lick me like some candy And them drugs come in handy Last name Savage, bitch, but no, Im not Randy Hit her with no condom, had to make her eat a Plan B And Im sippin on that codeine, not Brandy Hah Im just stuntin on my ex-bitch Huh Im just flexin on my ex-bitch Hol up, Im just stuntin on my ex-bitch Hol up Im just flexin on my ex-bitch Fuck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace Diamonds got the flu, try not to catch this I left that ho alone cause she was ratchet All these bitches salty, they cant stand me Flexin on that bitch, hol up Bought a necklace on that bitch, hol up Her friend gon lick me like a fruit roll up She in her feelings on the Gram, grow up 21! Flexin on that bitch, hol up I aint textin back that bitch, hol up I aint stressin bout that bitch, hol up 21 gon get the stick, hol up Hol up, hol up, bitch I like to ball Hol up, hol up, without no weave, you bald Hol up, bitch I spent your rent inside the mall Hol up, she got a nigga, but he broke, she lost Hol up, at this private location Hol up, put her back in rotation Hol up, bitches on me, immigration Hol up, goin through the translations Hah Im just stuntin on my ex-bitch Huh Im just flexin on my ex-bitch Hol up, Im just stuntin on my ex-bitch Hol up Im just flexin on my ex-bitch Fuck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace Diamonds got the flu, try not to catch this I left that ho alone cause she was ratchet All these bitches salty, they cant stand me Hol up bitch my Rolex on fleek Hol up, bitch my diamonds on fleek Hol up, I got gold on my teeth Hol up, you got Rainbow on your feet? Hol up, corny niggas dont impress me Hol up, never let a bitch dress me Hol up, cant no motherfuckin judge check me Hol up, I dont give a fuck about no ring Hol up, money make my old bitches hate me Hol up bitch you still stay on Section 8 Hol up, my new bitch wetter than a lake Hol up, and she love to let me paint her face Hol up, fell in love with some good throat Hol up, fell in love with some good throat Hol up, ripped them confidential papers up Hol up, you done made me wake my savage up Hah Im just stuntin on my ex-bitch Hol up Im just flexin on my ex-bitch 21, Im just stuntin on my ex-bitch Poof Im just flexin on my ex-bitch Fuck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace Diamonds got the flu, try not to catch this I left that ho alone cause she was ratchet All these bitches salty, they cant stand me Ten bad bitches in a mansion Wrist on Milly Rock, them diamonds on me dancin When you workin hard then your money start expandin And them drugs come in handy Last name Hendrix, bitch, but no, Im no Jimi Hit em with no condoms, shipped her right back out the country And Im sippin codeine, tats all on my stomach
Bardi in a Rari, diamonds all over my body Shinin all over my body Bardi, put that lil bitch on molly, Bardi! Bitch on molly 21, diamonds all over my body Fucked that bitch on molly Ask him if Im bout it Your bitch wanna party with Cardi Cartier Bardi in a Rari Diamonds all over my body Shinin all over my body Cardi got your bitch on molly Bitch, you aint gang, you lame Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain I go insane, insane I drop a check on the chain, fuck up a check in the Flame Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah Cardi put the pussy on Offset Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah Cardi put the pussy on Offset Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset Who get this motherfucker started? Who took your bitch out to party? I took your bitch and departed Who that be fly as a Martian? Who that on fleek in the cut? Who got the bricks in the truck? Them diamonds gon hit like a bitch on a bitchy ass bitch Bitch, you a wannabe Cardi Red bottom MJ, moonwalk on a bitch Moonwalkin through your clique Im moonwalkin in the 6 .50 with the kick, moonrocks in this bitch Im from the motherfuckin Bronx I keep the pump in the trunk Bitch, if you bad then jump Might leave your bitch in a slump Your bitch wanna party with Cardi Cartier Bardi in a Rari Diamonds all over my body Shinin all over my body Cardi got your bitch on molly Bitch, you aint gang, you lame Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain I go insane, insane I drop a check on the chain, fuck up a check in the Flame Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah Cardi put the pussy on Offset Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah Cardi put the pussy on Offset Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset Your bitch wanna party with a Savage Saint Laurent Savage in an Aston High end cars and fashion I dont eat pussy, Im fastin Im a Blood, my brother Crippin Bitch, Im drippin, ho, you trippin Told the waitress, I aint tippin I like hot sauce on my chicken I pulled the rubber off and I put hot sauce on her titties Im in a Bentley truck, she keep on suckin like its tinted All these VVSs, nigga, my sperm worth millions The bitch so bad, I popped a molly fore I hit it Your bitch wanna party with Cardi Cartier Bardi in a Rari Diamonds all over my body Shinin all over my body Cardi got your bitch on molly Bitch, you aint gang, you lame Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain I go insane, insane I drop a check on the chain, fuck up a check in the Flame Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah Cardi put the pussy on Offset Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah Cardi put the pussy on Offset Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset Step in this bitch in Givenchy Fuck up a check in Givenchy Boss out the coupe and them inches I fuck up a bag at the Fendi, I fuck up a bag in a minute Who you know drip like this? Who you know built like this? Im poppin shit like a dude Pull up to pop at your crew, brrrt, poppin at you They say you basic, I flooded the Rollie with diamonds I flooded the Patek and bracelet I got your bitch and she naked Ice on the cake when I bake it Im switchin lanes in the Range Swap out the dick for the brain Swap out your bitch for your main Swap out the trap for the fame Ice on them Cardi B Cartier frames, bitch Your bitch wanna party with Cardi Cartier Bardi in a Rari Diamonds all over my body Shinin all over my body Cardi got your bitch on molly Bitch, you aint gang, you lame Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain I go insane, insane I drop a check on the chain, fuck up a check in the Flame Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah Cardi put the pussy on Offset Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah Cardi put the pussy on Offset Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset
Southside, Southside on the, Southside on the, hey Metro Boomin want some more, nigga Young Savage, why you trappin so hard? Why these niggas cappin so hard? Why you got a 12 car garage? Why you pullin all these rappers cards? Cause these niggas pussy and Im hard I turn that fuckin soft into some hard I grew up in the streets without no heart Im prayin to my Glock and my carbon I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat 21 Savage the cat with the MAC 21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood But I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats Pockets full of cheese, bitch, I got racks Im a real street nigga, bitch I am not one of these niggas bangin on wax Pussy niggas love sneak dissin Til I pull up on em, slap em out with the fire Wet your mamas house, wet your grandmas house Keep shootin until somebody die So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar Thought it was Fourth of July You was with your friends playin Nintendo I was playin round with that fire Seventh grade, I got caught with a pistol Sent me to Panthersville Eighth grade, started playin football Then I was like fuck the field Ninth grade, I was knocking niggas out Nigga like Holyfield Fast forward, nigga, 2016 And Im screamin fuck a deal Bad bitch with me, she so thick I dont even need a pill I listened to your raps, thought you was hard You aint even street for real Niggas love sneak dissin on Twitter They dont want beef for real And all these niggas play like they tough Til a nigga get killed Til a nigga get spilled, til your blood get spilled Ima at your favorite rapper, shoot him like Im John Dill I been with you since day one Savage, I aint even hatin So whats up with all that Instagram shit? Savage, I was just playin Yall pussy niggas fakin Bitch, I hang around them Haitians Pull up on you, tie your kids up Pistol whip you while your bitch naked Come on, man, Savage, you know I always play your mixtape Yeah, nigga, fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes Young Savage, why you trappin so hard? Why these niggas cappin so hard? Why you got a 12 car garage? Why you pullin all these rappers cards? Cause these niggas pussy and Im hard I turn that fuckin soft into some hard I grew up in the streets without no heart Im prayin to my Glock and my carbon So much dope that it broke the scale They say crack kills, nigga, my crack sells My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin a bale Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt Chain swangin, diamonds blangin, hold up Pistol swangin, gang bangin, hold up Niggas actin like groupies, they dont know us Little do they know, they bitches fuckin on the tour bus Young Savage, why you trappin so hard? Why these niggas cappin so hard? Why you got a 12 car garage? Why you pullin all these rappers cards? Cause these niggas pussy and Im hard I turn that fuckin soft into some hard I grew up in the streets without no heart I grew up in the streets without no heart So much dope that it broke the scale They say crack kills, nigga, my crack sells My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin a bale Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
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, I’ma 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, ain’t 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 I’m aware I been playing it back from a lack of promotions I never was one for the bragging and boasting I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else Okay, no problem, I’ll show up on everyone album You know what the outcome will be Im batting a thousand It’s 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 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-
Rest in power, its all about power Squeeze two lemons together and really all youll have is sour Diesel, niggasll smoke your ass to have the juice Riding around in an all black coupe Couple of pigeons thats ready to shoot, shit Ducking and bucking and dodging and dropping With 48 ounces and cigarette butts Fucking around with the up echelon They will turn you to cubes and I hope you be gone Envelope, overload, cranium overdose Denny Cascade, what the fuck is the halves Click clack, get powed, bitch, its a wrap Tierra my witness, I pray for a nap Youngin and restless, return with a past Key in ignition, foot on the gas None of you niggas is acting that jab Gold teeth in the Glock and a Cybertech mask Ring gun, particles, turn you into molecules Planet shrooms, planet shrooms, Ill take you to my panic room Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah All these niggas stealin my style, can I get my flow back? Yeah, bop on that bitch like Kodak Yeah, bitch, you know that Yeah, I push your shit all back Told that bitch I got money, ayy Countin them hundreds, its nothing, ayy Told that lil bitch I got money, ayy Told that lil bitch thats it nothing, ayy Hit that bitch right from the back, she got turkey, I knock out that bitch like its stuffing, yeah Told that lil bitch that Im with it Told that lil bitch that Im with it Ayy, wait, 21, Lil Boat, yeah Denzel Curry cut your throat, yeah Kodak do the most, yeah Told that lil bitch I got all the money I swear this shit is just nothing I just be dancin right up on that bitch, yeah What you be stuntin? That boy not gang, no, that boy not my friend I hang with my gang, the same gang that felt all of my pain When I was struggling through the rain When I had no guap with no ice Wasnt no food but rice All of these bitches they want me but they get one night Fuck em, I give a fuck what you sayin Bitch nigga know I aint playing Im bout my fetty Sailing Team armored, we ready Fuck up that nigga if he talk out too heavy Im bout it, chains on my neck cost me twenty Look at your diamonds Your diamonds look cloudy, they fake Young nigga in the Gucci Stans Fuck with me if you wanna die Young nigga, I dont wear no suit and ties Fuck no Lil Boat! 21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21 I sent my bitch to the store ‘cause we ran out of soda Bitch, Im tryna cook this yola Hundred round drum on the bottom of that shit Chop a nigga down like a fucking lawnmower AK-47 round my motherfucking shoulder Pull up in a Rover, then I pulled off on a Fisker Pulled up on your bitch, she sucked my dick And then you kissed her Young Savage, bitch And I dont play round with them swishers I just smoke them woods Bitch, Im from the hood Zone 6, Bouldercrest Road, you cant go there 21 Gang, bitch, yeah Im in NYC, I think I got a fucking show there Hold up, Rollie on my wrist Rollie on my bitch , 30 on my waist 30 to your face , 60 to your face 90 to your face , thats a closed case You an old nigga, man, you washed up Young Savage, man, I got my car washed up Pulled up on a motherfucking nigga, wrapped up Then I pulled up in a motherfucking Brinks truck 21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21 Who the fuck picked this lil sorry ass beat? Im from the ugly corner, man, them lil sour ass streets Damn, homie, Im the one who let your starving ass eat And you was hungry, I aint have to let your sorry ass eat My cousin G-Wayne got off of manslaughter last week Gave my dog a buck fifty, that nigga brought me back three Im a— a niggas broad and get up all in them cheeks Tied, they dead flies
Yeah We got London on da Track This is all Gods doin, man, you cant plan it But if the devils in the details, then Im Satanic Bout to take over your city and you cant stand it My accountant say you sinkin like the Titanic David Blaine last summer, man, you had to vanish I get the hits like somebody pitchin underhanded Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish Really, when she get to talkin, I dont understand it You aint own it right away, you had to wait on niggas Man, Im only twenty-nine, have some patience with us Plus I never met nobody from my label, nigga I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga Shit aint been the same like before I still love it but I used to love it more FaceTime with my shawty on tour And she textin purple hearts cause she know that we at war, yuh Niggas keep reachin and dissin Cant afford mistakes, not on this end Make me call my bros for assistance You gon make me call my bros for assistance Niggas keep reachin and dissin Put me in a fucked-up position You gon make me call my bros for assistance Make me call my bro Baby, Im a savage, I aint romantic When I come around, these rapper niggas start to panic And they pockets goin under like the Titanic Got some head last night and it was outstandin They was hatin on me then and they hatin now She was playin with me then but she waitin now Used to sleep inside a den, I got acres now I was fightin niggas then but Im sprayin now I dont pay no mind to no sneak diss I wont spend a dime on a freak bitch Niggas takin cheap shots on some cheap shit They the type to stand in line for some free shit Baby girl gon suck it till her jaws locked She gon make me put my bitch on call block We the ones poppin, we the ones shoppin We the one droppin niggas, we the ones They the ones duckin when them heaters come You that nigga snitchin on your people, huh? 21 Savage a.k.a. The Reaper, huh Pussy niggas gettin shot for all that reachin, huh Niggas keep reachin and dissin Cant afford mistakes, not on this end Make me call my bros for assistance You gon make me call my bros for assistance Niggas keep reachin and dissin Put me in a fucked-up position Make me call my bros for assistance Make me call my bro, dawg I dont need love, Im the GOAT, I just hit the beat and float And Im sellin out arenas but you puttin on a show I been tryna change life around for everyone I know Cause if I dont share the wealth Then how the fuck we supposed to grow? Moms stressed, theres a lot of things we need Chain smokin in the house, its hard to breathe I used to have to hit my Ts with Febreze Jordan pull up in the TL, now Im cheese Ima turn this TSX into a Benz soon Ima see a lot of blessins for my friends soon Hunnid-fifty-inch screen in my bedroom 61, man, a nigga need some leg room Shit aint been the same like before They aint even wanna look up at the score FaceTime with my shawty on tour And she textin purple hearts cause she know that we at war, yuh Niggas keep reachin and dissin Cant afford mistakes, not on this end Make me call my bros for assistance You gon make me call my bros for assistance Niggas keep reachin and dissin Put me in a fucked-up position Make me call my bros for assistance Make me call my bro, dont
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga Automatic , automatics , in the trunk Shoot the maggots , shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy , love the Patek on my arm We got static , pussy nigga run your charm Ghostface killers , Wu-Tang, 21 news gang Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain Trappin the cocaine , no gang, shooter with no names We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man Yeah, put on the Patek, poppin Xanny, Im an addict Break the mattress with a baddie on the Addy Diamonds glassy, need some glasses for the flashes, yeah Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch, Im dabbin, yeah I do this shit on purpose, got these bitches slurpin Aw, your pockets on hurting? Nigga, you can be my servant Go to the lot and young nigga dont lease it, I purchase After I cut off a thot, I give her some money for services Wherever I go, the whole gang on go , yeah You cannot tame the ho because she want fame for sure You think that you rich cause you got a hundred or more I got an over-overload, look like I just sold my soul I pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it Niggas aint goin defeated , we get the guns immediate Dont burn in the coupe, its an Italy You niggas is broke and its pitiful Automatic , automatics , in the trunk Shoot the maggots , shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy , love the Patek on my arm We got static , pussy nigga run your charm Ghostface killers , Wu-Tang, 21 news gang Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain Trappin the cocaine , no gang, shooter with no names We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah, big bombs Wonder Bread, man, make your bitch lick crumbs Audemars Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz somethin Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke, boy You broke ass rappers food, its a po boy Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike Fox 5 gang turn you to a candlelight Bitch boy, Im a mobster, shrimp in my pasta Jamaican don dada, hang round the shottas Mad Max, nigga, yeah, I hang with the killers Planet of the Apes, yeah, I hang around gorillas I got AK, SK, HK, broad day You a fuckboy, we aint with the horseplay Shrimp-ass nigga, did you do your chores today? Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? Automatic , automatics , in the trunk Shoot the maggots , shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy , love the Patek on my arm We got static , pussy nigga run your charm Ghostface killers , Wu-Tang, 21 news gang Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain Trappin the cocaine , no gang, shooter with no names We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man Drop from the heavens straight in the wild Trunk in the front, top gotta slide Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive Jumping out the public houses, dont you come outside Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic Goin way up out my way to cut the traffic Pop the seal and pop the bean, I need the balance Bloody asses what Im seeing, its way too graphic Watch your fingers cause the Cactus dangerous Broke, you aint us, we dont speak that language On the couches Tom Cruise, Ima make her see, she snort a mountain Rackades on the outfitll make her bounce it Good drank my life, yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah Please, need the energy, only got a night, yeah Nike boys, we dont do three stripes Im living for my niggas that do life, yeah Automatic , automatics , in the trunk Shoot the maggots , shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy , love the Patek on my arm We got static , pussy nigga run your charm Ghostface killers , Wu-Tang, 21 news gang Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain Trappin the cocaine , no gang, shooter with no names We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man
Oh, you came there, God Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, Lord No matter how, no matter how long it take, yeah No matter how long it take, nigga Oh, God, yeah You better be Spiralin up, just like a rich nigga staircase No fly zone, please stay the fuck out my airspace Niggas say things behind backs that they wouldnt dare say Know its on sight when I see you, Im workin at Squarespace Yeah, top of the mornin, I know that you thought I was dormant Woke up early from shots that were swarmin A block full of opps, now the cops in an orbit Guess somebody got popped, now thеy knockin on doors Tryna find an informant but I aint see Nathan Im mindin my business as God is my witness No weapon gon prospеr that’s formin against me Nigga, Im starvin, immensely Know when Im done with these songs, you gon miss me Ja Morant, Im on my Grizzly You niggas just cubs but no, not the ones in the big leagues After The Fall Off, I promise Im comin to sellin out Wrigleys Nigga, Im just a product of poverty, full of narcotics to profit off quickly My family tree got a history of users that struggle with demons Not really the hustler instincts Therefore, often, my pockets was empty So while some of my partners was servin up rocks on the corners, the project assemblies Me, I was startin to envy, wanna be on the top where its plenty Wanna be in the spot like where every bitch want me like Rihanna droppin new Fenty What I see in the sky, the Ville is the ceilin, cant reach up too high, evidently Nah, shit, I cant reach up too high, evidently Never seen no one drivin a Bentley I cant be out here moppin up Wendys My life is all I have My rhymes, my pen, my pad And I done made it out the struggle, dont judge me What you sayin now wont budge me Cause where I come from , so often People you grow up with layin in a coffin But I done made it through the pain and strife Its my time now, my world, my life, my life Say what? The stuff that Ive seen got me traumatized I let the K go when Johnny died Swangin that muhfucka side to side We dont participate, aint with that squashin shit, all we believe in is homicide I got a good heart, so I send teddy bears every time we make they mommas cry I pray that my past aint ahead of me When Im in love, I love heavily If you betray me, you dead to me I disrespect you respectfully I got some partners who left this Earth Maybe the pain made a better me Just know that they secrets is kept with me I feel like the streets is in debt with me I gave my heart away to all the dawg hoes cause thats who accepted me I blame my pops for that shit cause if he didnt fail, he couldve corrected me Give all the props to my momma cause no matter what, she always protected me I promise you, it aint no checkin me Jump in the water, get wet with me You want my money or wanna have sex with me? Cant let the opps or the law get the best of me I get to answerin, you get to testin me I see chicken, you niggas is breast to me Planted a seed but it aint a sesame Cant let you niggas or bitches grow next to me My life is all I have My rhymes, my pen, my pad And I done made it out the struggle, dont judge me What you sayin now wont budge me Cause where I come from , so often People you grow up with layin in a coffin But I done made it through the pain and strife Its my time now, my world, my life, my life
Magnífico, arriba Magnífico, arriba, arriba Trapping like the narco Got dope like Pablo Cut throat like Pablo Chop trees with the Draco On the Nawf, got Diego Say Hasta luego Muy Bien wrap a kilo Snub nose with potato Straight out the jungle This real rap, no mumble My skin black like mamba Got stash boxes in Hondas Straight out the jungle Woo, bricks in the brick house Use to hit licks and go to ma house Straight out the jungle Young nigga dont know nothin now Young nigga know too much now Bow bow bow, thatll slow them down We pick up the hundos Then drop them off to Huncho I came from the bando Here go the wide load Trapping like the narco Got dope like Pablo Cut throat like Pablo Chop trees with the Draco On the Nawf, got Diego Say Hasta luego Muy Bien wrap a kilo Snub nose with potatoes Straight out the jungle This real rap, no mumble My skin black like mamba Got stash boxes in Hondas Straight out the jungle Magnífico, arriba, arriba Hey, cold gang with the cocaine The more money make more rain Pourin up a pint while Im baggin propane Point blank range give a nigga nose rings Skip to my lou with a pack in the cat Jiffy, Lube, where the bricks, where they at? Dripping, ooze, the Patek all wet The birds in the trap, they aint leavin out they nest Baguette, pavé set like meth Yup, runnin with the pack got slept Hands in the cookie jar, cut his finger off Nigga bein greedy, we gon cut his tummy out Hundred bricks on the roads, took a couple routes Plush mommas house, Hermes and Fendi couch Uh, I aint really with the razzle dazzle Knock him off and then I throw him off the boat paddle Go to Tijuana, put the kilo on the saddle Sack him, hit a lick and cop a pterodactyl Pap him, choppa biting down like an apple Mansion with the acres with the horses and the cattle Trapping like the narco Got dope like Pablo Cut throat like Pablo Chop trees with the Draco On the Nawf, got Diego Say Hasta luego Muy Bien wrap a kilos Snub nose with potatoes Straight out the jungle This real rap, no mumble My skin black like mamba Got stash boxes in Hondas Straight out the jungle Magnífico, arriba, arriba Take-Takeoff No monkey in the jungle block hot like a sauna Bustas knocking on me, tryna weave with anacondas Jumpin in the water, tryna sneak across the Waterglass Gotta seek guards out, got me bit by a piranha Ill bag it, bag a money, know I gotta have it Savage, but Im still a gentleman in Cali Static, nigga turn to mean about the cabbage Kill his whole family if he run off with your package I just put a pack on the way to Bogota Poke his eyes out, aint no tellin what he saw Ima wire his jaw, I dont know if he will talk Get the chainsaw and Ima saw his legs off They knew that we was gang but they sayin that we a ring Investigatin, takin pictures of the whole team Undercover, tryna do a sting 10 mil on a plane, going straight to Medellín Trapping like the narco Got dope like Pablo Cut throat like Pablo Chop trees with the Draco On the Nawf, got Diego Say Hasta luego Muy Bien wrap a kilo Snub nose with potatoes Straight out the jungle This real rap, no mumble My skin black like mamba Got stash boxes in Hondas Straight out the jungle
Whoa Whoa, whoa You runnin round drinkin liquor Takin pictures cause you miss me You runnin round drinkin liquor Fuckin niggas cause you miss me You can sleep with half the world Bet you still wont forget me You could find love, get married, have kids Id still be realest nigga to hit it I was gettin some head earlier and you crossed my mind Im as solid as they come, but you crossed the line Yeah, you been stopped keepin it real, I can see the signs When it came to havin your back, Im so real I prolly wouldve gave you my spine Id rather have loyalty than love Cause love really dont mean jack See love is just a feeling You can love somebody and still stab them in they back It dont take much to love You can love somebody just by being attached See loyalty is a action You can love or hate me and still have my back I gave you my all You was my dawg I would have went to war with the world on your call Thought you had my back You let me fall You healed my pain Then you caused it Now I gotta ball without you Now I gotta ball Now I gotta ball without you Now I gotta ball Now I gotta ball without you Now I gotta ball Now I gotta ball without you Now I gotta ball You crossed me once, its fuck you forever Middle school got my heart broke, stop writin love letters Heart cold, yeah, so cold had to buy the Moncler sweater Valentines Day, she ripped the card and urinated on the rose petals You was my rock, heavy metal Now you aint shit to me I thought it was love, until I woke up And had an epiphany Keep the fame and keep the love Just give me the loyalty Nefertiti, King Tut I treat you like royalty I just wish your love wouldnt fade away Even when the smoke clear, Im here to stay Dont you ever let a nigga take my place Would you be around if I had minimum wage? I gave you my all You was my dawg I would have went to war with the world on your call Thought you had my back You let me fall You healed my pain Then you caused it Now I gotta ball without you Now I gotta ball Now I gotta ball without you Now I gotta ball Now I gotta ball without you Now I gotta ball Now I gotta ball without you Now I gotta ball
Ooh No, no, no No, no In peace , may you rest Never ever shoot below the neck You a rookie , Im a vet Thats why I got a Glock, you got a TEC Not checkers , this chess I flooded out my Patek with baguettes I curve Tiffany , for Jess Need to get myself together, Im a mess In Bikini Bottom, I’m with Sandy Moesha keep on drinkin all the brandy Keisha eat the molly like its candy Bodyslam a nigga like Im Randy Yeah, Im a hot hitter Im a guap getter Leave a thot bitter Get your block hit up Oh, you think you in a group? Get that shit split up Tryna suck me layin down, I make that bitch sit up Yeah, hot box, dirty stick, case closed We grill beef, nigga, charcoal Sellin pussy, her vajay-jay got a barcode These broke ass niggas need Jobco Used to use EBT to get seafood Now I Uber Eats when I want Kiku She wanna hang out and let the gang G you Metro worth a lot of M’s, nigga, me too Hangin’ off my earlobes is a rock Hangin off my waistline is a Glock The body in that casket was a opp I don’t throw no bottles, I throw shots All this drip on me, I need a mop Balenciaga boxers and the socks I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht Finna drown in em, dawg, finna drown in em Last altercation, got a hundred rounds in him All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in em Ain’t no furniture, its just a lot of pounds in em Percs, soft, hard, and I got the brown in em Word to bombaclaat, shotta, we dont ramp in em Edgewood, Glenwood, Bouldercrest and the Hamp with em Got a lot of sticks, you can get stamped with em Tryna mediate the beef, you get found with em All these chains, rest in peace to Harriet Tubman Niggas broke cause they doin too much clubbin Cashed out on all my cars cause Im stubborn Zone 6 against the world, thats how Im comin I came out the womb, I was thuggin Aint no fistfights, niggas uppin Rappers say they want smoke, but they bluffin When you see em face-to-face, it aint nothin Hangin off my earlobes is a rock Hangin off my waistline is a Glock The body in that casket was a opp I dont throw no bottles, I throw shots All this drip on me, I need a mop Balenciaga boxers and the socks I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht You know, I was racin down the highway earlier today, ridin down 20 I happened to see a nigga I robbed back in the day You know what? He was happy to see me
Yeah, yeah, yeah I pull up roll the window down and I pull up roll the window down and I pull up roll the window down and I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it Im on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Im on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Im on that Slaughter Gang shit, Take a nigga bitch Nigga yous a bitch cause I ran off with ya shit Im a real right Blood and these niggas counterfeit You dont pull up on the Ave pussy boy you get dipped I bought a brand new drop and then I poured me up some drop Young Savage real street nigga, yall aint on no block Bitch, keep your legs closed cause all I want is top I pull up and pew pew pew pew yall gone call the cops I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it Im on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Im on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Two guns up, I dont give a fuck Im a big dog lil nigga you a pup Pull up at yo spot walk up on it shoot it up Yo bitch she on the molly yeah I got her booted up You said you was trappin but I heard thats a lie Baking soda, cold water, cut the stove on, scrape the side You can keep the skinny bitch cause I like a fat ass and thighs Bitch Im Young Savage yo baby daddy know not to try I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it Im on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Im on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Woo Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex Fuck with all my chains on, lets have chain sex Hangin with the gang, you get your fangs wet Wanna kick with the gang? You gotta bang it If you gon throw ice on, gotta swang it Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it Pour different colors, sippin, tainted Woah, think the vibe just start vibratin Dont do playgrounds, we do not swing sets Shawty got the K, dont entertain threats Shawty came my way, she brought the same sex Bust it down, she talkin body language Eatin that punane, got my bangs wet We gon have to change for the banquet Solo with Mulsanne, its not the same specs Pull up, left with somethin I aint came with Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Ice, froze, glow Get, glow, get, glow Three main bitches thinkin they my main bitch Hit the club and swap the hoes I came with Dont you come outside, we on that gang shit Had to switch my T-shirt cause she stained it Had to buy a visa, she from Moscow Fuckin round with Travis, you get crossed out He used to be on, that nigga off now I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dawgs now Earrings cost a quarter certified by GIA If its bout my bae or bout some smoke, Im on my way Your bitch gave the Kid Cudi, but Im not signed to Ye I nutted on her cheek, her new nickname is Babyface Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex Fuck with all my chains on, lets have chain sex Hangin with the gang, you get your fangs wet Wanna kick with the gang? You gotta bang it If you gon throw ice on, gotta swang it Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it Pour different colors, sippin, tainted Woah, think the vibe just start vibratin
Yeah VVS look like a star, yeah I took the top off the car We dont abide by the law You don’t know what I done saw Cant leave without it I keep a stick for the war Checks I deposit Money just stick with the boy Lot of model bitches check for me Nigga, don’t check for me less you got checks for me I kept a stick like a hobo, no checkin me Way back when D-Lo had the spot in Trestletree So many hoes, had to get a vasectomy She left her body home and brought her neck to me I did a walk-through, they sent a jet to me Yall niggas show price less than my travel fee One of my arms worth a ticket Watch so much that a car came with it Back in the day I used to rob with no mask on Shit on my wrist, I woulda killed the whole house for And I went to school high, I aint go to class though I was with the OGs learnin bout the glass bowl Caught me with a deuce five, mama kicked my ass, bro Break yourself, leave his brains on the dashboard Im with Ced and Lil Baby We got four choppers that’s full Way before rappin’, on God, I was trappin, sneakin’ my Glock in Lacura I got my K from Osama Bin Laden, lil nigga he signed this shit Im 4L gang, if you reach for my chain, then a nigga gon die in this bitch A-B-C-D-E-F-G Wagon, y’all niggas doin that big cappin I aint with the friendly shit Closest thing yall gettin to a handshake is the beat clappin Your mama gon have to make a GoFundMe, yall niggas keep doing that sneak jabbin Gucci had to kill the whole woods Just to make Young Savage this motherfuckin mink jacket VVS look like a star, yeah I took the top off the car We dont abide by the law You dont know what I just saw Cant leave without it I keep a stick for the war Checks I deposit Money just stick with the boy Cash in and cash out I am not lookin for clout I knew I would figure it out I took the millionaire route Popped a pill got my head in the cloud Say my name, itll bring out a crowd We got paid, now my family proud I been drippin this drip since a child I hit your bitch, she a jump off Cartier bracelets for her, they dont come off They get the swag from Atlanta and run off I make the boys swing the stick like a tomahawk Runnin this shit, what the fuck is they talkin bout? Skinny jeans stuffed with them hundreds, they poke out S65, Im in a robot Im a real one, aint running from nobody Hellcat fast, you know that I show out Aint sparin no bitch, give a fuck bout a blowout If we wanna smoke with you, boy, you cant go out Still gettin money my label dont know bout Court-side with the vibe with her toes out Rich nigga, I come straight out the poor house Trap goin crazy right there by Morehouse Dead end, me, Ced and more ahks Bought a Benz, doubled back, bought a trap house Im with Savage in the 6 doin donuts Youngins with me, they got fire, they gon go nuts Quarter-million in a baby blue Goyard Buy it cash then I go in the motor Drive fast, aint no pullin me over Play with bags, you can tell by the odor No alcohol, go get me a new soda VVS look like a star, yeah I took the top off the car We dont abide by the law You dont know what I just saw Cant leave without it I keep a stick for the war Checks I deposit Money just stick with the boy Yeah, niggas tryna drip like the boy, yeah I dont gotta get no award, yeah Live in the bank, dont do fraud, yeah 200 racks on my arm, yeah I been fuckin superstars, yeah Her pussy good, buy her a car yeah You niggas aint makin no noise, yeah You niggas aint makin no noise
Hola Me llamo Onika Wrist frío Pelo rosa Culo gordo Lo maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Toa las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Toa las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Toa las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Toa las putas quieren kush Make some room, hoe, keep a hundred feet away Fifty trucks, when I pull up we a fleet away You ain’t on my throne, ain’t even a seat away But thanks to Nicki, all these new bitches can see the way I got the krippy, I aint talking bout the gangs, though Had all these bitches rocking pink hair and bangs, though Now I got em rocking inches now But Ill leave these bitches hanging like lynches now Word play got em stepping up they pens-es now Still stick me for my flow like syringes now Still kicking closed doors off the hinges now Shotgun in them 88 Benzes now With my plug, I call him Poncho, but I think he wants some chocha Put this pussy in his boca, make my niggas take his coca Now Im balling like Im Sosa in that Lamborghini rosa Yelling, viva Puerto Rico, all my bitches es hermosa Pero ahora estoy pal krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Toa las putas quieren kush Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA 200 cajas e paper que pedí en eBay En PR ya es legal, yo firmé la ley Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha Las gatas quieren Kush, no quieren Friska Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca 2 phillies, se queda bizca Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx Priority el paquete, next day vía express Del celular traqueo con el GPS Y el shipping se lo cobramo al bobo de tu ex Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal Que le baja a la movie, que pa acá no venga a frontear Que somos millonarios y acabo e comprar par de acres pa sembrar Pero ahora estoy pal krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Toa las putas quieren kush Call baby girl up, it’s time to smoke something I know you heard, I’m Slaughter Gang, I smoke something Off the head, yeah, I ain’t never wrote nothing Pretty face, ass fat, Im tryna poke something Yeah, back it up, baby, let me see you twerk Yeah, spillin’ codeine on my Gucci shirt Yeah, whole lotta racks and the krispy And she throw that ass back like a frisbee Uh-huh, Im smoking krippy kush Fill the backwoods up with the whole bush I might pass her to the team, cause she old news Tryna make a hundred Ms using Pro Tools In a Maybach and I’m laid back Put a bullet hole , in ya wave cap You better pay me now , I don’t cut slack All these VVS’s , make you upset Pero ahora estoy pal krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Toa las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Toa las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Toa las putas quieren kush
Power The money and the fame make a monster A monster Power The money and the fame make a monster A monster Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Feelin so good, might smoke somethin Hit it so good, might choke somethin Might pull out, the game so weak Fuck it, you can go and have both of em Zone 6 nigga, I come from Neighborhood soundin like, Pop, pop Pick em up, roll em out All of that drip drip there got young boy drop drop Ayy ayy , oh Where that money go? I was livin fast They gon watch em slow All these niggas got six figures, they wont miss an O Im gon shoot they baby mama if I got the pole, oh, ayy Bodyguards goin through customs Both of them boys got handguns Cause most of your friends, cant trust em Clout chasin Let me truth on the verse If they paid you to do it, you dont gotta ask what you worth Me and Savage, we came from the dirt If you rappin for money, you silly This shit aint a milli, this shit is a hundred The industry savage and most of you average Aint fraid of no static, Im bustin, Im bustin He might be an addict, he drinkin that Tussin He know where you live, where you work, do you trust him? Power The money and the fame make a monster A monster Power The money and the fame make a monster A monster She below the belt, thats a low blow She gon try and blame it on YOLO Niggas out here tryna rap beef I aint givin no free promo He cuffin, he a cop like Robo Ima pass her to the gang like Romo Brand new Rari, Im solo Finna go shoppin in SoHo You could dump me in the middle of the ocean Im still comin out dry You can leave me in the jungle with bears and tigers Im comin out fly Ill take the stand for my brother Put my hand on the Bible, Im still gon lie You can have all the fame in the world All the money in the world, wont stop no cry Pain and the hunger made a savage Came from the bottom, disadvantaged Then I started livin my dreams That shit turned me to an addict It aint bout the money, you can have it Shawty got a booty, Ima grab it In the fast lane, tryna dodge traffic But I aint never dodged no static War wounds, I got scars Teachers told me I wouldnt be nothin but I went far I could pay your salary for ten years with one car All the pain and all the struggle made a superstar Power The money and the fame make a monster A monster Power The money and the fame make a monster A monster
Cardi, Cardi bops Cardi, Cardi sendin shots We The Best music Cardi, from the block Cardi, with the Glock Cardi, yeah Cardi, yeah Another one Cardi, yeah, yeah, yeah DJ Khaled They say my time is almost up, tell them bitches, Wish, wish All these hoes lookin cold, all these bitches fish sticks Put a ribbon on my box cause this pussy gifted I aint got no free time, all my shit expensive See my ring, my watch, my chain and everything is lit, lit All this gold on a bitch, I feel like Im Slick Rick If they love me or they hate me, it dont make no difference It be hard not to kill a ho cause I be tempted Now I be countin money, buyin jewelry, hoes be ridin dick I just make my Ms and mind my business, hoes be ridin dick I can see Cardi eat so much, and thats what got em sick But I wonder how they still aint pregnant, all that riding dick Yall betta go ahead with that weak shit, Im certified, real street bitch Wont be a song if I leak shit, we strapped up like defense Whatever you do, sis, keep it cute, sis Leave that beefin shit at Ruth Chris or end up toothless Ive been official my whole life, I bought burners, I aint buy likes How did little ol me get money? Got everybody all tight These bitches wack, these bitches garb , they diss me, I disregard Bet you if I had a dick, these bitches couldnt get it hard They say my time is almost up, tell them bitches, Wish, wish All these hoes lookin cold, all these bitches fish sticks Put a ribbon on my box cause this pussy gifted I aint got no free time, all my shit expensive See my ring, my watch, my chain and everything is lit, lit All this gold on a bitch, I feel like Im Slick Rick If they love me or they hate me, it dont make no difference It be hard not to kill a ho cause I be tempted Bought a Richard Mille, coulda bought me a house Feel like Im the greatest rapper came out the South She keep tryin to fuck, I told her top me for now She got ass shots, told her work on her mouth Everybody talkin this king talk, nigga we shootin shit up, we dont battle Cornball nigga, you aint gettin no money and we dont give a fuck about your talents Came from the bottom, Im a multimillionaire, I was just sleeping on pallets Fuck these rappers, Im 4L gang, we the best like DJ Khaled Your bitch got that crazy head like a Kanye tweet Had a wedding for my Glocks, call em Jay and Bey I split the rent with my chopper cause it stay with me Leave you drunk like a shot of liquor, aint no chasin me He threw in a white flag, but I still want beef Catch you at your album release you play with Cardi B Make this pistol blow both ways, I call it Hennessy I know your mama taught you look both ways fore crossing me They say my time is almost up, tell them bitches, Wish, wish All these hoes lookin cold, all these bitches fish sticks Put a ribbon on my box cause this pussy gifted I aint got no free time, all my shit expensive See my ring, my watch, my chain and everything is lit, lit All this gold on a bitch, I feel like Im Slick Rick If they love me or they hate me, it dont make no difference It be hard not to kill a ho cause I be tempted We The Best music Another one
Bang outside, I hang outside Dont come out the house cause the gang outside Bang outside, I hang outside Dont come out the house cause the gang outside Bang outside, hang outside Dont come out the house cause the gang outside Bang outside, hang outside Dont come out the house cause the gang outside 13, got my first stripe, nigga Glenwood Road, where they shiest, nigga Slaughter Gang so I keep a knife, nigga We was broke so all we ate was rice, nigga Paid the Js to cut on my mamas lights, nigga Come get your bitch, she tryna spend the night, nigga You a bitch, that make her a dyke, nigga All these bodies, I cant sleep at night, nigga Yall must thought that I was gon whisper the whole time I ran out of weed, I sent your bitch out of town Gave her fifteen hundred and she came back with pounds Rappers think they it, but they really just clowns Gucci store, a hundred thou, thats just in a day Always cheatin, Im a dog, think I need a cage Savage loaded, chips and dip, Im not talkin bout Lays Throwback Rafs, call em retros, Im not talkin bout Js First name 21, last name Hefner, I got too many freaks Levi jeans, low self-esteem, he on BlackPeopleMeet Look like Mýa, shes on fire, who got the keys to my Jeep? Who want smoke cause I want smoke, I had a wet dream about beef Bang outside, hang outside Dont come out the house cause the gang outside Bang outside, I hang outside Dont come out the house cause the gang outside Kids see my car, they get to playin Bingo Off-brand rappers stealin all the lingo Thirty on my hip, the label want a single I green light hits, I dont make jingles Shut your damn mouth fore you drop, nigga Last nigga dissed me, he dropped, nigga I want smoke, nigga, all, nigga Savage kill all of his opps, nigga Smoke the mall last week, ball nigga Slaughter Gang, yeah, we brawl, nigga 4L Gang, lot of shots, nigga Savage kill all of his opps, nigga If Young Metro dont trust you, Im gon shoot you Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Goyard duffel got a lot of racks in it Louis Vuitton got a lot of racks in it My carry-on got a lot of racks in it Everywhere I go I got them racks with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig? For real, huh, huh, huh, hey Im gangbanging , and Im dangerous Smith & Wesson , and its stainless Brand new Rari , Im finna paint it She took a Xanny , then she fainted Im from the gutter , aint no changing From the gutter , rap saved me She drive me crazy , have my baby Need my cash , fuck you, pay me Uh, where is the money? Where is the, where is the paper? Ooh, there go the acres, ooh They biting my drip like a sabre, yeah, yeah Who is my neighbor? I live on the island, Im sacred Yeah, life is The Matrix Be rich or be broke and be basic You dont want static, yeah All of my shooters on Addys, yeah, yeah A-list status, uh, uh His and her Pateks Out of here, gone, gone, gone, zoom Baguettes on the watch make em walk out the room You keep the fire, but you shoot at the moon I get the fire and I aim at your noon Street sweeper, we not talkin bout the broom, ooh I got more blow than balloons You smell that Biscotti perfume Yeah, we the wave and we big like typhoons Go fifty-nine, eighty with moons Twenty-five million my move I drip in my sleep on snooze I love when I meet Jesús Im gangbanging , and Im dangerous Smith & Wesson , and its stainless Brand new Rari , Im finna paint it She took a Xanny , then she fainted Im from the gutter , aint no changing From the gutter , rap saved me She drive me crazy , have my baby Need my cash , fuck you, pay me Im sedated , eyes lazy Bloody Phantom , the seats brazy I dont do payments, uh-huh , new Bentayga, uh-huh Cost two-eighty, uh-huh , bitch, I paid it, uh-huh Rover SVR and I got the seats blazin Went against the gang and he got his cheese grated Bitch, you just a nut, baby, we are not dating My tanktop Givenchy, lil bitch, Im not basic Sellin glass out the house, nigga Js smokin in the house, nigga Send some bullets at your spouse, nigga Hide the racks in the couch, nigga Im gangbanging , and Im dangerous Smith & Wesson , and its stainless Brand new Rari , Im finna paint it She took a Xanny , then she fainted Im from the gutter , aint no changing From the gutter , rap saved me She drive me crazy , have my baby Need my cash , fuck you, pay me Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh Chopper talk , AK, AK walk Spray the block , its an outline, chalk We dont talk, young nigga be stackin up that sign language If you get out of line, disrespect your boss, you should do just fire em, aint ya? Ironing boards Straightening money on ironing boards Connect the streets Nigga keep lookin, cant find no cord Patek Philippe So much water cant find no shore Save your beef Nigga, nobody cant find no war Im gang banging , and Im dangerous Smith & Wesson , and its stainless Brand new Rari , Im finna paint it She took a Xanny , then she fainted Im from the gutter , aint no changing From the gutter , rap saved me She drive me crazy , have my baby Need my cash , fuck you, pay me
I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon bleed the streets Ski mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheat To stay ahead in this bitch-ard , drank syrup like its liquor Street lifell have you catchin up to God quicker Sticker, AK-40 to your liver Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper Flipper, so much bread, Im a gymnast Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies Im mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher Aint no regular F-150, this a fuckin Raptor No capper, street nigga, not a rapper Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper Smith & Wesson, Im 4L Gang reppin We done baptized morе niggas than the damn reverеnd Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin Who you checkin? This FN shoot East to West End Yeah I heard Papi outside And he got the double-R droppy outside Checked the weather and its gettin real oppy outside Ima drop this shit and have these pussies droppin like some motherfuckin— Type of nigga that cant look me in the eyes I despise When I see you, better put that fuckin pride to the side Many times, plenty times, I survived Beef is live, spoiler alert, this nigga dies Keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me I come straight up out the 6, and we dont spare sissies I fuck with her, and fuck with her, and her I hit up err and tell him do the err, for sure Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts Gang shit, thats all Im on Gang shit, thats all Im on Nigga, gang shit, thats all Im on Gang shit, thats all Im on Nigga, gang shit, thats all Im on Gang shit, thats all Im on Nigga, gang shit, thats all Im on Gang shit, thats all Im on Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang Til his brains hang and his mama sang And the pastor sang and them bullets sang And them choppers sang and the choir sang Im on everything Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain US Open, had it on us at the tennis game Tell the coach dont take me out, I like to finish games And my pen insane, and my men insane Theres like eighty of us now, thats the scary thing Shit they doin on that other side embarrassing We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it All this shit is for my son, cause hes inheritin it If Young Metro dont trust you Im gon shoot you Gang Metro Gang shit, thats all Im on Gang shit, thats all Im on Nigga, gang shit, thats all Im on Gang shit, thats all Im on Nigga, gang shit, thats all Im on Gang shit, thats all Im on Nigga, gang shit, thats all Im on Gang shit, thats all Im on, yeah
All my niggas outside Aint goin in, yeah We been hangin outside Aint goin in, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, automatic, yeah Always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah Where Im at is static, but it aint got traffic, yeah Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip Balance on the beam, yeah, balance on the beam, yeah Do some shit Ive never seen Wont you come ride with the team, yeah Yeah, you might just win a ring, yeah While they home on they homescreens And all my niggas outside Aint goin in, yeah We been hangin outside Aint goin in We been hangin outside, goin in Outside, not goin in Pull up in a Lambo or just with the Benz Checking out, never checking in We been outside, not goin in Hope you had a mattress when you sleepin on me Hope you got some backup if you creepin on me Cause just last week I Rest In Peaced a homie Why you do it? Why you switch up? Was it for the image or for the pictures? You always seem to show up when Im at the mixes Cause you know Im not myself when Im off the liquor Off the lean, its always better off the lean All my niggas outside Aint goin in, yeah We been hangin outside Aint goin in All my niggas outside All my niggas outside Pillow talkin, sneak dissin, get a nigga jaw wired Beat your baby momma throat so long she say her jaws tired Young Savage get a nigga whacked cause I got mob ties, Im a wise guy All my niggas in the field Im draped in Avianne, I aint got a deal Slaughter Gang and PDE, we killin shit for real Ten bad bitches suckin dick and eatin pills And I keep that Tommy, nigga, I aint talkin Hil And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill Bitch, I know your baby daddy probably wanna kill Im a real nigga, fuck niggas cant feel Plus I get inside that bowl and scrr, scrr, scrr, scrr Hit it from the back pull up her skirt I just copped that Bentley truck, I skrt, skrt, skrt Bitch, Im outside on the percs, percs, percs All my niggas outside Aint goin in, yeah We been hangin outside Aint goin in All my niggas outside
21 I feel like the motherfuckin Grim Reaper The biggest smoke blower Put a motherfuckin chimney on my stick Brand new MAK-90 with the drum attached You a shit talker, we got drums for that Tryna fist fight? Boy, you dumb for that You gon get a bullet in your lung for that Draco get to kickin like Liu Kang F&N on me in the Mulsanne Glock 19 in the Blue Flame I was strapped when I slid inside your boo thang 21 immortal, well never die Loyal to my brothers , Ill never lie Call me bird dog cause I cheat and Im fly And I love winnin, Im upset if its a tie Get you off the ground just to knock you to the floor Lets go blow for blow , lets go toe to toe When its time to battle, they dont never ever show When its time to battle, Im the first one at the door At the door with a Draco Dont nobody move, I dont wanna have to blow Rappin ass niggas get spinned at they show Thats why I need some help, I got a fetish for the smoke It get fatal in the bottom, used to rumble in the den Hit him with a combo, gotta finish him AK make you frown since you think you wanna grin Seems like all the models just be fallin in my DMs Coolant on the TEC, it get hot like Scorpion Ill burn his ass, lil buster You thought it was straight, I got some chemicals in this magazine Ill perm his ass Wanna be a gangster, but he misguided Ill learn his ass He went against me and they called 9-1-1 They had to infirm his ass How many tops you done got popped? Whole bunch How many times you ran from the smoke? Nigga, not once Eastside nigga fuckin all the hoes, and I love guns Aint no fucking diamonds in my mouth, nigga, these gold fronts And we known to handle all the business, nigga, ASAP Had her at the slaughterhouse, how the fuck you cape that? Aint no body shots, nigga, you know I told him face that Now he in the ocean, heard they hit him in his wave cap You took your shot and you missed it I just beat it up and you kissed it Took the rap game and I milked it Took the rap beef and I killed it Neck all froze like Sub Zero, dawg He wifed a thot, he a hero, dawg All I care about is my dinero, dawg Only thing Im chasing is dineros, dawg Dread-headed killer like Cyrax Brought a gun to a fist fight like Jax Nah, fuck that, only thing scare me is a rat Slaughter Gang, pick your poison, dagger or the axe Stand-up guy, they respect my mind If you foul out, get a tech, my nine If you aint a hundred, dont text my line If you know you hatin, dont check my Live You know Im Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal Aint nothin changed, Ill slaughter your daughter She said she was a dime, but her friend was a quarter I had a threesome, then I flushed the rubber down the toilet She tried to give me head, it was boring Codeine got a nigga snoring I wonder if she wouldve slept with the poor me Savage keep a Draco and it corn beef Chopper cut you up like Kitana My chopper in the band, its a drummer Russell Westbrook, I was strikin like the Thunder You was somewhere runnin round whinin to your mama Yall play conservative, we gon send a blitz Im the type to catch a tech, foul, hit him in his shit He think he a made man, hit him in the head Dont you try to run now, hit him in the leg People wanna say the stuff I say, but they be scared Jab turn a lightskin pretty boy red Its a fatality if you try to handle me Real top shotta, dont you ever try to ramp with me Got enough bullets that could kill your whole camp with me I was bad as hell in school, they even tried to counsel me I dont like to talk, dont you try to tongue-wrestle me And my block good, youll never get the best of me You know Im Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal Aint nothin changed, Ill slaughter your daughter She said she was a dime, but her friend was a quarter I had a threesome, then I flushed the rubber down the toilet She tried to give me head, it was boring Codeine got a nigga snoring I wonder if she wouldve slept with the poor me Savage keep a Draco and it corn beef
Ima slide anytime you want Put you in Chanel, Ima teach you how to stunt Slip and slide like a waterfall You need some TLC, we can creep if you want Ayy, turn your phone off, take your clothes off Im a savage, but I fuck her to a slow song Turn the lights down , lay the pipe down I aint Mr. Right, but Im Mr. Right Now She want me to fuck her to Beyoncé But I dont treat her like she my fiancé Make that thing sing like Sade 1942, it aint no Chardonnay In a Lam truck , with my Richard on Got a pretty girl , that Im feelin on We in quarantine , but my Ms long Buddy lame-lame, he got friend-zoned Got a couple spots , and they all owned Bought a penthouse , cause Im never home Threw my heart out the window, feelings gone Threw my heart out the window, but Ima slide anytime you want Put you in Chanel, Ima teach you how to stunt Slip and slide like a waterfall You need some TLC, we can creep if you want Ayy, turn your phone off , take your clothes off Im a savage, but I fuck her to a slow song Turn the lights down , lay the pipe down I aint Mr. Right, but Im Mr. Right Now Turn your phone off, take your clothes off Im a sav, but I fuck her to a slow song Said the nail lady went and did her toes wrong Said her last man was always playin Drake songs Yeah, cellphones out when I roll up Yeah, the nigga had a problem til I showed up Everybody with a at before they name tough Yeah, more concerned with blowing up than growing up Yeah, said she wanna fuck to some SZA, wait Cause I used to date SZA back in 08 If you cool with it, baby, she can still play While I jump inside that box and have a field day Im the slow stroke king, hit me anytime And my goal is to get you to the finish line I seen good movies end bad plenty times So let me finish strong, girl Ima slide anytime you want Put you in Chanel, Ima teach you how to stunt Slip and slide like a waterfall You need some TLC, we can creep if you want Ayy, turn your phone off , take your clothes off Im a savage, but I fuck her to a slow song Turn the lights down , lay the pipe down I aint Mr. Right, but Im Mr. Right Now She want me to fuck her to some Keith Sweat But she stay in apartments I got beef at Pussy so good, I had to sneak back Hit her with my Glizzy, boy, I keep that You fuck with the ones that fuck with you, what? The niggas—, the bi—, the dumb-ass bitches wanna come up and lay up and give you pussy at, what? Twelve? One oclock at night? Face-ass nigga, do I look dumb, stupid or slow? Nigga, please, what the fuck is you talkin bout? Just like you wanna stick a dick up in me, I want some motherfuckin money And dont get in your motherfuckin feelings when you see me in the motherfuckin club randomly And one of your niggas wanna get down on me And I wanna give them some pussy cause they gave me some money Know what I mean? Its easy
Now first of all where Im supposed to start When I first met you man another nigga had your heart But, Ima player so you know a playa played his part Smooth talkin, conversation took a nigga broad Im on the road doin shows, seem like we fell apart She think a nigga fuckin groupies, Im just grindin hard Your family said we wouldnt last, but we beat the odds Bonnie and Clyde, she was with a nigga stealin cars These streets so dirty, I just want someone who really there Cant fake love, I just want someone who really care Be loyal to me, want somebody I aint gotta share Open your eyes, baby girl, real niggas rare All my dog ways, had to put em in a kennel Im a savage to these niggas, but to her Im gentle Im a savage to these niggas, but to her Im gentle Im just sippin on this mud, you was on my mental I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, Ima grab her by her hair Ima fuck her like a bear, Ima fuck her like a bear Red bottoms on her, yeah Buy her Gucci, Fendi, yeah She too stiff on niggas, yeah She gon make these niggas stare Ima fuck her with no condom Ima let her meet my momma Ima take her out that Honda Ima put her in the foreign Spoiled, she aint got no patience She gon have these bitches hatin Got them diamonds on me skatin Got them diamonds on her skatin Everywhere we go we clean She want me to quit that lean Baby, I cant quit that lean Put a ring around codeine Everywhere we go we clean She want me to quit that lean Baby, I cant quit that lean Put a ring around codeine I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
Am I really hard to please? Perhaps I have such special needs I wondered what was wrong with me My friends all fall so easily Called the first one Savage Mode, my mood, thats what it was 2016, we was ridin around, beatin niggas up in the club I know she around for the money, but act like she loyal, I dont feel the love Im so rich, get bored, might wake up, buy me a car just cause Her titties is hard cause she spent a five, my bitch titties cost me a dub All my bitches got BBLs, all my bitches got butts I aint with thе rap beef, Draco pedophile, all of my opps get touchеd We aint never ran off on no barber, but we still be hoppin out cuts Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, I leave all my cars Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, all my opps be Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, wipe his nose, it was Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, Savage never did no That Clasé for your wife , that hookah for your wife Im Slaughter Gang, pussy, you know I brought my knife He was talkin gangster , we caught him at a light I let my young nigga do it, it was free, he wanted a stripe Havin my way with the cheese, Im in the den with the thieves I know that she ratchet, I could tell by the way that she wearin her weave Smokin on zaza, this shit came out the garden with Adam and Eve Chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, niggas tryna make yall bleed Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep Is it a issue? Keep me a pistol, I aint finna diss you All that pillow talk, Ima have to send The Boogeyman to come get you Chain hang low like a yo-yo, your bitch ridin dick like pogo Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, I leave all my cars Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, all my opps be Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, wipe his nose, it was Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Runnin, runnin, Savage never did no I brought a Hollywood bitch to Club Crucial I was at the Met Gala with my shooter Slaughter Gang, Gang, we dont do recruitin Say you ready to catch a body, gotta prove it Gotta prove that shit, nigga Shit aint no motherfuckin game, nigga Get your bitch ass whacked, nigga Big facts, big 4L, nigga Big Zone 6, nigga We run the motherfuckin city, nigga Yall niggas know what the fuck goin on, nigga Body for body, nigga, money for money, nigga We skunkin everybody Fuck your crew, nigga, well kill your crew Pussy, pussy, pussy Are things better or worse the second time around? Can we really do anything more than once?
Yeah, yeah I lost all my friends countin bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin handstands, Rosé on my tooth If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I dont need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my friends countin bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin handstands, Rosé on my tooth If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I dont need no friends if you really wanna know the truth Lost a few friends chasin hand money Had the same friends when I was bummy They shouldve went and did stand-up Cause when the money come, niggas act funny Crocodile wristband, 21 Dundee Yo bitch skate so fast to the dick That shed even go and get a job at Sonic Made it from the bottom, Im a star Playin with the stick like a guitar Why you got a 12 car garage? Cause I bought six new cars I remember times was dark Now Im backstage with a bar Couldnt pay the light bill, it was dark Now I can shine in the dark Lost a couple friends, I aint even really mad though I aint even really mad though Hard to tell the real from fake Cause nowadays, they got masks on Who gon be around when the fame and the cash gone? I lost all my friends countin bands in a Lambo truck VVSs on me, fightin icy like a hockey puck If she wanna dance, let her dance, watch her pick it up I dont need no friends, whats a friend if it aint no trust? I lost all my friends countin bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin handstands, Rosé on my tooth If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I dont need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my friends countin bands and I copped a Benz Pulled up with no army, just the guap and Im spendin it No, no, never lendin it, thats all for me I stay greedy with the dollar, givin no pologies All these mans with they fuckin hands out, tryna spare some I dont never stress, no, I got plenty peso I been all alone, on my own in my new mansion Everybody says I went ghost, jump in my Phantom Paparazzi always tryna press up on me Ever since I blew up, I dont know nobody Yeah, I blew 80 bands only for you to leave Hey, I know somewhere that my mama prayin for me I lost all my friends countin bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin handstands, Rosé on my tooth If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I dont need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my friends countin bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin handstands, Rosé on my tooth If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I dont need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my, I lost all my Hey
Buddah bless this beat AP on me, iced out, tennis chains, iced out Whole pointers round my neck, lookin like a lighthouse Lil nigga, pipe down, choppa make ya pipe down Runnin man , runnin man , catch me if you can Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Hit her for a minute then I pass her to the homie Hit her for a minute then I passed her to the homie I dont wanna see you when I wake up in the mornin Bad bitches only , bad bitches on me Huncho Bad bitches and I know some savage bitches Get it on they own, they dont have to ask you bitches Postin pictures on the gram and @ your bitches Secure the bag, lifestyle real expensive All these bad bitches lookin for attention That aint bad, fake bad, she pretendin If you pay to get in your bag then you winnin All these Jones soldier, fuck it, they call me Quincy Popped that seal , close that deal We in the field , spread them bills Lean spill , on that Lear Maybach seat with the sheers , AP shiftin gears AP on me, iced out, tennis chains, iced out Whole pointers round my neck, lookin like a lighthouse Lil nigga, pipe down, choppa make ya pipe down Runnin man , runnin man , catch me if you can Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Hit her for a minute then I pass her to the homie Hit her for a minute then I passed her to the homie I dont wanna see you when I wake up in the mornin Bad bitches only , bad bitches on me Yeah, 38 carats in my bracelets Argh, Put her on molly she fuck me brazy We in the field with sticks like this Arcadia Flippin the game and you niggas gon meet your maker Uh, Goyard, havin them racks and no regard Uh, Walkin around with a bad bitch, she a barbie Uh, I started my engine, I’m nowhere, where the car is? Uh, Hopped in the Wraith and she asked me, “What the stars is?” Every month on the third we get to Narcs in Dogs barkin then kick the door, no narcs in Livin the wild life, think I am Tarzan I took your broad again, she wanna come with the stars again AP on me, iced out, tennis chains, iced out Whole pointers round my neck, lookin like a lighthouse Lil nigga, pipe down, choppa make ya pipe down Runnin man , runnin man , catch me if you can Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only , bad bitches on me Takeoff Bad bitches on me, only bad bitches want me Hold up, where the bad bitches? Look at all the sad bitches Say a hundred, do two hundred on the dash, smash nigga Who want it? Cause we run it, aint no question, ask niggas Better punt it on the fourth, cause aint no runnin past niggas Man, we done it, thats important, who you trust to blast with you? Make it spaz, thats a quarter cash in the caterpillar Porsche tags on the nigga ass, Im a cop killer Reggie Miller, shoot em, bill up, say Phillipe while you say, Philip Double cup, codeine killer, Houston Texas, now who trilla? Bad bitches in the mirror, told her take the team with her Bet she bring the team with her, bring the blue and green, lookin at my AP on me, iced out, tennis chains, iced out Whole pointers round my neck, lookin like a lighthouse Lil nigga, pipe down, choppa make ya pipe down Runnin man , runnin man , catch me if you can Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me
Grind hard, nigga, grind hard, I done grind hard Late nights playin b-ball with a decoy I was on the corner with the robbers and the d-boys Now Im on the charts, man, this shit is unbelievable Mama, its a lot of secrets that I had to keep from you Got in so much trouble, thought the teachers had beef with you And it paid off cause we livin like the Greeks and Jews Used to leave your stove runnin, stove runnin Now its Louis rags when my nose runnin Got it out the mud, I dont owe nothin You pussy ass niggas, I ain’t on nothin Wanna see me fucked up cause they poor hustlin The same niggas with me back when I was head itchin Man Im having nightmares that the feds listenin You fake gangstas pump fakin and they scared snitchin The coupe fast and its fucking up the dash digits Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Its a bag on his head, Ima pick it up It was money in the house, I used to stick it up Got your main bitch chillin, splashin, tryna lick it up Dick ridin, niggas always tryna flick it up I aint tryna take no pictures, bitch Im rollin Swishers I count my back end then I jump out with that pistol If you aint suckin dick you get a early dismissal We got your wifey at the spot, she tryna lick a pickle I just went and bought a Lamb and it cost a nickel And I came from the bottom and it feel good And I went platinum, still in the hood And I take the gang with me everywhere I go Why these niggas hatin on me? Man I dont know Aint a place in the world that I cant go And I got a hundred racks inside a Go-Go And I get a hundred racks for a show, show Wanna give a bitch my heart but I cant though I cant fall in love with a stank ho Lil bitch I fell in love with the bank ho And you know I love that good drank, ho Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money and I ride round with that Tommy And I put it in her stomach and I made that lil bitch ride me Youre my old school runner, youre my old school runner But my new school runnin, it costs more than a hundred You lil niggas so bummy Make a diss song, they gon wrap you like a mummy My young niggas geekin on boot like zombies They hungry, up it on you then they tell you, Run it I stole cars, drove them like go-karts Niggas actin like bitches, they got both parts And I came from the gutter, I dont got no heart And Im straight up out the gutter, I dont got no heart Nigga when they killed my brother, I had to go hard Put that chopper in his face and then I Bogart Niggas tryna cross me, I dont understand it Im just tryna take care of the family And Im sippin Codeine, not Brandy And Im sippin Codeine, Im an addict You go to jail, cant depend on a bad bitch She fucked and sucked him tryna keep up with the fashion And Im really, really rich and I aint braggin Sometimes I really cant believe this shit happened Who woulda thought Id make it rappin? I almost lost my life when I was trappin Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the If Young Metro dont trust you, Im gon shoot you
2 love to the mob With a couple Capos and a hundred fuckin Dons Call up Slaughter Gang, youll get your shit popped Draco with a drum, this bitch aint never gon stop We on that 9th Ward shit, Slaughter Gang shit Green Store shit, its the mob, bitch Yeen got mob ties, you just on our dick Pull up with a stick and these pussys gettin hit Pull up with a stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit I put this on the ten, Ima end His life, no beginnin, fuck a friend Bitch Im with the mob, you cant get in Weve committed sin, free my niggas in the pen Free Omerta Mob shit, big sticks, get killed Thought she was dancin on the dick, thats the clip We aint gon shoot up in the air, you gettin hit Just GF, we aint clickin up with shit Got your hoe screaming woah, woah, woah My verses ten, we aint gon fold, fold, fold And you know we been havin shit All of these niggas is average Swallow my dick just like a Brisk Do 25 hundred no Ethel Ridge So many blue strips, my pocket look like a crip Throw it at peasants, fuck nigga, have it Ho Im mobbin, you starvin You a victim, Im robbin 2 love to the mob With a couple Capos and a hundred fuckin Dons Call up Slaughter Gang, youll get your shit popped Draco with a drum, this bitch aint never gon stop We on that 9th Ward shit, Slaughter Gang shit Green Store shit, its the mob, bitch Yeen got mob ties, you just on our dick Pull up with a stick and these pussys gettin hit Pull up with a stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit I put this on the ten, Ima end His life, no beginnin, fuck a friend Bitch Im with the mob, you cant get in Weve committed sin, free my niggas in the pen Free Omerta Mob shit, Purp Gang, thats my gang Loaded Family, nigga aint no way Im changin Get the commas, get the cash, do the numbers I been grindin all summer gettin that lumber Pull up, we takin shit Pull up we lay the shit down And know we aint basic, bitch Pull in your hood with them rounds My wrist is on a 10, Im in that Benz I let her get in, her and her friends Loso Loaded comin straight out the jungle Loso Loaded comin straight out the dirty Loso Loaded get that check on the third Loso Loaded get that check on the first Crime paid, dis the life that I chose Im Slaughter Gang, niggas draped up in gold Hellcat, yea it came with the kit Bases loaded, nigga Im on my shit Burnin rubber on a broke niggas bitch Pull up with a stick and I let it hit I pull up with a stick and I let it hit I pull up with a stick and I let it hit Loso Loaded Pull up with a stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit Pull up with the stick, let it hit I put this on the ten, Ima end His life, no beginnin, fuck a friend Bitch Im with the mob, you cant get in Weve committed sin, free my niggas in the pen Free Omerta
I-I-Im Lil Tay-K, I dont think you want no action You want action, you get turned into past tense Your boys deep? Well, lets get to subtractin Smith & Wesson made my .9 with subcompaction Fuck-Fuck-Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case But I aint beat that case, bitch I did the race Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face Eli Blast crackin fours like a vase Pop a nigga then I go out my way Do the dash then I go out the way Rob-Rob-Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace We tryna see a hunnid bands in our face Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat her face Put it in your mouth, ahh, how it taste? Backend, nigga, thats a 100K Four shows, nigga, I can buy a Wraith My street cred platinum, aint nothin fake Pulled up to the Slut Walk with a K You a internet gangster, Im a ape Young Savage, Zone 6, EA Hundred round drum hangin off the Drac Instagram Live got him killed broad day You can have the pussy, I want the face I aint tryna cuff you, I dont want no case Fuck-Fuck-Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case But I aint beat that case, bitch I did the race Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face Eli Blast crackin fours like a vase Pop a nigga then I go out my way Do the dash then I go out the way Rob-Rob-Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace We tryna see a hunnid bands in our face Pimp gon be eatin good noodles every day Bitch Im drawin doodles, Tay-K paint the way Chopper tear your dudies into fish fillet I-I-I woke up too moody, who gon die today? Shoot a fuckboy in his motherfuckin face We cookin up, boy, you dont wanna go dat way Gotta go dat way, you get robbed for your rackades Gotta go dat way, boy, you not gon be happy I tote 50s, Im a shooter like Young Pappy Bitch try to rob, we make her dance, Michael Jackson We was plottin, yall was tryna get the pack in Get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction Fuck-Fuck-Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case But I aint beat that case, bitch I did the race Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face Eli Blast crackin fours like a vase You want the drama? We got the drama For you and your folks, them Whole lotta guns, whole lotta choppers Whole lotta smoke for them Whole lotta motherfuckin yellow tape You dont wanna smoke with them Thats about me, young nigga from the streets Straight up PDE Shoot a motherfucker straight up in the face, closed case Nigga, ask bout me Nigga, Im so gutta with it, Im slimin Young nigga, I get with it Im with the shits, is you with the shits? Nigga, I dont think you with the shits Do you got that stick? Cause I tote that stick Nigga, thats some daily shit, yeah Ill pitaroll a nigga if I got to Nigga, dont make me pull this stick out, I might chop you Nigga poppin like some bitches Go across your head and nigga you aint gon need no stitches Fuck-Fuck-Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case But I aint beat that case, bitch I did the race Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face Eli Blast crackin fours like a vase Pop a nigga then I go out my way Do the dash then I go out the way Rob-Rob-Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace We tryna see a hunnid bands in our face
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah M-M-M-Murda Yeah, yeah Fuck is you talkin bout? Bitch, you offendin me I just might go head And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me I just might go head And mix me a Sprite with some lean like its chemistry Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me Fuck round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin I usually dont beg but I dont want the ceiling please Oxycontin fucking up kidneys Molly, my cup look like bath salt And Im too high horsed for asphalt Therefore Im in clouds from day to dark They say that I changed, its the cash fault Pay everybody like a cash cow I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR The Rollie stainless, stainless We young and rich and we dangerous Im at Piccadillys with your missus, nigga And the weed stinking like a chitlin, nigga The money long like a Philly, nigga Make me catch you slipping then its Christmas, nigga The bulletproof can take a missile, nigga I got Benji on me and he Crippin nigga I done wrapped the benji in the city, ho I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, nigga Put a swimming pool in the living room How Im living, nigga, I aint swimming, nigga Only thing that me and Michael Phelps Got in common is that we winning nigga Rock star lifestyle Your hoes going wild Saint Laurent shorty and toting that .40 We move through the city like BMF Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang Only difference them bitches, they VVS I know these bitches gon change And fuck on whoever, whenever they see a check If you do not fuck with the gang Dont act like you do, when you see us just keep it that Swing through your block, bring that sweeper back Land on your spot where your peoples at Smoke you where ever we see you at You dont want no problem so keep at that Fore you get your man murdered Hitters in the van lurking I put bread on the beef Turn it to a hamburger Put that paper on the scale, nigga Little homies talking big money When the wars on youll tell, nigga Put a bag on your main hitta When them things hit em, that’s an L nigga So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale, nigga And that’s all I’ma tell niggas, and thats it Yeah, yeah Fuck is you talkin bout? Bitch, you offending me I just might go head And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me I just might go head And mix me a Sprite with some lean like its chemistry Goddamn, I had four hoes one time, they was drilling me I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin I usually dont beg, but I dont want the ceiling please Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys Woah, woah, woah Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa I aint with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa Hundred shottas with me, whoa, VVSs on me, whoa VVSs on me, bling, badaboom, badabing! Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up your car shit Put them blue tips in that cartridge We put them drums in them carbines We pull up on rappers and spark em I might take your chain if it sparkle Street nigga really came from nothing Strip a nigga like Caine cousin Kill a nigga then you saying something You was talking, nigga, I was hustling We was shooting, nigga, you was ducking You was texting, nigga, I was fucking I was betting nigga, you was bluffing Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunching Car foreign and my gun Russian Sneak dissing, get a concussion Yeah, yeah Fuck is you talkin bout? Bitch, you offendin me I just might go head And let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me I just might go head And mix me a Sprite with some lean like its chemistry Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me Fuck round and lift up they soul like Lil Chino be wheelin I usually dont beg but I dont want the ceiling please Oxycontin fucking up kidneys
Yall know whats goin on 21 Gang til Im gone 4L Gang til Im gone If Young Metro dont trust you, Im gon— Roll the window down, stick the Glock out This chopper got a AMP, Ima rock out When its time for smoke, they gon cop out This AK47 made in Moscow All these dead bodies got me seein strange things Both sides of the gun, I done dealt and felt the pain Drive-by? Nah, we the walk-up gang I come from the 6 where they chalk up lames Slide in and out Spend the night? I doubt Gold grill mouth I come from the South We was stealin cars You was inside the house I know he gon be a rat one day Right now we call him a mouse I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shyst You can roll the dice, you might lose your life Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin nice I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic I done did a lot in the streets and them facts PTSD like I came from Iraq You made it from the gutter, then Im tippin my hat Dont go big on me, you might get hit with this MAC I dont need no holster, you get burned like toaster I dont drink no liquor, but Im smokin on mimosa We been gettin that Jewish money, everything is Kosher Bought myself a Ventador and bought my bitch a Roadster Drive my Lambo to the store, Ima wave with my doors Im on Glenwood, not the Ave., nigga, the road Talkin on the pillow, nigga, that shit for the hoes Id never snitch on my enemies or my bros Im so 21, dawg, Im so SG Im so 4L Gang, I keep a Glock, not an XD Head so good, she not even white, I still call her Becky Richard Mille cost so much I could push a button and see next week .30 on the glizzy, got my pants dizzy Playin round with Savage, you get shot in the kidney So many drums, he gon think a band hit him Chopper clapped his ass, he thought a hand hit him I do the BlocBoy JB on a brick Make your crew do the Electric Slide with this stick She dont get no new Chanel, she gon throw a fit I wanna buy that girl the world, the way she suck this dick Fronted me some bags, I ran out the same night When I was in jail, on my momma, I aint kite Niggas know Im solid, I shoot and I fight You just wear Adidas, but in real life, I got stripes I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shiest You can roll the dice, you might lose your life Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin nice I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic My brother down the road, they tried to give him life He swear he so creative, turned a toothbrush to a knife Savage got your wifey playin with herself on Skype She thought the AC was on, it was just my ice We pull up ready to shoot Yall ready to fight Pull up, ready to kill Yall ready to die Broke-ass nigga get killed ridin a bike Savage left his gun at home, nigga, yeah, right
Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom Mike WiLL Made-It Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Rollie bust down, drippin on my clothes, nigga Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Rollie bust down, drippin on my clothes, nigga Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Rollie bust down, drippin on my clothes, nigga Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Savage cutthroat, Ill wipe your nose, nigga My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga Ima make it storm, Magic City on a bitch 21, a felon, but he still ride with that stick Yeah, he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6 Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin licks VVS is drippin, yeah, yeah, drippin, yeah, yeah Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale Ridin round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12 Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Rollie bust down, drippin on my clothes, nigga Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Rollie bust down, drippin on my clothes, nigga Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Rollie bust down, drippin on my clothes, nigga Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Gd up in that Gucci, bood up with your hoochie Shhh, Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie YGs doin okay, YGs got it made YG getting paid, YGs skin clear, YG got a raise YG got some hoes, YG on the play, YG with the shits Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up The FN, FN fuck em up Under my designer, tucked Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch I need me, need a boss bitch One that take dick and talk shit No weave, Id rather her bald head Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Rollie bust down, drippin on my clothes, nigga Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Rollie bust down, drippin on my clothes, nigga 50,000 dollar back end at the shows, nigga Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga Feds takin pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga Million dollar lawyer Jews, cant wait to dismiss em Spend bout a dub in Gucci Got your bitch wet in her coochie My nigga just got out of prison He already totin an Uzi The pot is too big, jacuzzi Money like Frank Lucas Walk out the bank in some Gucci 50 thousand to the goonies Broke my wrist off in the pot Tryna make a bigger knot Jalapeño, block is hot Duckin, dodgin from the cops Put a hunnid in the stock Put a four up in the pop So much Gucci on me Hoppin out with double G, they thinkin I was Wop Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded Now I cant even see the clock Draco make his heart stop Split him like a Pop Tart Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods In the back, Gucci golf cart Heard you had to give the bread back Cause you couldnt get the sack off Offset! Ayy Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch Spend a lil money, that shit aint no problem Not good, Im Gucci Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted I fucked up the scene and she act like she knew me Open your lip, the stick start shootin Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt I remember you used to be good on me Now that Im Gucci, Im fuckin these thots, thots Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi You know we on top, it is no tie Im fuckin your bitch, nigga, why lie? Make the brick disappear, voilà Yes, Im a Migo, you know Im a Migo Im shittin on niggas like ca-ca Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Rollie bust down, drippin on my clothes, nigga Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Rollie bust down, drippin on my clothes, nigga Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Rollie bust down, drippin on my clothes, nigga Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga Mike WiLL Made It Ransom Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Straight up Straight up, straight up Straight up, straight up Straight up, straight up Straight up, straight up Let a nigga get inside Gotta wear a seatbelt when you ride Im keepin my Jimmy on tied I can count that shit with no eye You killed my partner, we ride Lil nigga, we aint lettin shit slide Yall niggas aint lettin shit die Yeah Hit a nigga bitch outside Then I pulled up the V-Live And we had them sticks outside Drinkin on lean, Im tired Yall niggas cant join my live I aint givin no high fives Yall niggas fuck around and be wired Yeah Drop-head Phantom on me Whole lotta hunnids on me Whole lotta rubber bands, nigga, fuck a rubber band Nigga, whole bookbag me Ten Ms, yessirski Whole lotta hoes, they ski Cocaine white like teeth LA hoes on deck Thirty rounds hangin out the TEC Yall niggas rookies, Im a vet Put a peephole through your neck I just wanna talk about the check Made a quarter ticket, bought a Vette Savage still poppin, Im set We was chargin ten for em first And I want ten for a verse Fuck that, nigga want ten-times-ten for a verse Ten-times-ten in your hearse I dont go to church, I curse I aint tryna kiss that bitch, lil bitch, Ima put it on your chin when I burst Hit your main bitch, yessirski Doin donuts in the 6, yessirski You got engaged but she still wanna slurp-ski She double-tap my pictures, she so flirty Draco with the drum and its dirty Pineapple crush, its so dirty Come and get your bitch, she so thirsty Im finna pass her to the gang, yessirski Fuck nigga came in his house I aint panic, no, I aint hide I aint know the bitch was your bride He tried to argue with me, then he got fired I aint wanna cap or lie And me and her dont got ties Watch how I walk, how I slide Put your girlfriend on the block list, 1600 Suicide Squad These niggas tryna have beef with me, I dont even like shit thats fried Broke nigga never paid five hunnid for some cod Bitch, got my speakers up too loud, yeah Two-door coupe, Ima ride Got your bitch ridin shotgun, give me head nods, yeah Im in the stu all day, yeah I can go verse for a verse, yeah I dont even pray cause Im cursed, woah This for a Glock, not a purse, yeah These niggas fakin they life, yeah These niggas takin fake Perc, no I know they stomachs all hurt Dick too deep, her stomach hurt Put that boy right on a shirt I hit your main bitch, yessirski Doin donuts in the 6, yessirski You got engaged but she still wanna slurp-ski She double-tap my pictures, she so flirty Draco with the drum and its dirty Pineapple crush, its so dirty Come and get your bitch, she so thirsty Im finna pass her to the gang, yessirski Glenwood Road, Im poppin Nigga, fuck the opps, Im poppin Call them niggas flies, they droppin Drop it in the bowl, its lockin Straight up out the 6, Im cocky Almost went hollow off on Austin Block get hot like Takis Ima dope-boy, you a jockey None of yall niggas can stop me Fuckin with the Crips, on God-y Bitch, dont spit, just swallow it Hit your baby mama, she follow me Hit him with the stick, he hollerin 21 Al-Qaeda, Im Taliban Yall lil niggas be gossipin Yall fly Spirit, Im charterin Yessirski
If Young Metro dont trust you Im gonna shoot you Spent a thousand dollars just to sip Park that motherfucker in the V.I.P. I got that motherfucker on my hip Ima squeeze , Ima squeeze We aint really with all that internet shit We aint really with that pretending and shit Come and get your bitch, she actin friendly and shit When I get inside that pussy, I be killin that shit Im in savage mode , Im in savage mode Im in savage mode , Im in savage mode Im a savage on these hoes , savage on these hoes Savage on these hoes, Im a savage on these hoes Im in savage mode , Im in savage mode Im in savage mode , Im in savage mode Im a savage on these hoes , savage on these hoes Savage on these hoes, Im a savage on these hoes Cup, woah Muddy, yo Hit the yolk Got the stick, woah Keep it on me, yah Knew you got it, yah One in the head, yah Bitch, I fuckin dare Nigga, I double-dare Why the fuck you stare? Pew, pew , bet yo ass dont stare Red bottoms, yeah Bitch, watch where you step Im in savage mode , cook a nigga like a chef Aint no loyalty , these niggas all for self All these fuckin stripes , I shoulda been a ref Im in savage mode , Im in savage mode Im in savage mode , Im in savage mode Im a savage on these hoes , savage on these hoes Savage on these hoes, Im a savage on these hoes Im in savage mode , Im in savage mode Im in savage mode , Im in savage mode Im a savage on these hoes , savage on these hoes Savage on these hoes, Im a savage on these hoes All that backstabbin turned me to a savage All that fuckin krabbin turned me to a savage Racks inside the mattress turned me to a savage I turned to a savage, bitch, I gotta have it Fell asleep in science, I love mathematics Bitch, I like to add, bitch, I like subtractin That chopper flip a nigga like he acrobatic He dont want no smoke, he dont want no static Im in savage mode, shit can get tragic I might toe tag him, I might body bag him These bitches gettin old, I already had em She wanna live lavish, she dont meet my standards Im in savage mode , Im in savage mode Im in savage mode , Im in savage mode Im a savage on these hoes , savage on these hoes Savage on these hoes, Im a savage on these hoes Im in savage mode , Im in savage mode Im in savage mode , Im in savage mode Im a savage on these hoes , savage on these hoes Savage on these hoes, Im a savage on these hoes If Young Metro dont trust you, Im gon shoot you Im a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes Savage on these hoes, Im a savage on these hoes Im in savage mode, Im in savage mode Im in savage mode, Im in savage mode Im a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes Savage on these hoes, Im a savage on these hoes
Issa Kylie, might be Jenner, hol up Lets fight about it, hol up, she leave wit the winner, hol up Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas N-n-n-n-narcos Wheezy Beatz Issa, issa, issa Issa Issa, issa, issa Issa Issa knife, dawg I got stripes, dawg Whats in that Wraith, Savage? Its some white, dawg Its some nose-wipe , thats a slime Chopper singin , Ginuwine Im on Air One , issa nine On Gresham road , all the time I be cheatin , she be cryin She tell the truth, I be lyin Issa paintin , half a ticket Issa Kylie , might be Jenner, hol up Issa jet , issa check Issa savage , now she wet Issa Pyrex , I got crack Got a coolin system, issa Tec If your bitch spend the night, issa sex If your watch aint cost a hundred, it aint shit Issa X , its respect If she dont check em , issa next Issa slice , yes or not Only one body , issa squash Im out the gutter, dawg, nigga, Im real raw Nigga I got real hitters Issa gravedigger Nigga, Im real raw Issa babysitter Oh, thats a real kiddie? Nigga, thats a real stripper I see whiskers , he scared, issa pig Couldve been had em, talk to Rika instead Tremendous pool, issa livin room We tigers in the streets, bitch, tycoon Nigga, issa Patek, nigga, issa necklace Nigga, issa knife, came for a slice Better get right , nigga get diced Never tell the truth, issa lie Issa 21 , issa Jeff Issa profit, dawg , issa net I watched you go sell four million, issa stretch You gave somethin to the cops, issa sketch Issa drawin , issa foreign This look fun , that looks borin Girl, stop textin me so much, issa nnoying Issa bloody LaFerrari, issa fortune Issa duffle bag , issa Goyard Thats a pump fake , this a whole car Issa VVS , and its swimmin Im a gang banger , Im lieutenant Issa Thugger, issa lieutenant Boy with all the fuckery, issa menace Tell me your target, tell me your bargain Please dont scream, its an arson Issa Rolls Royce and its tinted Spent your bank account at the dentist Issa a Bentley , it aint rented Issa diss song, now they missin Issa brown bag, issa blue cash Issa coup thats fast, issa green Xan Issa moshpit, issa bandana Issa Taliban, Alexander McQueen Issa 40 , issa 30 Issa Dessy , yall not ready Issa nail polish , bitch, Im petty Issa ton of these , Six God heavy Issa YSL , issa PDE Thats my old ting , issa TBT Issa tax bracket , issa Stoney jacket World is mine now , its on Tony status Nigga, dont argue , nigga, you pardoned Nigga, gon harm you , nigga, we heartless And I got a Rari , and I got a Harley And I got Saint Laurent on my garments Issa 21, issa rat, issa pump, issa killer Issa pistol, iss dismissal, issa kiss, if we catch her, yes, we kissed her Iss dismissal, iss dismiss you, issa pistol, issa spillin Issa spillin, issa Im bigger, issa Issum killers, issum hitters, issa hit em with some missiles Issa , issa , issa fuck it, issa fuck em Issa fuck em, issa bust em, issa truck em, issa fuck em Issa buck em, issa just dont cuff em, 21 Issa, issa, issa, issa, issa Issa, issa... Issa Issa, issa, issa... Issa Issa, issa, issa... Issa Issa... slight problem, niggas poppin like some popcorn, nigga Hit your bitch with my socks on, nigga Issa, issa, issa knife, lil nigga Know some hitters out the 9th, lil nigga
Solid nigga, real street nigga A hundred percent, a hundred and ten percent Aint no cut on this shit, nigga This shit blue magic, nigga, like Frank Lucas nigga on god Four trap spots at the bottom of the hill Tryna diss Savage, thatll prolly get you killed I get my shooter smoked, I think he finna spill The beans, I got X, dawg, 75 cents a pill Tez took a 15, finna come back on appeal Pop took 19 fore he was 19, made me shed a tear Blew up on my own, no cosigns I was stiff I swear I went like six times platinum fore I signed my deal We used to cut MAK-90s before they made them Dracs Im so Slaughter Gang, Ima nut on her face Captain Save-A-Ho, you might get shot in your cape Niggas drop a mixtape, then they tattoo they face Niggas drop an album, then pretend to be gangsta Imaginary hood, you gon make it up, aint you? He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster I got niggas down the road for a flock, theyll shank you Give me head in a brand new car Hit her from the back, need Geico, She got fat cause a nigga made her stay in the house so I got the bitch lipo Ridin round town with a Glock, but if its a hit Ima use my rifle You can ask all the opps, niggas know 4L gang go psycho Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass You know you aint built like that, play and get your ass smashed All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash Im a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass Leave your mans brain in your motherfuckin lap ass nigga Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow Brrr-bow-bow-bow-bow I wanted to come in, know what Im talkin about Cuz just talked that shit That big Zone 6 shit for yall niggas ass Im a Zone 6-er, Mr. Remixer Mr. Fuck-Her-Then-I-Hit-Her-Pass-Her-To-My-Nig-ger Only thing I smoke on is a big Swisher And I dont sip liquor, I sip lean, yes, sir Pull up on the curb, hop out serve a nigga bird Who run the block? Slimeball, thats the word Get a nigga topped, off top, non-stop, on my block I got shooters totin their Glock, its a 30 in his Glock Niggas aint rockin how we rockin, we rock-solid And I keep them blues in my pocket, ten thousand Five on your head, nigga, get your head chopped Ride through my hood and I got the top chopped Off, when I ride off Smoke gas, cough Bitch give me mouth Big dawg, boss Yall know what it cost Just to be a boss Well, you gotta wipe some niggas off You gotta run off on the plug You gotta shoot at some niggas Let em know you dont give no fucks If you really bout that life, then, nigga, show em you bout your business Dont be schemin on a hunnid, nigga, run up you a million Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass You know you aint built like that, play and get your ass smashed All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash Im a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass Leave your mans brain in your motherfuckin lap ass nigga I was little, now Im bigger I was broke, now Im worth eight figures Its either you against us or you with us Malcolm might get killed in the middle Mini-14, I was 17 first time I shot it Nigga, I was on Glenfair Went hollow, Collier Ridge to VC Robbin, landin, all the way to Line Street, they dont play fair If you make your bed, you gon lay there Made a hunnid on Austin off my cell, yeah It was a trap spot and I used to stay there On my dead brother, I kept a K there Tryna spend the night, you must be fuckin or somethin I want you to suck me like you suckin your thumb Savage rich as fuck, but I save money like a bum Made it to the top, but I give back to the slum Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass You know you aint built like that, play and get your ass smashed All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash Im a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass Leave your mans brain in your motherfuckin lap ass nigga
Uh Someone made a mess in my account Someone bought a Patek in a panic Bode, Bentley addict, I go manic Hit the oochie-coochie til its slanted, ooh Im gon beat it up, ooh, lady Im gon make your dreams come, baby Ayy, you the one who talkin all that trash Forty-five, Ill twenty-eight that ass You can set the snow on fire You smell like a peach papaya She said, Eat this psilocybin, Ima be right back Im like, Aight Ayy, I dont know what psilocybin is This better not be no molly She just laughed and closed the door Dark chocolate, sea salt I took a bite She said, We gon have a special night I said, Who you telling, girl? I know that Tracee Ellis with it when you throw back Girl, I see your Ooh, youre so divine And them panties came off Ima give you some privacy Pictures with your stepsisters N. K. Jemisin with you, uh Got the All About Love, on some bell hooks Then I turned to a dirty look, uh Ayy, why your cat lookin at me sideways? Sing to her I said, Nah, Ill put on the radio though Lay back on my back , vibrate My ex on some BS She walked out the closet Girl, never write a check I cant deposit She said, Boy, stop, lets go walkin You wanna be outside for this We just talkin Dogpark looking like a Trader Joes Papillon, mmh, thought you hated those Other girls, uh, let they shady show Every time we walk around They say, How she gonna hold him down? No They dont know what they missing Most these niggas wanna run around with these SZAs I prefer to just stroll the park with this Chaka Baby girl was just diggin all in my pockets I was going hard We were holdin hands, tried to make me understand Make girls fall in love, thats my , yes Everybodys jealous I wont ease it with these colors Ooh, I wanna see it in the moonlight Yellow, red, orange robe, askin for donation Im not a tourist, nigga, this is not vacation Vibrate Goddamn, man, this girl goin crazy on my Motorola She said, Let me answer it Then shell know its over Girl, you cancerous, you gon ruin my life Let me get this paperweight, then come be my wife She just laughed and touched my face You dont understand what this is I aint lookin for another lifetime Lets just stay here and enjoy the great design Had the iceberg tucked in my waist Fuck an omelet, you can eat off my face I just thought that we were vibin You dont love her, then you lyin Come and go and you get tulips Put a finger to my two lips Ooh, you got it bad, just remember what we had You can set the snow on fire The reason that you suffer is desire The reason that Im moving with this ooh-wee I was lovin life, I got too deep Woke up in my room, she was long gone Toni singing me another sad song Eternity Oh, until we meet again This aint special, tell me what you want This aint special, baby, this is fun This aint special, tell me what you want This aint special, baby, this is fun Drop it off , let me see if your booty soft Gold mouth , yes, Im from the Dirty South Lights out , summertime, I brought the ice out Pipes out , all my shooters came from Moscow Got a girl in Harvard, I talk proper when I call her Baby, Im a baller, aint no way that I can raw ya She dont want no new friends, she just tryna buy her a new Benz Ive been counting Ms, me and Ben Franklin damn near kin Put my mind to it and I did it, them facts Talkin bout your brother to get some pussy, thats wack The police keep harassin cause Im rich and Im black They mad cause I made myself a boss without crack I aint trippin, boy, Im Lamborghini whippin Straight up out the trenches, money made me ignant Im on a private jet eatin Popeyes chicken I be flexin like Im eatin Popeyes spinach Morning dew Percolating, still have a little time for Sunday, ooh Baby, I might let you go Babe, baby, no matter what And like I switch the other side of me Baby got a whole lotta ride on me Babe, baby, lets take it back to crib Back, back to the crib Back, back to the, babe I might let you go Baby, baby, no matter what And I can, I can, I can, I can To the crib Back to the crib, back to the And no one seen them Baby, I, baby, baby, I
You know the comedown, we really feeling soothing The come-up got em all oozing Took a one way to take it out of Houston Took the Metro and we was still boomin I just pour til I cant pour no more I slow down but it aint slow no more I stack up cause it dont fold no more I pour up til I cant pour no more I slow down but it aint slow no more I stack up cause it dont fold no more Nowadays, I be on ecstasy when Im bored I dont even know who keep it real anymore All that living fast, pour the lean, make me slower You know I aint that nigga to be played, do your homework If I could do it all over, Id make the same mistakes All that fucking over made me who I am today Slidin Maybach with the drapes, you cant see me pass I was in the school on a C class I tried the Perky but it aint work, and Ima still pop em Drinking purple, smokin purp, I need to see about it All that pain, Im poppin molly like an antibiotic I cant help it, Im a zombie, I cant heal my heartache I pop pills til I cant feel no more Tryna be sane but I cant hold no more I wanted fame but I dont know no more I pop pills til I cant feel no more Tryna be sane but I cant hold no more I wanted fame but I dont know no more Tried love but I cant no more Tryna find loyalty, it aint no more Told myself I wasnt gonna drink no more Its like the styrofoam glued to me though I feel weak for using drugs to ease the pain From the street, concrete in my vein Lil bit of change make a nigga change Different tax bracket but my number still the same I done seen dope turn a nigga who had hope To a nigga with no hope, hung himself by a rope No joke cause he didnt know the ropes And he served an undercover, judge gave his ass a boat I done seen fame turn a nigga on his bro Turn a bitch into a nigga, nigga turned into a ho Identity crisis, people dont know who they is Cause these bitches act like niggas And these niggas act like hoes Shooting for the moon but the stars just fine Tryna make a dollar and Im short nine dimes You know Im a hustler, Ima grind bout mine Long as I got Metro, nigga Im gon shine I sip drank until I cant no more Pour up the lean until I cant no more One more cup, I think I just might snore I sip drank until I cant no more Pour up the lean until I cant no more One more cup, I think I just might snore I just pour til I cant pour no more I slow down but it aint slow no more I stack up cause it dont fold no more I pop pills til I cant feel no more Tryna be sane but I cant hold no more I wanted fame but I dont know no more (Lord, save the world Lord, save the world Lord, save the world) Lord, save the world Lord, save the world From this hunger for power From certain destructions hour Motherfuckers cannot listen to that fuckin save the world shit No, I dont like it We are totally against that shit You stream it, iPhone or your phone, whatever Im taking the shit and Im here to tell you Im here to keep rap the fucking same Hes trying to save it, Im not Youll all be heroes
Fuck her in my Rollie Fuck her in my Rollie Ima fuck her in my Rollie Fuck her in a Rover Fuck her in a Rover Ima fuck you in the Rover Bend the bitch over Bend the bitch over Ima bend the bitch over Fuck her on a sofa Fuck her on a sofa Ima fuck her on the sofa Metro Boomin want some more nigga I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on Im playin with her kitty with my VVS rings on Shawty savin hoes, told that boy put his cape on My partner down the road, Im talkin to him on Tango I put that bitch in a Porsche I bought that bitch a new Yorkie I scrapin the bowl with the fork Scrapin the bowl with the fork Im fuckin that bitch in my Vans I pull up and shoot at your mans You steal, Ima cut off your hands Independent, I dont need no advance Im in diamond district bout to buy a new watch Im fuckin on a model and we ridin a yacht They like, Savage, boy you came a long way from that pot Im still a street nigga so I keep me a Glock I made it off the block, bitch I beat the statistics I told that bitch I got a bitch so dont you leave me with hickeys Bitch Im on them Percs, got me twitchin and itchin Drinkin all this syrup, Im bout to fuck up my kidneys Young Savage, I get high just like Bobby and Whitney And plus Im rich bitch, I aint gon need me no pension I walk off in a room, I be feelin the tension I swear these niggas like hoes, all that whinin and bitchin I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on Im playin with her kitty with my VVS rings on Shawty savin hoes, told that boy put his cape on My partner down the road, Im talkin to him on Tango I put that bitch in a Porsche I bought that bitch a new Yorkie I scrapin the bowl with the fork Scrapin the bowl with the fork Im fuckin that bitch in my Vans I pull up and shoot at your mans You steal, Ima cut off your hands Independent, I dont need no advance Ima count a lot of cash Smoke a lot of gas Ima count a lot of racks Walk around with straps Walk around with MACs Ima walk around with MACs All my niggas blood All my niggas blat All my niggas blat All my niggas pull up on the scene in that motherfucker bloody, leave a pussy nigga whacked 21 Gang , Slaughter Gang , Murder Gang PDE Magnolia thing , you niggas cant hang with the gang You niggas cant walk round with chains We snatchin your chains Snatchin your stain We snatchin your main Fuck on your main She gon fuck on the gang And kickin her out Put that dick all in her mouth I just might fuck on your spouse I just might nut on her blouse Diamonds on me water, whew Im a dog, bitch, roof I got golds on my tooth 24 on my tooth Fuck her till that pussy loose Bout my check nigga, swoosh Strapped up in the booth Strapped in the coupe Im strapped up in the club I cant show these niggas love You a bum, you, you wearin Lugs All my crips screamin cuz I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on Im playin with her kitty with my VVS rings on Shawty savin hoes, told that boy put his cape on My partner down the road, Im talkin to him on Tango I put that bitch in a Porsche I bought that bitch a new Yorkie I scrapin the bowl with the fork Scrapin the bowl with the fork Im fuckin that bitch in my Vans I pull up and shoot at your mans You steal, Ima cut off your hands Independent, I dont need no advance
Oh Anthonio, my Anthonio, do you ever? Oh Anthonio, my Anthonio, do you ever? Oh Anthonio, my Anthonio, do you ever Wonder why or where I am now? Do you ever feel ashamed? Do you ever feel ashamed? Do you ever feel ashamed? Do you even feel a thing? Woo Overtime and overdue Aint no sleep, that is old news Been outside, thats with the crew Made my night up on the move In the morning, get the news She come home, I heard the zoom I step outside, I need my peace, yeah Take one down and hit my peak Oh Anthonio, my Anthonio, do you ever? Oh Anthonio, my Anthonio, do you ever? Oh Anthonio, my Anthonio, do you ever Wonder why or where I am now? Do you ever feel a— I feel I overuse myself, I overuse myself I feel, I mean I overdid myself, I overdid myself I feel, I mean I overused my nights, I overdid my nights I overdid my nights Yeah, hit the lights, yeah, hit a right Took everything, aint nothing left Count your blessings, count your steps At your throat like we that strep Its way too cold under this flesh All week, we ball, but we dont mesh All week, we drink, leave us a mess Down all my drugs, it is old news Oh, oh Mhm mhm, hmm, hmm Im with Lil Harold , been with Nudy Them the ones, you see me when they all leave The Glock on tip though , lit when we Chevy They already know its not too many About the clique though , this shit been busy Chasin after paper, come and get me Like Im sick though, sippin plenty Weve been outside, goin in
I can show you how to fit an M in a duffel Show you how to fit a hundred bags in a duffel Went and bought a Demon, nigga, just to burn rubber Bitch, you bad as fuck, I might just hit you with no rubber On that Slaughter Gang shit, bitch, we knife talking Nigga, I aint making no diss songs, we be white chalking All my niggas dogs and we like to bite, dont it? Glock 30 .45 with the mic on it Going brazy, niggas think I need a psych, dont it If I cant finesse em Ima put the pipe on em Niggas pussy, they cant wait to turn to mice on ya 12 catch ya, they gon put the blue lights on ya Hang around a lot of gang bangin ass niggas Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga? You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger I call it KKK cause my choppa hate niggas Hang around a lot of gang bangin ass niggas Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga? You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger I call it KKK cause my choppa hate niggas You do a lot of talking, nigga, not me Do a lot of walking, nigga, thats me Finna open up a morgue, all this damn beef Choppa with the sword, Game of Thrones, .223 Max out, Tee Tay down the road, finna max out Late night, pullin in the partments, all the straps out Straps out, make the wrong move, get clapped out Dont you think Im slippin just because a nigga rap now Got a hoodie, man, Im the boogie man We on that bullshit, man, walk around with Uzis, man This a Mulsanne, not a Mustang Let the 30 hang, nigga, Im so gang Hang around a lot of gang bangin ass niggas Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga? You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger I call it KKK cause my choppa hate niggas Hang around a lot of gang bangin ass niggas Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga? You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger I call it KKK cause my choppa hate niggas Nightmare on Elm Street Its a Nightmare on Elm Street A Nightmare on Elm Street Feel like Jason, Friday 13th Hockey mask with the .223 Its a Nightmare on Elm Street A Nightmare on Elm Street
Woah, Woah Niggas tryna clone me tryna make another me I heard they called for the queen Niggas tryna clone and tryna make another me Woah, Woah Uh, Young Money Niggas tryna clone and tryna make another me My baby momma bitching, but she still be fucking me You blowing up her phone and she steady sucking me Woah, woah, you a sucker, sucker I got her bent over, finna fuck her, fuck her Them boys police them niggas undercover Lil bitch that pussy so dry you finna break the rubber I done took a nigga life and Ill take another Young nigga pull up gon spaz Young nigga got that bag Young nigga run the jazz Nigga we aint goin out sad Yall niggas goin out bad Yall niggas hang around feds Yall niggas make a nigga laugh Yall niggas make a nigga laugh Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Offset We can not throw in the towel Niggasll gun you down You better moo like a cow Niggasll shoot up the crowd Dressed in all black like a trial These niggas will run in your house Fucking a thot in her mouth I Dolce & Gabbana my couch Big ballin shit, rap game what we talkin bout Bitch sucking dick for the fame, get the fuck out Got me a Perc Sip me some syrup Im tripping the fuck out Send me the skkrt Send in a merc and he get knocked out Shawty so bad Shawty so sad, she sleep on the sofa I didnt even ask I just wanna smash so bitch bending over I pray I dont crash Im sippin on Act so bitch I cant focus I cut em off fast I go get the bad then go by the ocean Hit your hoe from the blindside I got it on me, Im fine you dine Eat the dick, she wine and dine I fuck her she whine and crying But when it get live, you niggas aint down to ride Your niggas bout it? Doubt it My niggas turn to Michael Myers Young nigga pull up gon spaz Young nigga got that bag Young nigga runnin that jazz Nigga we aint goin out sad Yall niggas goin out bad Yall nigga hang around feds Yall niggas make a nigga laugh Yall niggas make a nigga laugh Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Yo, Lil’ bitch I heard these labels tryna make another me Everything you getting little hoe is cause of me I heard I’m stopping bags, word to Shaggy it wasn’t me These bitches is my sons, but they daddy ain’t bust in me I’m a white picket fence bitch, you a on the bench bitch See me in the gym now these bitches wanna go bench press I ain’t fucking with you sis, we ain’t with the incest Yes, I am the Queen, I’m still trying to find the princess They know my name ring bells so they still press Say the Queen name you can get some ill press That went right over your head, you should feel blessed Must’ve used a lot of starch cause they still pressed Bitches is finito, I call my car Rico Cause it’s Paid In Full, baby my car don’t get repo’d London got that heat though, my jet land at Heathrow If I had a dick, I would make all you bitches deep throat Young nigga pull up gon spaz Young nigga got that bag Uh, yeah, yeah Young nigga run the jazz Nigga we aint goin out sad Yall niggas goin out bad Who? bad, hahaha Yall nigga hang around feds Yall niggas make a nigga laugh Yall niggas make a nigga laugh Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Nigga we aint throwing no flags Bitch we aint throwing no flags Bitch we aint throwing no flags Bitch we aint throwing no flags Bitch we aint throwing no flags
808 Mafia! What they gon do? What they gon do? What they gon do? My wrist on ooh My wrist on, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Southside on the track, yeah Put blindsides on my eyes young nigga, I can feel the money I got some young niggas pull on the opps, and they kill for money You ever felt a zombie? Yo body gon smell like vomit I done went bad Ever since I got checks I dont run and get mad, thats not how I react But she throwin it back, I done threw it right back I spent 40K flat Dont worry my nigga, get part of the clip so I got it right back By the way, way its going down, its been going up I cant hold nothing back, I wont hold you up I cant fit all my pain in this styro cup Always talk to myself cause its only us Always deep in my mind, dont know who to trust I been rolling round town feeling woozy Tryna ride on my side, I get choosy I dont know who is trying to use me Pimpin aint easy , hoppin out the Ghini All my wishes came true like a genie All my money comin blue when they print it That nigga Offset fuck you in a sentence See you in a minute I see you in a Rolls and its rented Nigga tried to try me like I was a gimmick Now I got a number one and they hear me You heard that? I was trappin and I had to take a bird bath Guns on me, I was going down the wrong path Im humble with the money and I dont cry Beat me at the game, Ima grab it I stock out my pints in the cabinet Drippin too clean like a napkin She was on a bean with her rack out Money to the racks so I lap em Dont give em a formula, I cap em Im from the jungle, Im an animal You bitches aint shit, they scandalous Knock his head off, I commanded him Im from the bando, my daddy had abandoned me Momma tried to cover up and bandage me Im the first one to lead the whole legacy Put blindsides on my eye, young nigga, I can feel the money I got some young niggas pull on the opps, and they kill for money You ever felt a zombie? Yo body gon smell like vomit They thought I would fail, I conquer I swim with the sharks, piranhas You tattletale, informant I move like a boss, Im important I fuel up the Rari, performance I been left out the streets like an orphan I was strong but I wanted to forfeit I got famous and rich, now Im corporate By the way, way its going down, its been going up I cant hold nothing back, I wont hold you up I cant fit all my pain in this styro cup Always talk to myself cause its only us Always deep in my mind, I dont know who to trust I been rolling round town feeling woozy Tryna ride on my side, I get choosy I dont know who is trying to use me Them shooters gon slide and its quiet, aint nobody here I nut on her titties and booty, she cleanin up the residue with her lip Every nigga cross me, dawg, on God, Ima catch him, I dont care if its in ten years Lost my bruddas to the street, we gon slide, kill some, go home and shed tears When its time to ride Catch me in the 6 with a blicky Nigga took the stand, he a Mickey Niggas get to tellin when its sticky Cant believe you niggas tryna diss me Show you how fast Ima get him Then I find his body by 3 Mississippi Richard Mille on me cost half a ticket, dawg Need to open up a bunny ranch cause I got all the bitches, dawg Why you in the car if you aint gon shoot? You another witness, dawg Them big ass, cheap ass veneers Y’all need to see another dentist dog Been fuckin with Set like way back, dawg This shit go way back Disrespect, we dont play that You can get shot in your wave cap You was in the house playin Tendo I was on the block where the Js at Ima stand on it if I say that Say it with your chest when you say that , nigga Put blindsides on my eye, young nigga, I can feel the money I got some young niggas pull on the opps, and they kill for money You ever felt a zombie? Yo body gon smell like vomit They thought I would fail, I conquer I swim with the sharks, piranhas You tattletale, informants I move like a boss, Im important I fuel up the Rari, performance I been left out the streets like an orphan I was strong but I wanted to forfeit I got famous and rich, now Im corporate
Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6 Think bout money, then bout this I got nothin on my wrist but Ill still gladly take your bitch Who produced that beat? Yessiree I did, ayy Got that ass on me Sound like Im from New York City Airbnb, gon fuck in it She know that I do the music Always cook at home, Im tryna to save up Tryna do my friends some favors Gave her head, she facin backwards 27 shows, I go through cities every now and then I watch the crowd, they jumpin, watchin me Cut, cut to days ago Im just a kid not old enough to smoke a cig They wonder, Whats the recipe? They want me to come home I can hear the drum roll But understand Im out here for a reason Li-livin in my own home Father miss me, I know But also he know that Im on a mission I got diamonds on my fist and shit Diamonds on my wrist and shit So icy, bitch, Im colder than a freezer My main bitch bitchin , side bitch trippin Bitch, I love yall both but none of yall aint no keepers Ill leave ya, Rolls Royce look like Jeepers Creepers Made a million dollars with Adidas Cant have a ticket, nigga, off my beeper Take this shit to trial, nigga, Im gon beat it Spilt my lean, it got me heated Say it one time, I dont repeat it Baby, get down on your knees and eat it, eat it, eat it Walking out of Louis V with the big box Yeah I pulled at Saint Laurent, I made a pit stop Young Savage walk around with the big Glock With that .30 hangin out, nigga thats hip-hop Car too fast, 12 cant stop me Bitch too bad, hoes cant fuck me You was running from the smoke, nigga, not me Rich Chigga, 21 Savage, now its O.D. Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6 Think bout money, then bout this I got nothin on my wrist but Ill still gladly take your bitch Who produced that beat? Yessiree I did, ayy She act like a bird, I wear shit made out of fur Your man say he getting money, claim that hes entrepreneur Fast car like Fast & Furious, she throw it back, DeLorean Im sittin in somebodys BMW recordin this Not my whip, not my whip, rather walk or take a Lyft On a trip, I hit the strip, rhat made me sad and then I dip Ayy, Brian learnin how to live it People round him go in circles Head is spinnin with no fidget Used to play the drums though, never liked it, no, no Lil Brian didnt see the bigger picture Rap-rap on my own beats so, one hundred percent goes Straight to my lil pockets and I keep it Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6 Think bout money, then bout this I got nothin on my wrist but Ill still gladly take your bitch Who produced that beat? Yessiree I did, ayy Got that ass on me Sound like Im from New York City Airbnb, gon fuck in it She know that I do the music Always cook at home, Im tryna to save up Tryna do my friends some favors Gave her head, she facin backwards
Yo Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here? Yeah, Im from the middle finger Im from the Eastside, five, Zone 6 East Atlanta, EA Brick city, yeah Licks, all that shit Sticks, all that shit Hoes, set a nigga up, all that shit Yeah, all that shit In the club, beat a nigga ass, take a nigga chain, all that shit Im from the five, middle finger, Zone 6 Dirty land, dirty sticks Bad bitches gettin hit Put a nigga on a lick Rob a nigga for a brick Rob a nigga for his shit Young nigga fall off, turn into a snitch Never turn into a bitch Gotta keep it cool, homie, rob his ass quick Never fallin off, do a nigga bad, rob him for his stash Nigga talkin like he a real gangster, put that stick on his ass Gotta keep that shit 100 with you, never switch on your mans Go and get some money, gotta get some money Never hold your hand Im the type of motherfucker nigga never had my hand out Stupid motherfucker, in my pocket nigga, know I got my cash hangin out Big 30 on that motherfucker, long ways know that bitch hangin out Bad bitch, late night, with the Slimeball know she like to hang out Middle finger with the 5, Zone 6, bitch, thats where I hang out Apartments, late night, where a motherfucker like to do them shootouts You aint bout what you talkin bout, you cant hang out Please dont try to jump off the porch, you too old now Lame-ass nigga Wannabe street nigga Sweet-ass nigga Put on the plate, eat, nigga You aint bout it, nigga I been in the street Since I was like 13, nigga Im from the five, middle finger, Zone 6 Dirty land, dirty sticks Bad bitches gettin hit Put a nigga on a lick Rob a nigga for a brick Rob a nigga for his shit Young nigga fall off, turn into a snitch Never turn into a bitch Gotta keep it cool, homie, rob his ass quick Never fallin off, do a nigga bad, rob him for his stash Nigga talkin like he a real gangster, put that stick on his ass Gotta keep that shit 100 with you, never switch on your mans Go and get some money, gotta get some money Never hold your hand Middle finger with the five Tinted windows when we slide Glock 40, Draco, know Im ridin round, nigga, with the slime Shoot a nigga in his spine Niggas snitch to cut time We the Fox 5 gang, niggas gettin whacked snitchin on mine Back it up, back it up .223 gon make a nigga back it up Tryna strip a nigga, gotta change my outfit, nigga It aint black enough Bouldercrest Road, Glenwood Road Name a hood out-whackin us Niggas runnin to their plug cryin Sayin, Slaughter Gang keep taxing us I get them racks and then I stack it up This is not a Scat Pack, this a Hellcat and its on angel dust Nigga, breaking news gang Fuck nigga, we dangerous I get inside that pussy, beat her back out Yeah, you know a nigga strangle her That fake-ass jewelry tangled up Im from the five, middle finger, Zone 6 Dirty land, dirty sticks Bad bitches gettin hit Put a nigga on a lick Rob a nigga for a brick Rob a nigga for his shit Young nigga fall off, turn into a snitch Never turn into a bitch Gotta keep it cool, homie, rob his ass quick Never fallin off, do a nigga bad, rob him for his stash Nigga talkin like he a real gangster, put that stick on his ass Gotta keep that shit 100 with you, never switch on your mans Go and get some money, gotta get some money Never hold your hand
Yall niggas stop playin, nigga Yall niggas know what the fuck goin on Big 4L, big steppers Big footprints, pussy Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 Okay, 21, okay, 21 Okay, 21 21, 21, 21 Big 4L, Im a member Leave an opp cold, like December .45 on me, its a Kimber AK knockin down trees, like timber Get your baby mama fore we bend her Hit the windshield, not the fender Givin out smoke my agenda Throw the white flag, they surrender All black tux, Im a businessman Millionaire, still shakin killеrs hand Take the plug off and the middlе man Spray the whole block, I dont give a damn Fuck a nigga bitch, Im a gentleman 21, your bitch know I been the man Playin with the rock like Im Jigga man Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man Glock in my lap, everywhere Im strapped Most these rappers cap, I aint givin dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I cant hold em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it Money on your head, nigga, well come get it New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it Keep it in the street, I aint doin no squealin I dont never put women in my business Full-time rapper, I aint doin no drillin Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep 17 breakin down a P 18 start sellin hard with Lil B Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D Ridin down Glenwood, tank on E All about the money, I aint never smoke weed Cool young nigga, still take yo cheese Not mine, this bitch for us The gang is what I trust Dont argue, we dont fuss No talkin, he get touched I cant smoke my opps Cause all my opps is dust He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk Open your mouth when I bust Suck me up slow, dont rush Havin threesomes is a must Hit it from the back and she cussed I put his bitch in the Benz She used to ride on the bus I walk around with them thigh pads But I aint got no yard rushed Glock in my lap, everywhere Im strapped Most these rappers cap, I aint givin dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I cant hold em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
On God, Dedication 6 On God, Dedication 6 On God, yeah 25 million on a nice big ol mansion And, bitch, I still havent invited your family When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammys Ima just kill that pussy, now its just a closed casket 25 million on a mansion, so precious Bitch, be careful when youre bringin your besties Satin sheets, I aint got time for no messes That exorcist told me my wifey possessive Adderall just so we can go restless We fuckin all, all night long, no breakfast No confessions, no questions, we both professionals Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrian You bought a car for the bitch I buy the narcs for the bitch You buy apartments and shit Its nice, I just walked in this bitch You buy the art for the bitch Yall argue too often and shit You always startin some shit That should come off of the bench Shout out my homies I miss Nino and Tony and Mitch This aint no cordial shit She wan come snort all this shit She wan go hard with a bitch She know what happens today She know we always forget And she just posted the shit And he just saw his lil bitch Tell him I want him to trip Tell him my guns gettin skinny Tell him theyre starvin for this Give me the check, give me the throne My hair is a minute too long My bitch look like Vivica-Berry Your bitch look like Rosetta Stone I made my bitch go get a clone Fuck em together and then on they own When they catch feelings, I’m gone Im whippin the Winnie the Coupe Im drivin and sippin the soup The shit made me drift in the coupe As long as I get to the stu Ruler clip, Rick the Ruler slick Pull up on your bitch, you just called your bitch Got that Who is this? She dont know you exist She on her Mula shit, thats that truer shit Make you eat your words, make you chew your shit Then we knockin out every tooth you pick Nigga, fuck you, and fuck who you with Yeah my bitch broke, but her booty fixed Wait, I just popped a Perc, another for dessert I washed it down with syrup I just left planet Earth, ran into Captain Kirk I pop a Perc, Im trippy, call me Perc Nowitzki Just call her Lewinsky; blurry, blurry vision Blrrp— Hello, who is this? I just hit the line I got a bitch in mind, I call her anytime She taller, but its fine, together we 6-9 I hit her other line, he like, What other line? She like, Never mind, and she can tell a lie And I can tell shes lyin, thats no lie Thats my awesome lil bitch Got me a saucy lil bitch Got me a bossy lil bitch Left her for a bossier bitch It cost me a arm and a dick I got me a naughtier bitch She suck on the balls and the stick Im about to play golf with the bitch Im way on Mars with the bitch She fuckin with Martians and shit You shoppin at Marshalls and shit And yeah, your bitch gettin trippy with me Want a quickie with me Say she wish that I had Nicki with me Say shed lick her with me Wish you wish I had my nigga with me Bitch, you washy-wishy, yall cant trick me She said God, forgive me I say Nah, Im busy I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 bank accounts Plus a main account, with insane amounts Thats somethin to think about Plus the drank in route, now Im hangin out With 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 bitches ready to drink me down Ready to drink me down, ready to drain me out Plus my main in town, and she came around Said they aint her style 25 million on a nice big ol mansion And bitch, I still havent invited your family When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammys Ima just kill that pussy, now its just a closed casket 25 million on a mansion, so precious Bitch, be careful when youre bringin your besties Satin sheets, I aint got time for no messes That exorcist told me my wifey possessive Adderall just so we can go restless We fuckin all, all night long, no breakfast No confessions, no questions, we both professionals Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrians Six shit, on God Dedication 6 on God Dedication 6 on God Thats some sick shit Oh Lord Dedication 6 oh Lord Dedication 6 oh Lord Yes Lord Dedication 6 yes Lord Dedication 6 yes Lord
Rags to riches, nigga came from the bottom Hood rats, now a nigga fuckin on models Ridin in the foreign, remember ridin on MARTA Grind got harder and my mind got smarter I was gettin bags for the cheap When I aint had money, I was robbin, nigga I was gettin bags for the free 21 Gang, they were right beside me And they still with me, nigga, Im on TV Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck em I cant go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber Im too, too player to put a bitch before my brother Im too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover Niggas tryna clone a niggas shit, damn, woah Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo Niggas want a handout, shit, mine broke I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit Cant change on my gang, niggas still here Kinda hard to change my ways cause the shit real Niggas rappin bout shit they aint even lived Niggas lyin, I can hear it in their ad-libs Im poppin Percocets, bitch, not Advil Its kinda fucked up what they did to Black, damn If I catch him in the trap, Ima whack him I catch that boy in traffic, nigga, Ima whack him Nigga, try to keep up with this fashion Makin sure my kids happy They dependent on their daddy Tryin not to let the streets distract me I know its bumps in the road like acne Had to sell dope, I couldnt be an athlete Im a solid young nigga, you can ask C The internet aint gon help you understand me Im a street nigga, yeah Im famous Im a rapper, nigga, and Im gangbangin Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin? Everybody get it with your nigga flamin All these chains on a nigga like Im stranglin Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then You knockoff gangbangers aint bangin In the hood everyday, Im hangin And I come through when the gang need And I wear shades so they cant see And I pay them lawyers and the bond fees Nigga one thousand, Im beyond G I put my main bitch inside Givenchy Niggas still askin, Can you front me? My old ho sayin, Boy you growed up Promethazine, it got a nigga slowed up Too solid, pussy niggas cant disclose us Went and seen Eliantte, and he froze us Im too street to walk around with my nose up Especially to the niggas knew me fore I blowed up Savage Mode drop, now my pricell go up Streets cold, nigga, they aint showin no love Niggas get in front of judge and they fold up Face shot, hit that boy with the whole dub Im a street nigga, yeah Im famous Im a rapper, nigga, and Im gangbangin Everybody kill a nigga, what you claimin? Everybody get it with your nigga flamin All these chains on a nigga like Im stranglin Ran off with your money, nigga, guess we straight then You knockoff gangbangers aint bangin In the hood everyday, Im hangin Couple niggas switched up, bitched up, fuck em I cant go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber Im too, too player to put a bitch before my brother Im too street smart, nigga, to serve a undercover
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn Damn, damn, damn, damn 21, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Zaytoven Yeah, yeah, yeah If Young Metro dont trust you Im gon shoot you They thought I only rapped about murder and pistols Im tryna feed my family, I aint being political You aint givin out money, then they look at you pitiful You make a couple million, niggas greedy, they envy you Ayy, fuck that other side, we gon shoot up your Sprinter I used to sell that crack and spray that MAC out that rental Niggas run and hide when we roll down the window Got a extendo and a hoodie, he cant wait til December Got a extendo and a hoodie, he gon shoot you on camera Lost his faith in Jesus Christ, he prayin to a bandana Police gunned his brother down, this shit too hard to handle Loadin up his chopper , he gon show em black lives matter Another nigga made the news, it aint nothin new He done dropped outta school, it aint nothin new He done got his first tool, it aint nothin new Mama on that dog food, it aint nothin new He smokin weed and he changin, it aint nothin new All his friends gang-bangin, it aint nothin new Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue Another nigga from the hood tryna ball, too Shit gettin outrageous Treat us like slaves then they lock us up in cages Young, black, poor, aint had a father since a baby Why you think we skip school and hang out on the pavement? Why you think we ridin round with choppers off safety? Streets cutthroat, nigga, so Im cutthroat I used to sell dope, nigga, now I cant vote Poppin Percocets to kill the pain, I cant cope Anger in my genes, they used to hang us up with ropes Civil rights came so they flood the hood with coke Breakin down my people, tryna kill our faith and hope They killed Martin Luther King and all he did was spoke Welcome to the hood, yeah, where niggas dyin at Same place where the best chicken gettin fried at Same place where the police killin, tellin lies at It aint just the babies, man, I swear their mamas cryin now Another nigga made the news, it aint nothin new He done dropped outta school, it aint nothin new He done got his first tool, it aint nothin new Mama on that dog food, it aint nothin new He smokin weed and he changin, it aint nothin new All his friends gang bangin, it aint nothin new Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue Another nigga from the hood tryna ball too
Southside Pull up and wreck , pull up and If Young Metro dont trust you, Im gon shoot you Pull up with the spark, hit you in the dark Tear your ass apart when you swim with sharks Im in the car like Tony Starks cause Im that smart Doin 106, then park like Im in my yard And motherfuck the camera time, I need family time I need go see Uncle John in Atlanta time Id probably never get it, but its cool to fantasize Just like I do by old girl and these hands of mine Grippin on the titties, ass, and her thighs Honestly, Im over her and her lies Cartier over my eyes while I analyze Okay, me and lil Metro, rockin new retros Take off your dress, ho, thats the new dress code Too blessed to stress, thats my manifesto Fuck the professor, Im too professional I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect I aint takin disrespect, lil nigga Put a couple holes in your neck, lil nigga Fuck a diss song, get you stressed, lil nigga Got a shoestring round my TEC, lil nigga Got a Mulsanne and a Vette, lil nigga Brand new Carbine one-five and its red, dog I aint tryna fuck you, I just want some head, dog Straight up out the Six and we dont shoot at legs, dog Zone 6 niggas love to see the white meat I put codeine all in my ice tea Take a nigga bitch and then I make her wifey Take a nigga bitch and then we do the nasty All these diamonds drippin, now she wanna bite me She broke up with that nigga, now he wanna fight me Fox 5 Gang, we dont do no fightin This Glock gon knock a nigga down like Tyson I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect How a nigga changed and still stayed a hundred? I ran towards change while yall ran from it Yall wanna ball, Im Stan Van Gundy She wanna hang with me and Ye, she know thats good company I like my skies Carolina blue and white True one, false move and that could paralyze your life So understand, Im the overanalyzin type Panoramic views while Im pannin out my life And I grew up playin GoldenEye So Im used to stickin to the mission while they takin shots When you this high, you disconnect a lot Sometimes I separate myself to connect the dots Only way Im goin back is goin back home I dont drink tap water, but got tapped phones Dior on my suit, Im the troop Money come around, Im never out the loop Kiss the bottom of my boot I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck I know some East Side niggas and they love to bang Know some West Side niggas like to do the same thing Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect I’m talkin FN’s and TEC’s, Rollies, Pateks I heard that, you snitch, you got police on text Pull up and wreck, pull up and wreck Pull up and wreck, we take no disrespect Southside If Young Metro dont trust you, Im gon shoot you
Murder Gang shit You aint Slaughter Gang you dont speak my language Niggas really lame, boy they lamer than a bitch Eat you pussy niggas like a fucking sandwich Maison Margiela cost a grip grip grip Bitches say they love the way I drip drip drip I eat that pussy up and then I lick lick lick Wet a nigga block and then I dip dip dip Young Savage pull up on your fucking on your mother Young Savage, bitch Im hanging with my brothers Slaughter Gang savages yeah them my brothers Slaughter Gang got choppers like under covers Hit that bitch with a rubber Fuck her on the dresser boy I fuck her on the covers I keep a lethal weapon like my name Danny Glover Im just here to fuck yah baby I aint here to love yah Send you to yah nigga cause I heard he a sucka If he run up on me like a swisher, Ima a bust em Pop pop pop pop nigga get to duckin Im a ladies man bitches call me mc lovin Murder Gang shit You aint Slaughter Gang you dont speak my language Niggas really lame, boy they lamer than a bitch Eat you pussy niggas like a fucking sandwich Maison Margiela cost a grip grip grip Bitches say they love the way I drip drip drip I eat that pussy up and then I lick lick lick Wet a nigga block and then I dip dip dip Skrrt skrrt skrrt, scrape the motha fuckin bowl up Young savage bitch Im in the kitchen cooking cola Real street nigga man I love that baking soda Bitch get on my nerves I pour a muthafuckin four up Told that nigga get his funds up. Rep that Sex Money so you know I got my guns up Word on the street savage fucked your baby mamma Jamaican Don Dada I Murder for fun yah I bought that bitch a Benz cause she use to drive a Honda You been skripping all your life and you still stay with your mamma Murder Gang shit You aint Slaughter Gang you dont speak my language Niggas really lame, boy they lamer than a bitch Eat you pussy niggas like a fucking sandwich Maison Margiela cost a grip grip grip Bitches say they love the way I drip drip drip I eat that pussy up and then I lick lick lick Wet a nigga block and then I dip dip dip
21, yeah Real street shit 21 Know what Im sayin? Young nigga done been through some shit man Now a young nigga on top man But I still got that Glock man Still let that motherfucker pop man 21 See Savage he be with them apes Play with this shit, you get ate Bitch I be covered in Bape Bitch I be covered in Bape You know I keep me a K You know I keep me a Draco Wrap a nigga like an eggroll Big bullets leave a big hole I was raised by the G code Dont bend, nigga dont fold My uncle taught me how to scrape the bowl And my auntie still smokin blow Came from nothin, nigga we was poor Eviction notices all on the door Take out trash for some school clothes Im the one that the streets chose Now Im on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down 20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine Got my own money, pussy nigga I did not sign Say Young Savage name in a song, its some shots fired Im on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down 20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine Im on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down 20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine I cant leave the house without my Glock nine I cant go nowhere without my Glock nine Im sippin codeine all on Ocean Drive Poppin percocets on Rodeo Drive Baby roll the window up and lets get high You aint no real nigga if you testify I dont have to question where my niggas ride If you gotta question, they aint on your side Plenty late nights I made my mama cry Shootouts in apartments made my mama cry Seen my niggas in a hearse, I Stevie Wonder-ed why Retaliation, let em spark like its the Fourth July Now Im on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down 20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine Got my own money, pussy nigga I did not sign Say Young Savage name in a song, its some shots fired Im on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down 20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine Im on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down 20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Good job, 1st Ass and titties, ass and titties Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties Ass and titties , ass and titties Ass and titties , come get savage with me 21 If you play the paint, Ima go for the 3 She dont dribble balls, but she good with the D Stay on Fashion Nova cuz she get it for free She at home, but her Instagram location the beach Ass phat, baby can I grab that? Booty viral, that shit need a hashtag She walkin into work like where the bags at? Hit a couple models, but I love the ratchets Ass and titties, ass and titties Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties Ass and titties , ass and titties Ass and titties , come get savage with me Where my big dick diamond rocking foreign driving niggas at? Big shit poppin, fuck that talkin, where them dollas at? 100 bad bitches in the club on some hustle shit If you aint breaking bread, please dont you touch a bitch Bills , I gotta pay If you gon handle it for me, then we can play All depending how you spend it, you can stay When its bout that money youngin, dont discriminate I dont wanna smoke yo weed, I dont wanna meet yo homie We aint gotta let me lead if you find a nigga with it on him Im 21 bout it baby, I need that cash, you feel me? So, if you aint got that bag, dont grab my ass, you hear me? Ass and titties, ass and titties Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties Ass and titties , ass and titties Ass and titties , come get savage with me Drop it to the flo after she wobble and twist I like em natural, I dont like plastic booties and lip Struggling strippers always tryna sneak in the vip You aint get no wristband, then you cant get no tip Got a bitch a brand new G wagon and I snatched her stomach, she happy 100 racks on me, Im sagging Made it out the bottom, Im braggin Came in the club with that fake ass jewelry on, threw a hundred dollars, he cappin Before I walk around trying to act like Im something I aint, I just quit rapping I had to start selling bundles of weave, you wouldnt even get her hair done If a nigga had a chance, hed fuck my bitch, nigga thats why I dont even spare none Im so 21, Im so 4L, play with this shit, get redrummed Bullets so big, I could be in Zone 6, fuck around and hit a nigga in Belgium Ass and titties, ass and titties Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties Ass and titties, ass and titties Ass and titties, come get savage with me Ass and titties, hunnids and fifties Yeah, I got a girl, dont leave no hickies St. Laurent panties she dont wear Vicky Im her sugar son, her sugar daddy was 50 Bounce that Shake that, ayy Bounce that, ayy Shake that, ayy Bounce that, ayy Shake that, ayy Bounce that, ayy Shake that, ayy Bounce that
Give her back shots til her back hurt Thumb through the money til my hands hurt Wanna go on a date? You gotta dance first Take it to the paint, I gotta slam first She be actin stiff with the booty Feelin like Im Biggie rockin Coogi Draco make you put up that lil Uzi I dont want no features, niggas groupies Pass her to the gang, quarterback sneak I was in my feelings, now its, Fuck Kiki Let lil Tip hit that bitch, on GP Smokin gas, nigga, I re-up at the BP Five foot five , she my ride or die Never tell a lie , we like Bonnie and Clyde Lookin at her thigh , like, Do it come with rice? She dont like FaceTime, she would rather Skype But Im out for the night Out for the night Out for the night Out for the night Yeah, Im out for the night Out for the night Out for the night Out for the night Yeah, you workin hard And I see you And your bills late And your rent due And you never need a man to defend you You already pissed off, on your menstrual And you been through Cause he been through You a star player And he benched you In your corner, Id never go against you Bought a foreign, now its friends wanna text you You got off late And you worked out You aint stunt his baby mama cause she burnt out You got rid of him and made sure that we worked out So I put a hunnid racks in your purse now Five foot five , she my ride or die Never tell a lie , we like Bonnie and Clyde Lookin at her thigh , like, Do it come with rice? She dont like FaceTime, she would rather Skype But Im out for the night Out for the night Out for the night Out for the night Yeah, Im out for the night Out for the night Out for the night Out for the night Damn... Damn... Ooh P-pardon my lateness, this beat hittin, slap After take one, then just run this shit back Say La Flame hot, no, Im hotter than that Told you before, know this deeper than rap We been up-up in the cap, aint no cap Just bought the block where they didnt want me at Just threw a fest right across from the tracks Tried take my world, but I got that bitch back My heart in this til I heart attack Runnin this shit til cardiac Not far from this shit where they find me at Flame, Flame, La Flame Walk in my closet, she tryin on pieces She wanna bling blaow for the evenin Up at the top its still plottin and schemin City of Angels, we watch for the demons Out of the window, we countin in seasons Three nights in The Forum for the kids, gotta feed em They open pits up without even speakin Its been some tension, but cant rock the wave Let the coupe roller coast, get the fuck out my way It will start makin sense, I guess, when I get older For now cause they cold, I got ice to get colder I run through the H, keep an eighth when I go there Dont break out Moët cause Im lit if Im sober Dont mean that Im slippin and slidin on this She wanna go out for the night, Im with it Yeah
Southside, Southside on the, Southside on the, hey Metro Boomin want some more, nigga Goyard duffle, yeah yeah Got that Draco in it, yeah yeah Whip a chicken, yeah yeah Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah And I got that Glock, yeah yeah I got thirty shots, yeah yeah Got your baby mama, yeah yeah She bent over nigga, yeah yeah Young Savage trappin, yeah yeah And Im fuckin rappin, yeah yeah I make lots of money, yeah yeah And I throw it, throw it, yeah yeah Ayy lil bitch you tryna blow it, yeah Woah, chopper like a lawnmower, yeah Woah, got that motherfuckin dagger on me Woah, stab a nigga and his lil homie, woah And Im ballin like Nowitzki, woah I get head like Lewinsky Police tryna fingerprint me, woah Im runnin out that motherfucker, nigga, woah Get money like a motherfucker, nigga Bags in, nigga gas in Cash out, nigga cash in Im robbin, ski maskin You niggas know that Im bout action Fishtail with the traction Fuck a fistfight, nigga I was blasting Air that motherfucker out, we was smashin Got them VVSs on me, nigga glass Fuck school nigga, always skipped class Fuck the other side, throwin red rags Slaughter Gang, PDE gon do you bad nigga Runnin through this cash, through this cash nigga And my bitch bad, bitch bad nigga Yeah, and I got a bag, got a bag nigga Why these niggas mad, why they sad nigga Cause Im poppin ho, yeah Im poppin ho Got your main bitch, pussy poppin ho We dont want that pussy, we just want that toppy, ho And I dont want it if the shit aint sloppy ho Yeah, gang gang, nigga gang gang Ayy, niggas snitching in the chain gang, ayy They must not know they go in the chain gang, ayy Stab em up, nigga stab em up Im in a Bentley truck, you in a Acura You niggas actin like I aint got racks or somethin You niggas actin like I aint in the trap or somethin Fuck you niggas thought, Savage was just rappin huh Hey, your main bitch, she gon back it up 21, that two-two-three gon make you back it up 21, that show money I just stack it up 21, Im real gangster, you just acting tough, woah Niggas tryna put the feds on me, woah My young niggas droppin shells on em, woah I know they scared now, scared now Niggas broke, they cant even pay they bail now Ayy, I get a brick and I bust it down, nigga Put it in the pyrex and drown it, nigga Water whip the dope, water whip it Ho, water whip your ho, water whip em, yeah Them VVSs got her hypnotized, yeah I used to walk around with two nines, woah Then I hit a nigga for two nines, 21 Thats a half a brick lil nigga, 21 You a fuckin shrimp lil nigga, 21 I got somethin for that lip lil nigga, 21 Have you with a limp lil nigga, 21 Cut you up, no temp lil nigga, yeah I get money cause Im rich nigga, yeah I might fuck all on your bitch nigga, yeah Got a drank in in the vip nigga, yeah She want a gangster, not a wimp nigga, yeah Burberry fur on me, shit, woah Thirty, Steph Curry on me, shit, woah Eating chicken curry in this bitch, woah Good food, nigga good food, 21 Im a gangster, you a good dude, 21 I wont text her til she send nudes, 21 She call my phone when the rent due, 21 I aint got a dime for your stankin ass, 21 Wash your behind with your stankin ass, bitch And your nigga broke, down bad, bitch All my niggas havin fuckin bags, bitch Rich niggas, rich niggas, rich, 21 Hit nigga, hit nigga, hit, 21 That stick nigga, stick nigga, stick, 21 Bricks nigga, licks nigga, hits, 21 Slaughter Gang, PDE the shit, 21 Got the rap game on lock fast, 21 Got the block game on lock fast, 21 I got that Glock aim on lock fast, 21 I drop cop and send shots fast, 21 You only gangster when the gangsters gone, 21 You just a pussy with a camera phone, 21 You just a bitch with an Instagram, 21 No trigger finger, I got a trigger hand, 21 All of em like to shoot nigga, 21 All of em like boot nigga, 21 All of em in your boot nigga, 21 Finger holes, nigga finger holes, 21 You just a pussy with some finger rolls, 21 I cant respect a nigga with cornrows, 21 Broke nigga with your brothers clothes, 21 Broke nigga fuckin your brothers hoes, 21 Get your own nigga, get your own, 21 You aint grown, nigga you aint grown, 21 Your money brown and my money long, 21 My blunt green and my gas strong, 21 Your bitch bad and I got her number, 21 All her friends wanna throw a slumber, 21 I might fuck all on that bitch mama, 21 I might take that lil bitch out that Honda, 21 Put that lil bitch in a Benz, yeah, 21 I wish that bitch had a twin, yeah, 21 She want all my friends, yeah, 21 Man that bitch got on some Timbs, yeah, 21 But I put that bitch in Gucci Gucci, 21 Man I fuck that bitch like she Karruche, 21 I might lick that, do the oochie coochie, 21 Got a brown one like a nigga Boosie, 21 Nigga catch me all up in Bruces, 21 And you know I pull up with that uzi, 21 Ima shoot a nigga, make the news and, 21 Niggas umm, niggas niggas losin, 21 Yeah yeah, nigga yeah yeah, 21 Serve a nigga with no scale scale, 21 Come and help me wrap this bale, bale, 21 Fuck 12, no seatbelt, 21 Fuck 12, I dont need help, 21 12 gauge, nigga thats my help,
This worlds all about money and pussy And you need to figure that out Once you figure that out Youll be better off in life Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of Nigga, we be sippin out the bottle I be fresh as hell, rockin Prada Hoppin out the PJ with a model Swimmin in a baddie, tryna drown Every nigga with me got style I wont put a watch on less it cost a hundred thou I want all the money and the power She took me for granted even when I tried to show her the better me I did a 69 with hеr friend, Im prayin to God she dont tell on mе Used to ride MARTA, now a nigga gettin head in the Cullinan Percocet got me floatin like a butterfly, but Ill sting you like a bumblebee Saint Laurent the only thing I put on my back Off-White jeans look like cooked crack I call the Porsche stomach cause the shit snatch Gave my girl a dub, now her butt fat You might take your women to the Louis store My bitches be askin, Wheres Chanel at? I know you see them crosses, yeah, thats Chrome Hearts All this water on me, where the whales at? Stars in the ceilin, Im where God at This supercharger whine like the car mad Savage got a whole lotta hits, dawg I be droppin bombs like Baghdad Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of Nigga, we be sippin out the bottle I be fresh as hell, rockin Prada Hoppin out the PJ with a model Swimmin in a baddie, tryna drown Every nigga with me got style I wont put a watch on less it cost a hundred thou I want all the money and the power Yeah, Ive been in the vault with the gold in the back No longer my dawg cause you told, you a rat Back-to-back Porsche, me and Savage ridin round In the town where the pipes have you loud out the back Five hundred racks what it cost to be exact And it takes one mil, five hundred thousand racks I aint even take the Rolls-Royce truck back Bought the new one with the stars and the wheelbase stretched You can open up the door, but you aint gotta close it back Everything electric, baby, everything a blessing Keep a ring and a Rollie for your next bitch Niggas riding round in Chargers tryna split shit I been ridin with a cutter, call it stick shift When I eat, I got a Goyard handkerchief Keep lil mama on her knees and her ankle lift I can get em knocked off without a finger lift Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of Nigga, we be sippin out the bottle I be fresh as hell, rockin Prada Hoppin out the PJ with a model Swimmin in a baddie, tryna drown Every nigga with me got style I wont put a watch on less it cost a hundred thou I want all the money and the power
Huh? We got London On Da Track Uh Its Gucci 21, 21 Uh Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky I got so many Ms in my bank account, I cant even count em Too many whips, way I switch my car, I cant even mount em Too many zeros with Versace pillows in my Phantoms Too many bad bitches, I dont cuff em, I just hand them Off like a lay-up , I dont got time to lay up Met my accountant at Ruths Chris, she told me that Im way up I already back for seconds, I aint even clean my plate up Ran me up a hunned Ms and then I put my bay up Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal I aint take no advance, so you know that split was real All my diamonds carats, them lil pointers be too lil Glaciers in my ear, I need a cup, they bout to spill Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, I feel like Im Rocky Huh? How you gon play D? Cant even take D Too many fake mes Way too many fake daps, way too many fake $APs And I put it on me and I want another ring Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve em like the other team You can still hear the sneaks Ballin in some Dungarees Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team? For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league Heard you the nigga overseas, but thats only overseas Im the one who oversees shit, Oh man, its him again Im up in the rim, Gatorade and M&Ms Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands My girlfriend got a little friend All the way on the other end Cause she dont deal with the middle man Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby , Im too fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky Just pass me the rock and watch him go Just run me the play and let me know With a broken leg, I let it go I aint gotta say it cause they know Gucci is materialistic, hes too fuckin flashy He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray So, so deaf to these suckers, Im like JD in 03 My ho said that Im too cocky, I dont play nothin but me These girls got nothing to show you, Ill give you something to see These dudes keep comin up short like they a pair of capris Dont group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin me Them dudes aint got nothin on me, I got a money disease Im too cold for these suckers, they aint got more money than me I wear my mink in the summer when its a hundred and three I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me I know that bitch want to fuck me, but shes too tiny for me Its my way or the highway, you either like or leave This Rollie cost us the Gs, a couple bricks on my sleeve When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine Its Wop Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky We got London On Da Track
Coupe got the missing roof, your boo came up missing too Poof, I just stoled your boo, now ooh, she gon eat the crew Bread up in the gang, you would think that Bagg was comin through Smile in my face but like a plastic bag I see through you Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! Yeah you fucked em up with this one Tay Keith Hah, hah, hah You got BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith produced it Word, word, word, word, word That cash talk, money long Shows getting booked Chopper fired at a motherfuckers dome Hoes getting took And if he playin, man he still wont make it home Whole lot of Bloc Nation block niggas in your ass Ayy what you on cuz? Riding in the motherfucking Rover Nigga talkin down, I dont know ya Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused Riding in the motherfucking Rover Nigga talkin down, I dont know ya Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused Headshot a nigga ass to see what his mind do Catch him at a red light or a fuckin drive-thru Nigga playin with the crew like we aint gon shoot Ooh-woo, now them grapes come through First 48 and yellow tape keep you from comin through I aint been asleep in bout five days My niggas crackin card, they made five plays When I see you niggas man, you know its die day And my niggas up with burners shootin sideways I know where you stay, and I know where you be posted Lil Jugg got the Drac, we do drive-bys in a Rover I just sold an eight to a white boy in the Dova But really he just played cause it was some baking soda Riding in the motherfucking Rover Nigga talkin down, I dont know ya Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused Riding in the motherfucking Rover Nigga talkin down, I dont know ya Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused Ridin in the fuckin Bentayga Salt kill snails, not playas My baby mama with it, shell mace ya Every nigga with me on that gang stuff Slaughter Gang, we came to shoot your kickback up Nigga disrespect me, he get shit-bagged up We done with her, come and pick your bitch back up I ran off on the plug and I aint even picked back up He got sent to the voicemail, he from Austell Niggas with that Instagram, Im at your doorstep Pump blew him in the kitchen from the doorstep Bitch we bring that big smoke, Im talkin horse breath Riding in the motherfucking Rover Nigga talkin down, I dont know ya Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused Riding in the motherfucking Rover Nigga talkin down, I dont know ya Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused Coupe got the missing roof, your boo came up missing too Poof, I just stoled your boo, now ooh, she gon eat the crew Bread up in the gang, you would think that Bagg was comin through Smile in my face but like a plastic bag I see through you Killers in my motherfucking circle I bang the C, half a circle Its first degree, Ill murk ya Take your head off on purpose Hah, yall niggas know what the fuck goin on nigga Nigga better stop playin fore his mama end up layin, you heard me? Real, on crip nigga Whole lotta gang shit nigga, Grape Street nigga Hey, hey, yeah yeah yeah Riding in the motherfucking Rover Nigga talkin down, I dont know ya Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused Riding in the motherfucking Rover Nigga talkin down, I dont know ya Made a hundred plays in the Focus Gotta maintain, stay focused

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🤖 HuggingArtists Model 🤖

21 Savage

@21-savage

Dataset Summary

The Lyrics dataset parsed from Genius. This dataset is designed to generate lyrics with HuggingArtists. Model is available here.

Supported Tasks and Leaderboards

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Languages

How to use

How to load this dataset directly with the datasets library:

from datasets import load_dataset

dataset = load_dataset("huggingartists/21-savage")

Dataset Structure

An example of 'train' looks as follows.

This example was too long and was cropped:

{
    "text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it..."
}

Data Fields

The data fields are the same among all splits.

text: a string feature.

Data Splits

train	validation	test
435	-	-

'Train' can be easily divided into 'train' & 'validation' & 'test' with few lines of code:

from datasets import load_dataset, Dataset, DatasetDict
import numpy as np

datasets = load_dataset("huggingartists/21-savage")

train_percentage = 0.9
validation_percentage = 0.07
test_percentage = 0.03

train, validation, test = np.split(datasets['train']['text'], [int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*train_percentage), int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*(train_percentage + validation_percentage))])

datasets = DatasetDict(
    {
        'train': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(train)}),
        'validation': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(validation)}),
        'test': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(test)})
    }
)

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@InProceedings{huggingartists,
    author={Aleksey Korshuk}
    year=2021
}

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huggingartists/21-savage

Text Generation • Updated Sep 11, 2021 • 39

Dataset Card for "huggingartists/21-savage"

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