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21 Savage - Emergency ft Young Thug & Gunna (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Chandler Durham
Chandler Durham
Songwriter
Taurus Currie Jr.
Taurus Currie Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Turbo
Turbo
Producer
Taurus Currie Jr.
Taurus Currie Jr.
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
BAINZ
BAINZ
Recording Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer
Richard Huredia
Richard Huredia
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Taurus (Run that back, Turbo) 911 Porsche, it's emergency (ooh) Kick in the door, it's a burglary (ooh) Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (ooh) 25 racks for a surgery (ooh) I know you just actin' tough When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (ooh) I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust 'Cause these niggas ain't for me (ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm in the ring and my back 'gainst the ropes I'm a young king and I'm keepin' 'em woke Jumped off the porch, went and got what I want Smokin' Biscotti, it smell like a skunk Take care my mama and brother and nephews Now what the fuck else is you payin' for? I sat on the block, but didn't go to school of the hard knocks And wasn't none of this planned for I bought her the big body Jaguar We pull up with sticks like a task force It's 220 MP the dashboard GunWunna, young Wunna a bad boy Own business, I got me a company key Go get it, I get it, ain't workin' for free You wan' see that show, gotta pay you a fee She want a big Birkin, the big Bentley B I'm servin' this cash (yeah) Come with it, we kill him, ain't no sympathy Dig up the grass (yeah) Then bury his body, don't nobody speak 911 Porsche, it's emergency (ooh) Kick in the door, it's a burglary (ooh) Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (ooh) 25 racks for a surgery (ooh) I know you just actin' tough When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (ooh) I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust 'Cause these niggas ain't for me (ooh) I'm sippin' on purple, no Bape (21) I put them racks on a plate (I did) Say you want smoke, we gon' come where you stay Take my gun everywhere, I'm from the A We call her thottie, you callin' her bae Every nigga try it, we slid on tape Nigga playin' tough, got hit with the Drac' Rich and paranoid, in the hills with a K Nip it in the bud, I check that (21) Your bitch in the vert, in my lap where her neck at Pull up in your hood, we'll stretch that (straight up) Your lil' nigga starvin', send him a care pack First-time owner, no CARFAX (big facts) We got the same kinda guns like Star Trek Don't need no keys to start that (pussy) So many hoes in this car, man, park that 911 Porsche, it's emergency (ooh) Kick in the door, it's a burglary (ooh) Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (ooh) 25 racks for a surgery (ooh) I know you just actin' tough When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (ooh) I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust (yeah, yeah) 'Cause these niggas ain't for me (ooh) I call the play with the stick (call the play) And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt) She spent a night at the spot (fuck) Then I had fed her some grits (let's go) I had her sucking on cock (yeah) I made her think that she rich, yeah I gave a bitch lockjaws (lock) I'm a real gangsta, no glitch (facts) I just had hopped in a Mercury (slatt) Then we had pulled up like four deep (SEX) Bitch told me she was just pregnant That little bitch, she can't have it, no extortin' me I had to pick out my carats myself And they yellow, the bitch like a bumblebee I put the dope on the jet And I fly to Seattle to meet me a Portuguese (turn up) 911 Porsche, it's emergency (ooh) Kick in the door, it's a burglary (ooh) Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (ooh) 25 racks for a surgery (ooh) I know you just actin' tough When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (ooh) I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust 'Cause these niggas ain't for me (ooh) I call the play with the stick (call the play) And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt) I call the play with the stick (call the play) And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt) I call the play with the stick (call the play) And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt) I call the play with the stick (call the play) And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt)
Writer(s): Turbo, Sergio Kitchens, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Taurus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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