I successi di 21 Savage
Suggerimenti
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leland Wayne
Composer
Curtis Mayfield
Composer
Joshua Luellen
Composer
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Producer
Derrick Selby
Recording Engineer
Blake Harden
Recording Engineer
Anthony Gonzalez
Recording Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Recording Engineer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Gordie Tumay
Assistant Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Testi
If Young Metro don't trust you
Scrape the corner, buy a Rover
C- inside my grandmas sofa
Sunday, family coming over
Move the c- behind the toaster
Carry pistols with no holsters
Trying not to be a poster
You was listening to your coaches
I was listening to the vultures
And I slept with rats and roaches
That's why I don't smoke no roaches
N- tryna knock my focus
Wonder why I'm sick of potion
We happy dawg but we ain't jokin'
Big bullets, we ain't poking
In that p-, slow motion
N-, ain't none of my songs wrote
I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, n-, f- you
Feel like 2Pac, thug life, n-, f- you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog ass b-, I knew I never should've trust you
H- stab a n- in the back like the streets do
Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
N- quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming "F- you, they want to eat you"
My son got asthma, grandma having spasms
F- the chatter, he gon' tattle, put 'em on the platter
Snakes plotting on my downfall I can hear 'em rattle
(That f- n- gone flop, man, 21 ain't even no real n-, f- that n-)
We sticking to the G code, n- we ain't beefin' over freak h-
I hit her on the D low, yeah she like my steelo
That n- think that he a bully, do him like Craig did Deebo
30-round hangin' out the big Glock
N-, no six shots, shootin' 'til the clip stops
You a lil' cat, I'm a big dog
N-, when we pullin' up the stick's out
Too much money got 'em pissed off
N-, I'ma pull up at yo b- house
F- a n- b- to get a kick out it
N- pop P-, gon' get a kick out it
Drinking on syrup with my d- out
Glock-17 with the d- out
I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, n-, f- you
Feel like 2Pac, thug life, n-, f- you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog a- b-, I knew I never should've trust you
H- stab a n- in the back like the streets do
Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
N- quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming "F- you, they want to eat you"
All my tint presidential, like I'm Trump, dawg
Secret service shooters, leave a n- slumped, dawg
Denzel, I get surgical with this pump, dawg
Bust it down, break it down, then I put it in a blunt, dawg
Made man stamp, I got 21 stamp
In my face, Teetee and Taytay in the same count
I was down, bad, and now I'm shining like a lamp
You put a ring on her, she ain't nothing but a tramp
The kicked me outta middle school and sent me to the house
We 'bout that gunplay, n-, motherf- 'yo count
19, I bought a Cutlass, four 12's and an amp
Beating down Glenwood, n-, feeling like a champ
N-, we ain't takin' no deals
Lil n- we ain't snitchin', we ain't making no sound
Used to jump n-, now we jumping in a crowd
Used to make my mama cry, but now I make her proud
I remember rainy days but now she like the sound
I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, n-, f- you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, n-, f- you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you
Dog a- b-, I knew I never should've trust you
H- stab a n- in the back like the streets do
Can't believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
N- quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming "F- you, they want to eat you"
Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Curtis Mayfield, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph
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