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21 savage & gunna - can't leave without it (slowed + reverb)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
mac attkisson
mac attkisson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jenso "JP" Plymouth
Jenso "JP" Plymouth
Recording Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Mixing Engineer

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Yeah VVS look like a star, yeah I took the top off the car We don't abide by the law (no) You don't know what I done saw (saw) Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it) I keep a stick for the war (stick) Checks I deposit (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 Y'all 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 ain't 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 I'm with Ced and Lil Baby (yeah) We got four choppers that's full (21) Way before rappin', on God, I was trappin', sneakin' my Glock in Lacura (on God) I got my K from Osama Bin Laden, lil' nigga he signed this shit (straight up) I'm 4L gang, if you reach for my chain then a nigga gon' die in this bitch (on God) A-B-C-D-E-F-G Wagon, y'all niggas doin' that big cappin' (21) I ain't with the friendly shit Closest thing y'all gettin' to a handshake is the beat clappin' (21) Your mama gon' have to make a GoFundMe Y'all niggas keep doing that sneak jabbin' (straight up) Gucci had to kill the whole woods Just to make Young Savage this motherfuckin' mink jacket (21) VVS look like a star, yeah I took the top off the car We don't abide by the law (no) You don't know what I just saw (saw) Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it) I keep a stick for the war (stick) Checks I deposit (checks I deposit) Money just stick with the boy Cash in and cash out (cash in and cash out) I am not lookin' for clout (nah) I knew I would figure it out (I knew) I took the millionaire route (run it up) Popped a pill got my head in the cloud (huh) Say my name, it'll bring out a crowd (crowd) We got paid, now my family proud (on God) I been drippin' this drip since a child I hit your bitch, she a jump off Cartier bracelets for her, they don't 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, I'm in a robot I'm a real one, ain't running from nobody Hellcat fast, you know that I show out Ain't sparin' no bitch, give a fuck 'bout a blowout If we wanna smoke with you, boy, you can't go out Still gettin' money my label don't 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 I'm with Savage in the city doin' donuts (skrrt) 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, ain't 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 don't abide by the law (no) You don't know what I just saw (saw) Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it) I keep a stick for the war (stick) Checks I deposit (checks I deposit) Money just stick with the boy Yeah, niggas tryna drip like the boy, yeah I don't gotta get no award, yeah Live in the bank, don't do fraud, yeah 200 racks on my arm, yeah I been fuckin' superstars, yeah Her pussy good, buy her a car, yeah You niggas ain't makin' no noise, yeah You niggas ain't makin' no noise (on God)
Writer(s): Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass, Dominique Jones, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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