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PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahmar Bailey
Ahmar Bailey
Songwriter
Nicholas Robert Luscombe
Nicholas Robert Luscombe
Songwriter
Frederikus van Workum
Frederikus van Workum
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Hazel
Kid Hazel
Producer
Freek Van Workum
Freek Van Workum
Producer
ItsNicklus
ItsNicklus
Producer
mac attkisson
mac attkisson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah (gun smoke) Yeah (gun smoke) Yeah, yeah (gun smoke) Yeah, yeah, yeah (gun smoke) Yeah, yeah One man army from the get-go (get-go) One man army pullin' kick doors (kick doors) Talkin' out yo' neck get you tag toed (tag toed) I'm a killer whale, you a tadpole (tadpole) Nigga, you got asthma, you don't want smoke (straight up) Who want cancer? I'm giving out smoke (straight up) I got too many bitches, I can't trip bro (on God) Most of the time, I be caked up with my stick bro (on God) Yeah, AK make yo' brotha do the limbo (on God) Make this Glock "Shiggy Challenge" out the window (on God) Savage, why you always rappin' 'bout guns for? (Straight up) 'Cause, bitch, I fell in love with the gun smoke (straight up) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Yeah, gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (no-no) When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44) Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (hoes-hoes) Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (broke joke) Started with a deuce deuce, turned it to a .38 Then I got a Glock 9, turned it to a AK First I was a leg shooter, now I'm hittin' chest, face She done caught rug burn, give that girl a neck brace Shoot at me with a handgun, that's an insult (straight up) We got plenty sticks, nigga, plus my M's up (straight up) My young niggas ready to crash, they don't give a fuck (straight up) Let it bang, let 'em hang, I'ma drop mine (straight up) I don't need no shooter, everybody know I pop mine (on God) I'm at Crucial on stage with a Glock 9 (on God) I keep one in the head, I ain't got time to cock mine (on God) Murder Gang, nigga, I'm redder than a stop sign (on God) You niggas know you need to cut out all that dickriding (bitch) Skinny capris, you think you finer than yo' bitch, huh? (Lil' bitch) You niggas mad 'cause I keep throwin' up Zone 6, huh? (Lil' bitch) Like "Look at Savage, lil' bitch ass, he think he the shit, huh?" (facts) I think I am when I'm ridin' with this stick, huh (21) I think I am 'cause I just fucked that nigga bitch, huh (on God) I swear to god my deal worth seven figures, not six, huh (straight up) You think you hard, you wanna get shot all up in yo' shit, huh? Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Yeah, gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Gun smoke (gun smoke) Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (no-no) When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44) Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (hoes-hoes) Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (broke joke)
Writer(s): Ahmar Bailey, Frederikus Theodorus Cecilia Van Workum, Nick Luscombe, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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