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PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantavious T. Thomas
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
Ahmar Bailey
Ahmar Bailey
Songwriter
Roshwita Larisha Bacha
Roshwita Larisha Bacha
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Nudy
Young Nudy
Recording Engineer
Kid Hazel
Kid Hazel
Producer
Roselilah
Roselilah
Producer
mac attkisson
mac attkisson
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Solid nigga, real street nigga A hundred percent, a hundred and ten percent Ain't 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 (straight up) Tryna diss Savage, that'll prolly get you killed (on God) I get my shooter smoked, I think he finna spill (swear) The beans, I got X, dawg, 75 cents a pill (21) Tez took a 15, finna come back on a pill (free Tez) Pop took 19 'fore he was 19, made me shed a tear (free Pop) Blew up on me own, no cosigns I was stiff (on God) I swear I went like six times platinum 'fore I signed my deal (straight up) We used to cut MAC 90s before they made them Dracs (on my mama) I'm so Slaugher Gang, I'ma nut on her face (21) Captain Save-A-Hoe, you might get shot in your cape (on God) Niggas drop a mixtape, then they tattoo they face (lil' pussy) Niggas drop an album, then pretend to be gangsta (lil' bitch) Imaginary hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you? He done made up dead homies, man, this nigga a prankster I got niggas down the road for a flock, they'll shank you (on God) Give me head in a brand new car (yeah) Hit her from the back, need Geico (21) She got fat 'cause a nigga made her stay in the house so I got the bitch lipo (Straight up) Ridin' 'round town with a Glock But if it's a hit I'ma use my rifle (on God) You can ask all the opps, niggas know 4L gang go psycho (I swear) Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass You know you ain't built like that Play and get your ass smashed All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast Body bag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash I'm 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 man's 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 I'm talkin' about Cuz just talked that shit That big Zone 6 shit for y'all niggas ass (Stop all that cap-ass shit) I'm a Zone 6-er Mr. Remixer Mr. Fuck-Her-Then-I-Hit-Her-Pass-Her-To-My-Nigga Only thing I smoke on is a big Swisher And I don't sip liquor, I sip lean, yes, sir Pull up on the curb, hope I serve a nigga bird (serve a bird) Who run the block? Slimeball, that's the word (Slime) Get a nigga topped, off top, non-stop, on my block I got shooters totin' their Glock It's a 30 in his Glock (yeah, that 30) Niggas ain't rockin' how we rocking, we rock-solid (4L) And I keep them blues in my pocket, ten thousand (uh-huh) Five on your head, nigga, get your head chopped (do that) Ride through my hood and I got the top chopped (what?) Off, when I ride off (what?) Smoke gas, cough (dude) Bitch give me mouth (uh-huh) Big dawg, boss (big dawg) Y'all know what it cost (you know) Just to be a boss (be a boss) Well, you gotta wipe some niggas off You gotta run off on the plug You gotta shoot at some nigga Let 'em know you don't give no fucks If he really 'bout that life, then nigga, show 'em you 'bout your business Don't be schemin' on a hunnid, nigga, run up you a million Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass You know you ain't built like that Play and get your ass smashed All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast Body bag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash I'm 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 man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga (21, 21) I was little, now I'm bigger (now I'm bigger) I was broke, now I'm worth eight figures (eight figures) It's either you against us or you with us (lil' bitch) Malcolm might get killed in the middle (on God) Mini-14, I was 17 first time I shot it Nigga, I was on Glenfair (on my mama, dawg) Went hollow, Collier Ridge to VC Robbin', landin', all the way to Line Street They don't play fair (21, 21) If you make your bed, you gon' lay there (you gon' lay there) Made a hunnid on Austin off my cell, yeah (off my cell, yeah) It was a trap spot and I used to stay there (on God) On my dead brother, I kept a K there (straight up) Tryna spend the night, you must be fuckin' or somethin' (lil' bitch) I want you to suck me like you suckin' your thumb (21) Savage rich as fuck, but I save money like a bum (on God) Made it to the top, but I give back to the slum (straight up) Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass You know you ain't built like that Play and get your ass smashed All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast Body bag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash I'm 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 man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga
Writer(s): Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Roshwita Bacha, Ahmar Bailey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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