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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
Diana Ross
Diana Ross
Sampled Artist
Morgan Freeman
Morgan Freeman
Spoken Word
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Michael Masser
Michael Masser
Songwriter
Pam Sawyer
Pam Sawyer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Austin Ficklin
Austin Ficklin
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Noah Hashimoto
Noah Hashimoto
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Am I really hard to please? Perhaps I have such special needs I wondered what was wrong with me (hahahahahaha) My friends all fall so easily (pussies) Called the first one Savage Mode, my mood, that's what it was (21) 2016, we was ridin' around, beatin' niggas up in the club I know she around for the money, but act like she loyal, I don't feel the love (21) I'm so rich, get bored, might wake up, buy me a car just 'cause (on God) Her titties is hard 'cause she spent a five, my bitch titties cost me a dub (21) All my bitches got BBLs, all my bitches got butts (straight up) I ain't with the rap beef, Draco pedophile, all of my opps get touched (straight up) We ain't never ran off on no barber, but we still be hoppin' out cuts (straight up) Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin', I leave all my cars Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin', all my opps be Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin', wipe his nose, it was Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin', Savage never did no That Clasé for your wife (21), that hookah for your wife (pussy) I'm Slaughter Gang, pussy, you know I brought my knife (21) He was talkin' gangster (21), we caught him at a light (pussy) I let my young nigga do it, it was free, he wanted a stripe (on God) Havin' my way with the cheese, I'm in the den with the thieves (on God) I know that she ratchet, I could tell by the way that she wearin' her weave (21) Smokin' on zaza, this shit came out the garden with Adam and Eve (21) Chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, niggas tryna make y'all bleed (21) Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep (pussy) Is it a issue? Keep me a pistol, I ain't finna diss you (pussy) All that pillow talk, I'ma have to send The Boogeyman to come get you Chain hang low like a yo-yo, your bitch ridin' dick like pogo Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin', I leave all my cars Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin', all my opps be Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin', wipe his nose, it was Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin', Savage never did no I bought a Hollywood bitch, the club crucial (on God) I was at the Met Gala with my shooter (on God) Slaughter Gang, Gang, we don't do recruitin' (21) Say you ready to catch a body, gotta prove it Gotta prove that shit, nigga Shit ain't no motherfuckin' game, nigga Get your bitch ass whacked, nigga Big facts, big 4L, nigga Big Zone 6, nigga We run the motherfuckin' city, nigga Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, nigga Body for body, nigga, money for money, nigga We skunkin' everybody Fuck your crew, nigga, we'll kill your crew Pussy, pussy, pussy If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Writer(s): Michael Masser, Pamela Joan Sawyer, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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