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PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Programming
OG Ron C
OG Ron C
Vocals
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
DJ Slim K
DJ Slim K
Remix Producer

Lyrics

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) 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) Hol' up, what'd I like to see a far when young G's out there on the block getting it how you live You know, the OG gotta hold it down one time for ya, like to see it DJ Slim K Chopstars finest (pussy) Jizzle 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 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 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-I know she around for the money, but act like she loyal, I don't feel the love (21) I'm so-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-all my bitches got BBLs, all my bitches got butts (straight up) I ain't-I ain't with the rap beef, Draco pedophile, all of my opps get touched (straight up) We ain't-we ain't never ran off on no barber, but we still be hoppin' out cuts (straight up) We ain't-we ain't, We ain't never ran off on no barber, but we still be hoppin' out cuts (straight up) We ain't never ran off on no barber, but we still be hoppin' out cu Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin', leave my, I leave all my cars Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Runnin', runnin', all my, 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 kni- That Clasé for your wife (21), that hookah for your wife (pussy) I'm Slaughter Gang, pussy, you know I brought my kni- 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-havin' my way with the cheese, I'm in the den with the thieves (on God) I know that she-I know that she ratchet, I could tell by the way that she wearin' her weave (21) Smokin' on-smokin' on zaza, this shit came out the garden with Adam and Eve (21) Chopper go-chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, niggas tryna make y'all bleed (21) Chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, niggas tryna make y'all ble- Chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, niggas tryna make y'all ble- Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep (pussy) Is it-is it a issue? Keep me a pistol, I ain't finna diss you (pussy) All that-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 brought a Hollywood bitch to 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 Shit ain't no motherfuckin' game Get your bitch ass whacked Big facts, big 4L, nigga Big Zone 6 We run the motherfuckin' city, nigga Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
Writer(s): Michael Masser, Pamela Joan Sawyer, Leland Tyler Wayne, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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