Great men with great ideals can be separated by hundreds or even thousands of miles
And still be in the same place
They can be years or even generations apart in age
And yet, somehow, find themselves on the exact same page
When these men join forces to put the focus of reaching the same goals
To obtain the same outcomes, they are not two, but one
Instead of simply adding one's common attributes to another's
They somehow tend to multiply all attributes of both
Whether from St. Louis or East Atlanta
Whether from a savage land or a booming metropolis
Whether they are two or two billion
The greatest their numbers could ever become, is to truly become one
I now present to you Savage Mode II
21 Savage - SAVAGE MODE II Album Lyrics
21 Savage - SAVAGE MODE II Lyrics
(Featuring Metro Boomin)
Writer: Douglas Mackay, Leland Wayne, Mejdi Rhars, Richard Hill
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Runnin
Am I really hard to please?
Perhaps I have such special needs
I wondered what was wrong with me (haha)
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'
Wiped his nose, it was
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Savage never did no
That Clase 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'
Wiped 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 motherf*ckin' game, nigga
Get your bitch ass whacked, nigga
Big facts, big 4L, nigga
Big Zone 6, nigga
We run the motherf*ckin' city, nigga
Y'all niggas know what the f*ck goin' on, nigga
Body for body, nigga, money for money, nigga
We skunkin' everybody
F*ck your crew, nigga, we'll kill your crew
Pussy, pussy, pussy
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
"Are things better or worse the second time around?
Can we really do anything more than once?"
Perhaps I have such special needs
I wondered what was wrong with me (haha)
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'
Wiped his nose, it was
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Savage never did no
That Clase 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'
Wiped 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 motherf*ckin' game, nigga
Get your bitch ass whacked, nigga
Big facts, big 4L, nigga
Big Zone 6, nigga
We run the motherf*ckin' city, nigga
Y'all niggas know what the f*ck goin' on, nigga
Body for body, nigga, money for money, nigga
We skunkin' everybody
F*ck your crew, nigga, we'll kill your crew
Pussy, pussy, pussy
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
"Are things better or worse the second time around?
Can we really do anything more than once?"
Writer: Leland Tyler Wayne, Michael Masser, Pamela Joan Sawyer, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Glock In My Lap
Y'all niggas stop playin', nigga
Y'all niggas know what the f*ck goin' on
Big 4L, big steppers
Big footprints, pussy (Southside on the track, yeah)
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Okay, 21, okay, 21 (okay)
Okay, 21 (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
21, 21, 21
Big 4L, I'm a member (yeah)
Leave an opp cold, like December (what?)
.45 on me, it's a Kimber (and what?)
AK knockin' down trees, like timber
Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21)
Hit the windshield, not the fender (21)
Givin' out smoke my agenda (21)
Throw the white flag, they surrender (pussy)
All black tux, I'm a business man (pussy)
Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (woah)
Take the plug off and the middle man (woah)
Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (woah)
F*ck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21)
21, your bitch know I been the man (21)
Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man
Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it
Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it
New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it
'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun it in
Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin'
I don't never put women in my business
Full time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin'
Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (straight up)
Seventeen, breakin' down a P (on God)
Eighteen, start sellin' hard with Lil B
Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D
Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E
All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed
Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (pussy)
Not mine, this bitch for us (21)
The gang is what I trust (straight up)
Don't argue, we don't fuss (straight up)
No talkin', he get touched (straight up)
I can't smoke my opps (on God)
'Cause all my opps is dust (pussy)
He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (pussy)
Open your mouth when I bust (21)
Suck me up slow, but don't rush (21)
Havin' threesomes is a must (straight up)
Hit it from the back and she cussed (on God)
I put his bitch in the Benz (21)
She used to ride on the bus (damn)
I walk around with them thigh pads (21)
But I ain't got no yard rush
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
Y'all niggas know what the f*ck goin' on
Big 4L, big steppers
Big footprints, pussy (Southside on the track, yeah)
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Okay, 21, okay, 21 (okay)
Okay, 21 (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
21, 21, 21
Big 4L, I'm a member (yeah)
Leave an opp cold, like December (what?)
.45 on me, it's a Kimber (and what?)
AK knockin' down trees, like timber
Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21)
Hit the windshield, not the fender (21)
Givin' out smoke my agenda (21)
Throw the white flag, they surrender (pussy)
All black tux, I'm a business man (pussy)
Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (woah)
Take the plug off and the middle man (woah)
Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (woah)
F*ck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21)
21, your bitch know I been the man (21)
Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man
Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it
Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it
New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it
'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun it in
Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin'
I don't never put women in my business
Full time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin'
Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (straight up)
Seventeen, breakin' down a P (on God)
Eighteen, start sellin' hard with Lil B
Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D
Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E
All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed
Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (pussy)
Not mine, this bitch for us (21)
The gang is what I trust (straight up)
Don't argue, we don't fuss (straight up)
No talkin', he get touched (straight up)
I can't smoke my opps (on God)
'Cause all my opps is dust (pussy)
He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (pussy)
Open your mouth when I bust (21)
Suck me up slow, but don't rush (21)
Havin' threesomes is a must (straight up)
Hit it from the back and she cussed (on God)
I put his bitch in the Benz (21)
She used to ride on the bus (damn)
I walk around with them thigh pads (21)
But I ain't got no yard rush
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
Writer: Carlton D. Mays Jr., Joshua Howard Luellen, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mr. Right Now
(Metro)
I'ma slide anytime you want
Put you in Chanel, I'ma teach you how to stunt (21)
Slip and slide like a waterfall
You need some TLC, we can creep if you want (21)
Ayy, turn your phone off, take your clothes off (21)
I'm a savage, but I f*ck her to a slow song (21)
Turn the lights down (21), lay the pipe down (21)
I ain't Mr. Right, but I'm Mr. Right Now (straight up)
She want me to f*ck her to Beyoncé (straight up)
But I don't treat her like she my fiancé (on God)
Make that thing sing like Sade (21)
1942, it ain't no Chardonnay (21)
In a Lamb' truck (yeah), with my Richard on (yeah)
Got a pretty girl (21), that I'm feelin' on (21)
We in quarantine (on God), but my M's long (on God)
Buddy lame-lame, he got friendzoned (on God)
Got a couple spots (21), and they all owned (21)
Bought a penthouse (21), 'cause I'm never home (on God)
Threw my heart out the window, feelings gone (21)
Threw my heart out the window, but
I'ma slide anytime you want (21)
Put you in Chanel, I'ma teach you how to stunt (on God)
Slip and slide like a waterfall (straight up)
You need some TLC, we can creep if you want (straight up)
Ayy, turn your phone off (straight up), take your clothes off (straight up)
I'm a savage, but I f*ck her to a slow song (straight up)
Turn the lights down (straight up), lay the pipe down (straight up)
I ain't Mr. Right, but I'm Mr. Right Now (21)
Turn your phone off, take your clothes off
I'm a sav', but I f*ck her to a slow song
Said the nail lady went and did her toes wrong
Said her last man was always playin' Drake songs
Yeah, cellphones out when I roll up
Yeah, the nigga had a problem 'til I showed up
Everybody with a "at" before they name tough
Yeah, more concerned with blowin' up than growin' up
Yeah, said she wanna f*ck to some SZA, wait
'Cause I used to date SZA back in '08
If you cool with it, baby, she can still play
While I jump inside that box and have a field day
I'm the slow stroke king, hit me anytime
And my goal is to get you to the finish line
I seen good movies and bad, plenty times
So let me finish strong, girl
I'ma slide anytime you want
Put you in Chanel, I'ma teach you how to stunt (on God)
Slip and slide like a waterfall
You need some TLC, we can creep if you want (if you want)
Ayy, turn your phone off (straight up), take your clothes off (straight up)
I'm a savage, but I f*ck her to a slow song (straight up)
Turn the lights down (straight up), lay the pipe down (straight up)
I ain't Mr. Right, but I'm Mr. Right Now (21)
She want me to f*ck her to some Keith Sweat (21)
But she stay in apartments I got beef at (on God)
Pussy so good, I had to sneak back (on God)
Hit her with my Glizzy, boy, I keep that
"You f*ck with the ones that f*ck with you, what?
The niggas or the bi-, the dumb-ass bitches wanna come up
And lay up and give you some pussy at, what?
Twelve? One o'clock at night?
Face-ass nigga, do I look dumb, stupid or slow?
Nigga, please, what the f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
Just like you wanna stick a dick up in me, I want some motherf*ckin' money
And don't get in your motherf*ckin' feelings
When you see me in the motherf*ckin' club randomly
And one of your niggas wanna get down on me
And I wanna give them some pussy 'cause they gave me some money
Nah mean? That's easy"
I'ma slide anytime you want
Put you in Chanel, I'ma teach you how to stunt (21)
Slip and slide like a waterfall
You need some TLC, we can creep if you want (21)
Ayy, turn your phone off, take your clothes off (21)
I'm a savage, but I f*ck her to a slow song (21)
Turn the lights down (21), lay the pipe down (21)
I ain't Mr. Right, but I'm Mr. Right Now (straight up)
She want me to f*ck her to Beyoncé (straight up)
But I don't treat her like she my fiancé (on God)
Make that thing sing like Sade (21)
1942, it ain't no Chardonnay (21)
In a Lamb' truck (yeah), with my Richard on (yeah)
Got a pretty girl (21), that I'm feelin' on (21)
We in quarantine (on God), but my M's long (on God)
Buddy lame-lame, he got friendzoned (on God)
Got a couple spots (21), and they all owned (21)
Bought a penthouse (21), 'cause I'm never home (on God)
Threw my heart out the window, feelings gone (21)
Threw my heart out the window, but
I'ma slide anytime you want (21)
Put you in Chanel, I'ma teach you how to stunt (on God)
Slip and slide like a waterfall (straight up)
You need some TLC, we can creep if you want (straight up)
Ayy, turn your phone off (straight up), take your clothes off (straight up)
I'm a savage, but I f*ck her to a slow song (straight up)
Turn the lights down (straight up), lay the pipe down (straight up)
I ain't Mr. Right, but I'm Mr. Right Now (21)
Turn your phone off, take your clothes off
I'm a sav', but I f*ck her to a slow song
Said the nail lady went and did her toes wrong
Said her last man was always playin' Drake songs
Yeah, cellphones out when I roll up
Yeah, the nigga had a problem 'til I showed up
Everybody with a "at" before they name tough
Yeah, more concerned with blowin' up than growin' up
Yeah, said she wanna f*ck to some SZA, wait
'Cause I used to date SZA back in '08
If you cool with it, baby, she can still play
While I jump inside that box and have a field day
I'm the slow stroke king, hit me anytime
And my goal is to get you to the finish line
I seen good movies and bad, plenty times
So let me finish strong, girl
I'ma slide anytime you want
Put you in Chanel, I'ma teach you how to stunt (on God)
Slip and slide like a waterfall
You need some TLC, we can creep if you want (if you want)
Ayy, turn your phone off (straight up), take your clothes off (straight up)
I'm a savage, but I f*ck her to a slow song (straight up)
Turn the lights down (straight up), lay the pipe down (straight up)
I ain't Mr. Right, but I'm Mr. Right Now (21)
She want me to f*ck her to some Keith Sweat (21)
But she stay in apartments I got beef at (on God)
Pussy so good, I had to sneak back (on God)
Hit her with my Glizzy, boy, I keep that
"You f*ck with the ones that f*ck with you, what?
The niggas or the bi-, the dumb-ass bitches wanna come up
And lay up and give you some pussy at, what?
Twelve? One o'clock at night?
Face-ass nigga, do I look dumb, stupid or slow?
Nigga, please, what the f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
Just like you wanna stick a dick up in me, I want some motherf*ckin' money
And don't get in your motherf*ckin' feelings
When you see me in the motherf*ckin' club randomly
And one of your niggas wanna get down on me
And I wanna give them some pussy 'cause they gave me some money
Nah mean? That's easy"
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, David Ruoff, Elias Klughammer, Jocelyn Donald, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Tate Kobang
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rich Nigga Shit
"This world's all about money and pussy
And you need to figure that out
Once you figure that out
You'll be better off in life"
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of
Nigga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Every nigga with me got style
I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want all the money and the power
She took me for granted even when I tried to show her the better me
I did a sixty-nine with her friend, I'm prayin' to God she don't tell on me
Used to ride MARTA, now a nigga get head in the Cullinan
Percocet got me floatin' like a butterfly
But I'll sting you like a bumblebee
Saint Laurent the only thing I put on my back
Off-White jeans look like cooked crack
I call the Porsche stomach 'cause the shit snap
Gave my girl a dub, now her butt fat
You might take your women to the Louis store
My bitches be askin', "Where's Chanel at?"
I know you see them crosses, yeah, that's Chrome Hearts
All this water on me, where the whales at?
Stars in the ceilin', I'm where God at
This supercharger whine like the car mad
Savage got a whole lotta hits, dawg
I be droppin' bombs like Baghdad
Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of
Nigga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Every nigga with me got style
I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want all the money and the power
Yeah, I've been in the vault with the gold in the back (ayy)
No longer my dawg 'cause you told, you a rat (ayy)
Back-to-back Porsche, me and Savage ridin' 'round
In the town where the pipes hangin' loud out the back (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Five hundred racks what this cost to be exact
And it takes one mil', five hundred thousand racks (yeah)
I ain't even take the Rolls-Royce truck back (yeah)
Bought the new one with the stars and the wheelbase stretched
You can open up the door, but you ain't gotta close it back (woo)
Everything electric, baby, everything a blessin' (it's a blessin')
Keep a ring and a Rollie for your next bitch (yeah)
Niggas riding 'round in Chargers tryna split shit (slatt)
I been ridin' with a cutter, call it stick shift (brr)
When I eat, I got a Goyard handkerchief (yeah)
Keep lil' mama on her knees and her ankle lift (facts)
I can get 'em knocked off without a finger lift
Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of
Nigga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Every nigga with me got style
I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want all the money and the power
And you need to figure that out
Once you figure that out
You'll be better off in life"
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of
Nigga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Every nigga with me got style
I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want all the money and the power
She took me for granted even when I tried to show her the better me
I did a sixty-nine with her friend, I'm prayin' to God she don't tell on me
Used to ride MARTA, now a nigga get head in the Cullinan
Percocet got me floatin' like a butterfly
But I'll sting you like a bumblebee
Saint Laurent the only thing I put on my back
Off-White jeans look like cooked crack
I call the Porsche stomach 'cause the shit snap
Gave my girl a dub, now her butt fat
You might take your women to the Louis store
My bitches be askin', "Where's Chanel at?"
I know you see them crosses, yeah, that's Chrome Hearts
All this water on me, where the whales at?
Stars in the ceilin', I'm where God at
This supercharger whine like the car mad
Savage got a whole lotta hits, dawg
I be droppin' bombs like Baghdad
Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of
Nigga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Every nigga with me got style
I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want all the money and the power
Yeah, I've been in the vault with the gold in the back (ayy)
No longer my dawg 'cause you told, you a rat (ayy)
Back-to-back Porsche, me and Savage ridin' 'round
In the town where the pipes hangin' loud out the back (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Five hundred racks what this cost to be exact
And it takes one mil', five hundred thousand racks (yeah)
I ain't even take the Rolls-Royce truck back (yeah)
Bought the new one with the stars and the wheelbase stretched
You can open up the door, but you ain't gotta close it back (woo)
Everything electric, baby, everything a blessin' (it's a blessin')
Keep a ring and a Rollie for your next bitch (yeah)
Niggas riding 'round in Chargers tryna split shit (slatt)
I been ridin' with a cutter, call it stick shift (brr)
When I eat, I got a Goyard handkerchief (yeah)
Keep lil' mama on her knees and her ankle lift (facts)
I can get 'em knocked off without a finger lift
Rich nigga shit, I do a lot of
Nigga, we be sippin' out the bottle
I be fresh as hell, rockin' Prada
Hoppin' out the PJ with a model
Swimmin' in a baddie, tryna drown
Every nigga with me got style
I won't put a watch on 'less it cost a hundred thou'
I want all the money and the power
Writer: Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Jeffery Lamar Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Slidin
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
It's the big stepper (stepper), 4L repper (repper)
Hit him with a twenty-piece, ranch lemon pepper (pepper)
Black Air Force 1s, dancin' with the devil
(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you, 21, 21, 21)
His wifey trouble, thot was finna cut her, I pulled out a rubber
Opps tried to slide on my brother, had to up that cutter
When it's smoke, we huddle, so many shots, damn near shot each other
AR st-st-stutter, Draco brown, look like peanut butter
Don't play tic-tac-toe or tit-for-tat, nigga, this ain't that (21, 21)
He was talkin' gangster on them tracks 'til I got him whacked
Glizzy with the switch and it go splat, ain't no duckin' that
Y'all be smokin' make believe opps, we be smokin', facts
We be smokin' gang after gang, cock it back and bang
21 4L, that's what I claim, let your nuts hang
We don't shoot at houses, we hit brains, y'all lil' niggas lame
Fell in love with them chopper sounds, Waka Flocka Flame
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turned off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wildin'
Chrome Heart jeans got me stylin'
Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin'
While you was in college I was robbin'
(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
(Brrt, bop bop)
Everybody run to they car (21)
You ain't gon' make it that far (21)
Walk down with an AR (straight up)
We keep shit in the street (on God)
They gon' put it on the bar (on God)
Y'all niggas talkin' on pillows
All my Glocks got dildos (21)
Take your bank like Cee-lo (21)
Draco bite, mosquito (21)
Y'all niggas corny, Frito (pussy)
Kel-Tec hot, it shoot Cheeto (pussy)
Y'all be talkin' that rah-rah (pussy)
You ain't finna rob-rob me, though (pussy)
He went against me, he gone
Step on him, I put my feet on him (21)
I just made an opp do the runnin' man (runnin' man)
Keep an FN in my Cullinan (Cullinan)
Still ain't met a bitch that I'd cuff again (21, 21)
Still ain't met a bitch that I'd kiss (on God)
He was talkin' crazy, he got blick (straight up)
Savage keep a token, John Wick (John Wick)
Shoot him in the back like he Rick (Ricky)
Playin' freeze tag, niggas it (sticky)
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turned off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wildin'
Chrome Heart jeans got me stylin'
Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin'
While you was in college I was robbin'
(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
"When your vision is crystal clear, they say it's razor-sharp
A focused mind is said to be like a knife, but the scalpel is wisdom
All one can do is accept that life is a double-edged sword
Stay on the edge"
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
It's the big stepper (stepper), 4L repper (repper)
Hit him with a twenty-piece, ranch lemon pepper (pepper)
Black Air Force 1s, dancin' with the devil
(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you, 21, 21, 21)
His wifey trouble, thot was finna cut her, I pulled out a rubber
Opps tried to slide on my brother, had to up that cutter
When it's smoke, we huddle, so many shots, damn near shot each other
AR st-st-stutter, Draco brown, look like peanut butter
Don't play tic-tac-toe or tit-for-tat, nigga, this ain't that (21, 21)
He was talkin' gangster on them tracks 'til I got him whacked
Glizzy with the switch and it go splat, ain't no duckin' that
Y'all be smokin' make believe opps, we be smokin', facts
We be smokin' gang after gang, cock it back and bang
21 4L, that's what I claim, let your nuts hang
We don't shoot at houses, we hit brains, y'all lil' niggas lame
Fell in love with them chopper sounds, Waka Flocka Flame
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turned off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wildin'
Chrome Heart jeans got me stylin'
Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin'
While you was in college I was robbin'
(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
(Brrt, bop bop)
Everybody run to they car (21)
You ain't gon' make it that far (21)
Walk down with an AR (straight up)
We keep shit in the street (on God)
They gon' put it on the bar (on God)
Y'all niggas talkin' on pillows
All my Glocks got dildos (21)
Take your bank like Cee-lo (21)
Draco bite, mosquito (21)
Y'all niggas corny, Frito (pussy)
Kel-Tec hot, it shoot Cheeto (pussy)
Y'all be talkin' that rah-rah (pussy)
You ain't finna rob-rob me, though (pussy)
He went against me, he gone
Step on him, I put my feet on him (21)
I just made an opp do the runnin' man (runnin' man)
Keep an FN in my Cullinan (Cullinan)
Still ain't met a bitch that I'd cuff again (21, 21)
Still ain't met a bitch that I'd kiss (on God)
He was talkin' crazy, he got blick (straight up)
Savage keep a token, John Wick (John Wick)
Shoot him in the back like he Rick (Ricky)
Playin' freeze tag, niggas it (sticky)
Slidin'
Lookin' for the opps, they been hidin'
I grew up 'round drugs, sex, and violence
We turned off they street, we heard sirens
Since a juvenile, I been wildin'
Chrome Heart jeans got me stylin'
Said he wanted smoke, now he joggin'
While you was in college I was robbin'
(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
"When your vision is crystal clear, they say it's razor-sharp
A focused mind is said to be like a knife, but the scalpel is wisdom
All one can do is accept that life is a double-edged sword
Stay on the edge"
Writer: Allen Ritter, David Ruoff, Elias Klughammer, Leland Tyler Wayne, Peter Lee Johnson, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Many Men
(Metro)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I kept it silent the whole time (ayy)
I ain't never, ever play both sides (ayy)
East side nigga 'bout gunfire (ayy)
Pull up in a van and the door slide (ayy)
We ain't never throwin' no white flag (straight up)
Gotta get smoked when the bros die (straight up)
They gon' spin 'til the car hot (straight up)
Don't call my phone 'til some more die
New Maybach, I don't need no key
I was in the dirt, you ain't believed in me
My attention span too short
To wait for pussy, you teasin' me
Bad lil' vibe, she pleasin' me
Spend a whole M, yeah, easily
I get the cash and put it up fast
I think I got JB in me
Edge of the bed, she sit up (ayy)
Suckin' on the it 'til she got hiccups (yeah)
Back in the day I did stickups (ayy)
Favorite hotbox was a pick up (yeah)
Say you want smoke, don't pick us (21)
Face shot, now you can't get up (21)
Count a lot gang, nigga, shut up (21)
We known for shootin' shit the f*ck up (21)
Hundred large in these Amiris, they all Crippy (blue)
I got vibes eatin' Addys off ass and titties (loose)
When it's smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD (pussy)
Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 (pussy)
I got small fries want my spot, tryna defeat me (pussy)
I got real model bitches tryna R&B me (pussy)
All that cap inside your raps, I ain't even play your CD (21)
We don't go back and forth on the internet, we put niggas on TV (big facts)
I got your bitch and her BB (big facts)
Hit her in the shower, Mimi (big facts)
Next day she tryna see me (straight up)
Told her I'm blind, Stevie (Stevie)
Nice girls can't even keep me (never)
Need a bad girl like RiRi (yeah, yeah)
We don't pump fake, we kill beef (21)
21 Savage, not Jeezy (pussy)
I got your bitch in New York (I do)
She in the heels on the coke (she is)
I pull it out of my pants (I did)
She put it right in her throat (she did)
Fish scales smellin' like polish (you dig?)
They brought it right off the boat (you dig?)
Front door, back door king
I done probably robbed your bro (I did)
Come up with a plan, better huddle (21)
Left wrist lookin' like a puddle (21)
When I'm in the street, it's trouble (21)
That's why I stay in my bubble (I do)
Brand new Rari so fast, when I stomp the pedal to the floor, it stutter (skrrt)
I ain't use a rubber and I make M's, that's why I'm chasin' this butter (on God)
Hundred large in these Amiris, they all Crippy (blue)
I got vibes eatin' Addys off ass and titties (loose)
When it's smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD (pussy)
Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 (pussy)
I got small fries want my spot, tryna defeat me (pussy)
I got real model bitches tryna R&B me (pussy)
All that cap inside your raps, I ain't even play your CD (21)
We don't go back and forth on the internet, we put niggas on TV (big facts)
When it's smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD
Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50
Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50
Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50
Many men wish death upon-
Many men wish death upon-
Many men wish death upon me
Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can't see
I'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas tryin' to take my life away
"The evil man envies the good in others
What this means, is all hatred is really born from hatred itself
And can only serve to aid in one's own destruction
This is the downfall of many men"
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I kept it silent the whole time (ayy)
I ain't never, ever play both sides (ayy)
East side nigga 'bout gunfire (ayy)
Pull up in a van and the door slide (ayy)
We ain't never throwin' no white flag (straight up)
Gotta get smoked when the bros die (straight up)
They gon' spin 'til the car hot (straight up)
Don't call my phone 'til some more die
New Maybach, I don't need no key
I was in the dirt, you ain't believed in me
My attention span too short
To wait for pussy, you teasin' me
Bad lil' vibe, she pleasin' me
Spend a whole M, yeah, easily
I get the cash and put it up fast
I think I got JB in me
Edge of the bed, she sit up (ayy)
Suckin' on the it 'til she got hiccups (yeah)
Back in the day I did stickups (ayy)
Favorite hotbox was a pick up (yeah)
Say you want smoke, don't pick us (21)
Face shot, now you can't get up (21)
Count a lot gang, nigga, shut up (21)
We known for shootin' shit the f*ck up (21)
Hundred large in these Amiris, they all Crippy (blue)
I got vibes eatin' Addys off ass and titties (loose)
When it's smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD (pussy)
Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 (pussy)
I got small fries want my spot, tryna defeat me (pussy)
I got real model bitches tryna R&B me (pussy)
All that cap inside your raps, I ain't even play your CD (21)
We don't go back and forth on the internet, we put niggas on TV (big facts)
I got your bitch and her BB (big facts)
Hit her in the shower, Mimi (big facts)
Next day she tryna see me (straight up)
Told her I'm blind, Stevie (Stevie)
Nice girls can't even keep me (never)
Need a bad girl like RiRi (yeah, yeah)
We don't pump fake, we kill beef (21)
21 Savage, not Jeezy (pussy)
I got your bitch in New York (I do)
She in the heels on the coke (she is)
I pull it out of my pants (I did)
She put it right in her throat (she did)
Fish scales smellin' like polish (you dig?)
They brought it right off the boat (you dig?)
Front door, back door king
I done probably robbed your bro (I did)
Come up with a plan, better huddle (21)
Left wrist lookin' like a puddle (21)
When I'm in the street, it's trouble (21)
That's why I stay in my bubble (I do)
Brand new Rari so fast, when I stomp the pedal to the floor, it stutter (skrrt)
I ain't use a rubber and I make M's, that's why I'm chasin' this butter (on God)
Hundred large in these Amiris, they all Crippy (blue)
I got vibes eatin' Addys off ass and titties (loose)
When it's smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD (pussy)
Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50 (pussy)
I got small fries want my spot, tryna defeat me (pussy)
I got real model bitches tryna R&B me (pussy)
All that cap inside your raps, I ain't even play your CD (21)
We don't go back and forth on the internet, we put niggas on TV (big facts)
When it's smoke, we pull our stickies and they call the PD
Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50
Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50
Many men wanna kill me, dawg, I feel like 50
Many men wish death upon-
Many men wish death upon-
Many men wish death upon me
Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can't see
I'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas tryin' to take my life away
"The evil man envies the good in others
What this means, is all hatred is really born from hatred itself
And can only serve to aid in one's own destruction
This is the downfall of many men"
Writer: Curtis James Jackson, Darrell Branch, Frederick J. Perren, Keni St. Lewis, Leland Tyler Wayne, Luis Edgardo Resto, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, John Padgett
Copyright: Lyrics © ITALIANS DO IT BETTER INTERNATIONAL, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © ITALIANS DO IT BETTER INTERNATIONAL, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Snitches & Rats (Interlude)
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Snitches & Rats
Yeah, huh, ya, ya
Ya, ya, ya, ya
Ya, ya, ya (if Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Snitches and rats, snitches and rats
Snitches and rats, they all get whacked (pussy)
He told on his brother (pussy) , his brother told back (pussy)
They say that they twins, we call them Siamese rats (on God)
Snitches and rats (21) , snitches and rats (21)
We snatchin' your jewelry (on God) , and takin' your pack (lil' bitch)
Snitches and rats (pussy) , snitches and rats (pussy)
We cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat (facts)
You talk on the internet, we talk in the street (21)
Kel-Tec .223, like D-Wade, I love my heat (21)
Glock 19 in the booth, it's on the seat (pussy)
Black Air Force 1s in the field, they're my cleats (pussy)
Caught a rap nigga down bad
Now his ass in a body bag (big facts)
Sound real tough when you makin' them songs
Where the f*ck is your bodies at? (Pussy)
Say you want smoke with that Big 4L (21)
Where the f*ck is your apartments at? (21)
Been stepped on them, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit (pussy)
Them niggas a welcome mat
Shawty was speakin' them facts (on God)
Shawty ain't talkin' to rats (on God)
Niggas know Nudy my twin
Playin' with cuz, a nigga get whacked (facts)
You ain't gon' slide, you a ho, dawg (pussy)
Spin a nigga block, then we rode off (pussy)
Young Coupe tryna up the score, dawg
Chevy was busy, so I took 4 God (21)
Snitches and rats, snitches and rats
Snitches and rats, they all get whacked (pussy)
He told on his brother (pussy) , his brother told back (pussy)
They say that they twins, we call them Siamese rats (on God)
Snitches and rats (21) , snitches and rats (21)
We snatchin' your jewelry (on God) , and takin' your pack (lil' bitch)
Snitches and rats (pussy) , snitches and rats (pussy)
We cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat (slime, facts)
Black and white gon' tell it, and you snitchin', pussy, I don't smell it
Real convicted felon, strapped up, loaded, shit, this lethal weapon (lethal)
Bless you pussy niggas with this weapon, send you straight to heaven
Man, I pray to God you pussy niggas don't test me, I'm gon' bless you (for real)
Hope you niggas retaliate, don't tell them peoples or your mama (damn)
Niggas like to dry snitch when shit get real, wanna go tell they mama
Got to keep this shit twenty-one hundred, don't you fold under pressure
F*ck your honor, you know they try to give you a hundred
Yeah, niggas be scared, they catchin' a hundred
Snitches and rats, we gon' feed him a hundred (word)
I spent that money, blue cheese (woo)
All these rap niggas gon' follow the cheese (yeah)
Trade ones with my brudda, the other shit, you know we bust 'em (we bust 'em)
I don't f*ckin' trust ya, if you ain't Metro, we gon' bust ya
Snitches and rats, snitches and rats
Snitches and rats, they all get whacked (pussy)
He told on his brother (pussy) , his brother told back (pussy)
They say that they twins, we call them Siamese rats (on God)
Snitches and rats (21) , snitches and rats (21)
We snatchin' your jewelry (on God) , and takin' your pack (lil' bitch)
Snitches and rats (pussy) , snitches and rats (pussy)
We cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat (facts)
Roll the window down, squeeze
F*ck it, spin again while they grieve
Seven-six, .223s
Who copped? Deuces, please
Ya, ya, ya, ya
Ya, ya, ya (if Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Snitches and rats, snitches and rats
Snitches and rats, they all get whacked (pussy)
He told on his brother (pussy) , his brother told back (pussy)
They say that they twins, we call them Siamese rats (on God)
Snitches and rats (21) , snitches and rats (21)
We snatchin' your jewelry (on God) , and takin' your pack (lil' bitch)
Snitches and rats (pussy) , snitches and rats (pussy)
We cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat (facts)
You talk on the internet, we talk in the street (21)
Kel-Tec .223, like D-Wade, I love my heat (21)
Glock 19 in the booth, it's on the seat (pussy)
Black Air Force 1s in the field, they're my cleats (pussy)
Caught a rap nigga down bad
Now his ass in a body bag (big facts)
Sound real tough when you makin' them songs
Where the f*ck is your bodies at? (Pussy)
Say you want smoke with that Big 4L (21)
Where the f*ck is your apartments at? (21)
Been stepped on them, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit (pussy)
Them niggas a welcome mat
Shawty was speakin' them facts (on God)
Shawty ain't talkin' to rats (on God)
Niggas know Nudy my twin
Playin' with cuz, a nigga get whacked (facts)
You ain't gon' slide, you a ho, dawg (pussy)
Spin a nigga block, then we rode off (pussy)
Young Coupe tryna up the score, dawg
Chevy was busy, so I took 4 God (21)
Snitches and rats, snitches and rats
Snitches and rats, they all get whacked (pussy)
He told on his brother (pussy) , his brother told back (pussy)
They say that they twins, we call them Siamese rats (on God)
Snitches and rats (21) , snitches and rats (21)
We snatchin' your jewelry (on God) , and takin' your pack (lil' bitch)
Snitches and rats (pussy) , snitches and rats (pussy)
We cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat (slime, facts)
Black and white gon' tell it, and you snitchin', pussy, I don't smell it
Real convicted felon, strapped up, loaded, shit, this lethal weapon (lethal)
Bless you pussy niggas with this weapon, send you straight to heaven
Man, I pray to God you pussy niggas don't test me, I'm gon' bless you (for real)
Hope you niggas retaliate, don't tell them peoples or your mama (damn)
Niggas like to dry snitch when shit get real, wanna go tell they mama
Got to keep this shit twenty-one hundred, don't you fold under pressure
F*ck your honor, you know they try to give you a hundred
Yeah, niggas be scared, they catchin' a hundred
Snitches and rats, we gon' feed him a hundred (word)
I spent that money, blue cheese (woo)
All these rap niggas gon' follow the cheese (yeah)
Trade ones with my brudda, the other shit, you know we bust 'em (we bust 'em)
I don't f*ckin' trust ya, if you ain't Metro, we gon' bust ya
Snitches and rats, snitches and rats
Snitches and rats, they all get whacked (pussy)
He told on his brother (pussy) , his brother told back (pussy)
They say that they twins, we call them Siamese rats (on God)
Snitches and rats (21) , snitches and rats (21)
We snatchin' your jewelry (on God) , and takin' your pack (lil' bitch)
Snitches and rats (pussy) , snitches and rats (pussy)
We cut off his tail and put slugs in his hat (facts)
Roll the window down, squeeze
F*ck it, spin again while they grieve
Seven-six, .223s
Who copped? Deuces, please
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
My Dawg
Just because I didn't remind you, don't think I forgot
Just because it ain't happened yet, don't think that's it not
Nipsey was solid, I know that he up there with Biggie and Pac
My choppa could tell you a story, I pray that you don't try to plot
Stayed a hundred, couple niggas changed
I ain't never went against the grain, I could never snort cocaine
I could never f*ck a bitch behind my brother then try and turn her to my main
Clout chasin' got him in a wood box, can't believe he died for the fame
He'll risk it all for a name, I was comin' hard 'fore I came
I ain't know nothin' 'bout no Visa, I was in the park with the gang
Moms be feelin' bad, I try to tell her she is not to blame
No social security, couldn't get a license, but I still didn't complain
I went and got it, I ain't ask for no handout
Lil' nigga, we are not the same
You know what I'm on, first girlfriend did me wrong
I swear to God that every girl after that, I was gon' do 'em wrong
Different bitch in my bed every night, but I still be feelin' alone
Matter fact I'm finna be with one, probably right after I finish this song
That's my dawg
He gon' ride off the leash
He gon' slide, she know I cheat (she know I cheat)
She know I lie, I be geeked up, I be fried (21)
Sweep the room, we pull up with brooms (21, 21)
Smokin' Girl Scout, you can smell the fumes (smell the fumes)
Don't approach me 'bout your wifey if she choose (pussy)
Last girl did that made the news (21)
Nigga keep talkin' that U.K. shit like I don't got AKs (21)
Like, 'cause I was born overseas, these motherf*ckers ain't gon' spray-spray (the f*ck?)
Pull up in your hood, nigga, 9-1-1, y'all better call mayday (brrt, pow-pow)
From Glenwood all the way to Martin Luther King, niggas know we don't play-play
Caught him down bad (21), broad daylight, I ain't need no mask (21)
Paid in full (21), all the opp hoes get shot in the ass
Strip a rap nigga if I ever get low on cash (21)
Middle school, I ain't go to class, I was hangin' in the hallway, I ain't have a pass (on God)
High school, I ain't even go, I was hangin' in the colony tryna sell gas (straight up)
In a hotbox with Chevy, Lil Harold, and Rock, ready to crash (21)
Tried to break in the pawnshop on Candler Road, but the rod wouldn't smash (21)
Larry got killed, couldn't believe this shit, man, the tears started fallin' down fast (on God)
Lick on McAfee, found a ho, split, but we really had came for the cash (true story)
I'm prayin' to Ogunda, it's so much shit in the street and my past (21)
I told T-Tay that buddy was a f*ck nigga, boom, he got on the stand (rat)
200K to the lawyer, lil' brother, gon' make sure you get out the can (21, 21)
That's my dawg (that's my dawg)
He gon' ride (he gon' ride) off the leash (off the leash)
He gon' slide (he gon' slide), she know I cheat (she know I cheat)
She know I lie (she know I lie), I be geeked up, I be fried (21)
Sweep the room, we pull up with brooms (21, 21)
Smokin' Girl Scout, you can smell the fumes (smell the fumes)
Don't approach me 'bout your wifey if she choose (pussy)
Last girl did that made the news
Just because it ain't happened yet, don't think that's it not
Nipsey was solid, I know that he up there with Biggie and Pac
My choppa could tell you a story, I pray that you don't try to plot
Stayed a hundred, couple niggas changed
I ain't never went against the grain, I could never snort cocaine
I could never f*ck a bitch behind my brother then try and turn her to my main
Clout chasin' got him in a wood box, can't believe he died for the fame
He'll risk it all for a name, I was comin' hard 'fore I came
I ain't know nothin' 'bout no Visa, I was in the park with the gang
Moms be feelin' bad, I try to tell her she is not to blame
No social security, couldn't get a license, but I still didn't complain
I went and got it, I ain't ask for no handout
Lil' nigga, we are not the same
You know what I'm on, first girlfriend did me wrong
I swear to God that every girl after that, I was gon' do 'em wrong
Different bitch in my bed every night, but I still be feelin' alone
Matter fact I'm finna be with one, probably right after I finish this song
That's my dawg
He gon' ride off the leash
He gon' slide, she know I cheat (she know I cheat)
She know I lie, I be geeked up, I be fried (21)
Sweep the room, we pull up with brooms (21, 21)
Smokin' Girl Scout, you can smell the fumes (smell the fumes)
Don't approach me 'bout your wifey if she choose (pussy)
Last girl did that made the news (21)
Nigga keep talkin' that U.K. shit like I don't got AKs (21)
Like, 'cause I was born overseas, these motherf*ckers ain't gon' spray-spray (the f*ck?)
Pull up in your hood, nigga, 9-1-1, y'all better call mayday (brrt, pow-pow)
From Glenwood all the way to Martin Luther King, niggas know we don't play-play
Caught him down bad (21), broad daylight, I ain't need no mask (21)
Paid in full (21), all the opp hoes get shot in the ass
Strip a rap nigga if I ever get low on cash (21)
Middle school, I ain't go to class, I was hangin' in the hallway, I ain't have a pass (on God)
High school, I ain't even go, I was hangin' in the colony tryna sell gas (straight up)
In a hotbox with Chevy, Lil Harold, and Rock, ready to crash (21)
Tried to break in the pawnshop on Candler Road, but the rod wouldn't smash (21)
Larry got killed, couldn't believe this shit, man, the tears started fallin' down fast (on God)
Lick on McAfee, found a ho, split, but we really had came for the cash (true story)
I'm prayin' to Ogunda, it's so much shit in the street and my past (21)
I told T-Tay that buddy was a f*ck nigga, boom, he got on the stand (rat)
200K to the lawyer, lil' brother, gon' make sure you get out the can (21, 21)
That's my dawg (that's my dawg)
He gon' ride (he gon' ride) off the leash (off the leash)
He gon' slide (he gon' slide), she know I cheat (she know I cheat)
She know I lie (she know I lie), I be geeked up, I be fried (21)
Sweep the room, we pull up with brooms (21, 21)
Smokin' Girl Scout, you can smell the fumes (smell the fumes)
Don't approach me 'bout your wifey if she choose (pussy)
Last girl did that made the news
Writer: Ahmar Bailey, Bernd Schoenhart, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Steppin On Niggas
Step on a nigga in my Air Force 1s
Step on a nigga in some f*ckin' Jordan 1s
Step on a nigga with this dirty-ass gun
It was one late night, I was cruisin' the street
We ain't had nothin' to do, so we was lookin' for beef
Got a Glock in my hand (hand), and a stick in the Jeep (Jeep)
Stompin' niggas 'round town, but I grew up on the East (East)
Roll the window down, seen elbows and feet
I was kickin' up smoke, you was coppin' a plea (plea)
Yeah, we turned him to Zaza (Zaza), now his face on a tee (tee)
I be smokin' on opps, roll 'em up by the P (P)
Chopper keep shakin', the beat keep breakin' (breakin')
No, I'm not a Muslim, but I don't eat bacon (bacon)
Eyes look Asian, she say that she Jamaican
I bring her to the room, we just f*ckin', we ain't cakin' (cakin')
Steppin' on niggas, steppin' on niggas (steppin')
Steppin' on niggas (steppin'), steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas, steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas (steppin'), steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Got a Glock on my hip (hip), niggas hippity-hop (hop)
He was dissin' on songs (songs), and that shit got him shot (shot)
Hit his block with a broom (broom), hit his block with a mop (mop)
We ain't talkin' to bitches, we ain't talkin' to cops (f*ck 12)
Check the forecast ('cast), I got galore cash (cash)
Had them killers on your step like DoorDash (dash)
F*ck your baby daddy (daddy), with his dork ass (ass)
We at the bottom, nigga, show me your extort pass (pass)
All the opps fans (fans), they be imitatin' ('tatin')
Blowin' gun smoke (smoke), that's how we demonstratin' ('stratin')
Hit his baby mama (mama), while he had the baby (baby)
Gave me good jaw (jaw), I gave her penetration ('tration)
Steppin' on niggas, steppin' on niggas
Steppin' on niggas (steppin'), steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas, steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas (steppin'), steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas (steppin')
Step on a nigga in some f*ckin' Jordan 1s
Step on a nigga with this dirty-ass gun
It was one late night, I was cruisin' the street
We ain't had nothin' to do, so we was lookin' for beef
Got a Glock in my hand (hand), and a stick in the Jeep (Jeep)
Stompin' niggas 'round town, but I grew up on the East (East)
Roll the window down, seen elbows and feet
I was kickin' up smoke, you was coppin' a plea (plea)
Yeah, we turned him to Zaza (Zaza), now his face on a tee (tee)
I be smokin' on opps, roll 'em up by the P (P)
Chopper keep shakin', the beat keep breakin' (breakin')
No, I'm not a Muslim, but I don't eat bacon (bacon)
Eyes look Asian, she say that she Jamaican
I bring her to the room, we just f*ckin', we ain't cakin' (cakin')
Steppin' on niggas, steppin' on niggas (steppin')
Steppin' on niggas (steppin'), steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas, steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas (steppin'), steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Got a Glock on my hip (hip), niggas hippity-hop (hop)
He was dissin' on songs (songs), and that shit got him shot (shot)
Hit his block with a broom (broom), hit his block with a mop (mop)
We ain't talkin' to bitches, we ain't talkin' to cops (f*ck 12)
Check the forecast ('cast), I got galore cash (cash)
Had them killers on your step like DoorDash (dash)
F*ck your baby daddy (daddy), with his dork ass (ass)
We at the bottom, nigga, show me your extort pass (pass)
All the opps fans (fans), they be imitatin' ('tatin')
Blowin' gun smoke (smoke), that's how we demonstratin' ('stratin')
Hit his baby mama (mama), while he had the baby (baby)
Gave me good jaw (jaw), I gave her penetration ('tration)
Steppin' on niggas, steppin' on niggas
Steppin' on niggas (steppin'), steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas, steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas (steppin'), steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas (steppin', steppin')
Steppin' on niggas (steppin')
Writer: Jeffrey Darryl Page, Joe Anthony Cooley, Leland Tyler Wayne, Rodney Oliver, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Brand New Draco
Yeah
(Metro)
We ain't givin' out smoke, we givin' out embalmin' fluid
Spin that shit every day, every night
Back to back to back to back to back
Y'all niggas can't even trap, nothin'
Post up, nothin', kick with the hoes, barbeque, nothin'
We spinnin' back to back
Two weeks, three weeks straight, nigga, on God, nigga
Big 4L, pussy
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot go down (21, 21)
When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down (on God, on God, on God, straight up)
Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down (pyoom)
I'm rich for real, I could press a button and make the opps go down (nah, facts, pussy boy)
Maybach with the shade (straight up)
Brand new CTS all red like the Braves (on God)
Y'all just started slidin', we was slidin' back in the day (21)
21 Gang, woodgrain on the K (21)
Big Slaughter, nigga, big dagger in my face (straight up)
Ski mask, f*ck a camera, gun him down on tape (on God)
Breakin' news, FOX 5, pussy, we don't play (straight up)
I call my Hellcat OVO 'cause it keep a Drac' (facts)
Red dot, headshot, pussy DOA (21)
Count me a ten in one minute, count a whole hundred in ten minutes (on God)
Niggas need to call they hood Beyblades, 'cause all we do is spin in it (on God)
I own me a couple establishments, I ain't worried 'bout your business (21)
Y'all runnin' 'round here gossipin', I'm tryna make me some more millions (pussy)
Ridin' with a stick in the hotbox, I ain't never put my phone in it (pussy)
We call your main bitch pussy hood 'cause all we do is Joan in it (pussy)
Money the only paperwork I put my bros in (pussy)
Somebody please unthaw my ears 'cause they frozen
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot go down (21, 21)
When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down (on God, on God, on God, straight up)
Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down (pyoom)
I'm rich for real, I could press a button and make the opps go down (nah, facts, pussy boy)
Charge him with theft by takin' 'cause his drip stolen (pussy)
Trap spot in the neighborhood is 60 Rollin' (pussy)
Had to do CPR, I got your bitch chokin' (pussy)
Sellin' Percocets, weed, bar, and cocaine
So many choppers in the spot, we leave the door open (21)
Put the water in the pot, then you stick the fork in
Put some holes in your shirt, now it's red, soakin' (21)
I ain't runnin' from no smoke, period, semi-colon (21)
You wanna hold somethin', I got plenty shells (21)
I don't even want no smoke, niggas gon' tattletale (on God)
I don't even play with people's kids, go play Battlefield (straight up)
I'm from the East, home of the murders, you niggas'll die out here (21)
They like to box, we like to pop, both of us bodybuild (on God)
You can get hit with one of them guns from my adlib (straight up)
You gon' f*ck around and get chopped, lil' Karate Kid (pussy)
I ain't seen him in a minute, but ask if God did (pussy)
Saint Laurent sweater
Rock Balenciaga when I rock the Barett-er (21)
Shout out Robert Kraft, fell in love with the cheddar (on God)
Beat a rapper ass, Def Jam Vendetter (bitch)
When it come to shh, we got plenty
Eatin' Ruth Chris, I done burnt out on the Beni' (21)
And I eat, sleep, shit, f*ck with the semi (on God)
Screamin' f*ck friends, family first, rockin' Fendi (21)
(Metro)
We ain't givin' out smoke, we givin' out embalmin' fluid
Spin that shit every day, every night
Back to back to back to back to back
Y'all niggas can't even trap, nothin'
Post up, nothin', kick with the hoes, barbeque, nothin'
We spinnin' back to back
Two weeks, three weeks straight, nigga, on God, nigga
Big 4L, pussy
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot go down (21, 21)
When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down (on God, on God, on God, straight up)
Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down (pyoom)
I'm rich for real, I could press a button and make the opps go down (nah, facts, pussy boy)
Maybach with the shade (straight up)
Brand new CTS all red like the Braves (on God)
Y'all just started slidin', we was slidin' back in the day (21)
21 Gang, woodgrain on the K (21)
Big Slaughter, nigga, big dagger in my face (straight up)
Ski mask, f*ck a camera, gun him down on tape (on God)
Breakin' news, FOX 5, pussy, we don't play (straight up)
I call my Hellcat OVO 'cause it keep a Drac' (facts)
Red dot, headshot, pussy DOA (21)
Count me a ten in one minute, count a whole hundred in ten minutes (on God)
Niggas need to call they hood Beyblades, 'cause all we do is spin in it (on God)
I own me a couple establishments, I ain't worried 'bout your business (21)
Y'all runnin' 'round here gossipin', I'm tryna make me some more millions (pussy)
Ridin' with a stick in the hotbox, I ain't never put my phone in it (pussy)
We call your main bitch pussy hood 'cause all we do is Joan in it (pussy)
Money the only paperwork I put my bros in (pussy)
Somebody please unthaw my ears 'cause they frozen
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot go down (21, 21)
When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down (on God, on God, on God, straight up)
Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down (pyoom)
I'm rich for real, I could press a button and make the opps go down (nah, facts, pussy boy)
Charge him with theft by takin' 'cause his drip stolen (pussy)
Trap spot in the neighborhood is 60 Rollin' (pussy)
Had to do CPR, I got your bitch chokin' (pussy)
Sellin' Percocets, weed, bar, and cocaine
So many choppers in the spot, we leave the door open (21)
Put the water in the pot, then you stick the fork in
Put some holes in your shirt, now it's red, soakin' (21)
I ain't runnin' from no smoke, period, semi-colon (21)
You wanna hold somethin', I got plenty shells (21)
I don't even want no smoke, niggas gon' tattletale (on God)
I don't even play with people's kids, go play Battlefield (straight up)
I'm from the East, home of the murders, you niggas'll die out here (21)
They like to box, we like to pop, both of us bodybuild (on God)
You can get hit with one of them guns from my adlib (straight up)
You gon' f*ck around and get chopped, lil' Karate Kid (pussy)
I ain't seen him in a minute, but ask if God did (pussy)
Saint Laurent sweater
Rock Balenciaga when I rock the Barett-er (21)
Shout out Robert Kraft, fell in love with the cheddar (on God)
Beat a rapper ass, Def Jam Vendetter (bitch)
When it come to shh, we got plenty
Eatin' Ruth Chris, I done burnt out on the Beni' (21)
And I eat, sleep, shit, f*ck with the semi (on God)
Screamin' f*ck friends, family first, rockin' Fendi (21)
Writer: Leland Tyler Wayne, Mejdi Rhars, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
No Opp Left Behind
(Metro in this bitch goin' brazy)
Made it out the dirt, I was head first
A nigga used to rob, ayy, and I used to serve
Couldn't go to work, school was the worst
Pussy tried to play me, ayy, put him on a shirt
Lambo' real fast, fell in love with cash
Fell in love with head, ayy, I fell in love with ass
Science, I was 'sleep, ayy, I fell in love with math
She was at the club, ayy, I made her take a bath
Ayy, I'm King Smoke, so I got a drum on the stick
Gang was in there, I can't put my tongue on that shit
He was talkin' crazy 'til that hollow hit his lip
Ayy, Big 4L, even the killers gettin' killed
All you see is Pateks and APs in my clique
We got all the bottles and the hookah in the VIP
I might be a rapper, but it's thirty in this clip
Ayy, Zone 6, we get niggas buried 'round this bitch
Pitbull the way I walk, the way I talk
Loose lips sink ships, yellow tape, white chalk
Multitask, use the pistol and the fork
Screamin', "No opp left behind," nigga, we gon' kill 'em all
Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no flaw
You could tell it when I rap, ain't no cut, this shit raw
Cut him off if he talkin' to the law
I'm with Draco 'cause he quiet 'til he hit you in the jaw
My lil' niggas don't wanna trap, they wanna spin
Ayy, spin, fill the choppas up, then spin again
Free my dawg, he not ink, so why he in a pen'?
From Atlanta, not Vegas, but I still sin
Ayy, chain like a yo-yo, ride me like a pogo
She from out of D.C., when she f*ck me, she play go-go
Used to sip lines, now a nigga sippin' Fours, though
Niggas rappin' gangsta, but they really hoes, though
Street niggas, streets don't talk, but you told, though
Rattail hangin' in the hood, boy, you bold-bold
We ain't tryna hear 'bout all the bricks that you sold-sold
They don't need a badge, but them niggas still the po-po
Focused on my bag, focused on my money
I done had some dark days, I done had some sunny
Niggas think they hot, I think niggas funny
Ayy, yellow baguette, VV-VVS's look like honey
All my diamonds pissed on, ayy, Andre Drummond
My play won't even pull inside the 'partments 'cause they haunted
My dawg could've passed me the ball, but he punted
Got my turn, did a onside kick, that's how I'm comin'
Pitbull the way I walk, the way I talk
Loose lips sink ships, yellow tape, white chalk
Multitask, use the pistol and the fork
Screamin', "No opp left behind," nigga, we gon' kill 'em all
Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no flaw
You could tell it when I rap, ain't no cut, this shit raw
Cut him off if he talkin' to the law
I'm with Draco 'cause he quiet 'til he hit you in the jaw
Multitask, use the pistol and the fork
Screamin', "No opp left behind," nigga, we gon' kill 'em all
Multitask, use the pistol and the fork
Screamin', "No opp left behind," nigga, we gon' kill 'em all
Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no flaw
You could tell it when I rap, ain't no cut, this shit raw
Cut him off if he talkin' to the law
I'm with Draco 'cause he quiet 'til he hit you in the jaw
"A wise man knows not to have a lot of enemies
The friction of constant conflict is a distraction in life
And left unchecked can end up being what subtracts him from life
If possible, all enemies should be eliminated"
Made it out the dirt, I was head first
A nigga used to rob, ayy, and I used to serve
Couldn't go to work, school was the worst
Pussy tried to play me, ayy, put him on a shirt
Lambo' real fast, fell in love with cash
Fell in love with head, ayy, I fell in love with ass
Science, I was 'sleep, ayy, I fell in love with math
She was at the club, ayy, I made her take a bath
Ayy, I'm King Smoke, so I got a drum on the stick
Gang was in there, I can't put my tongue on that shit
He was talkin' crazy 'til that hollow hit his lip
Ayy, Big 4L, even the killers gettin' killed
All you see is Pateks and APs in my clique
We got all the bottles and the hookah in the VIP
I might be a rapper, but it's thirty in this clip
Ayy, Zone 6, we get niggas buried 'round this bitch
Pitbull the way I walk, the way I talk
Loose lips sink ships, yellow tape, white chalk
Multitask, use the pistol and the fork
Screamin', "No opp left behind," nigga, we gon' kill 'em all
Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no flaw
You could tell it when I rap, ain't no cut, this shit raw
Cut him off if he talkin' to the law
I'm with Draco 'cause he quiet 'til he hit you in the jaw
My lil' niggas don't wanna trap, they wanna spin
Ayy, spin, fill the choppas up, then spin again
Free my dawg, he not ink, so why he in a pen'?
From Atlanta, not Vegas, but I still sin
Ayy, chain like a yo-yo, ride me like a pogo
She from out of D.C., when she f*ck me, she play go-go
Used to sip lines, now a nigga sippin' Fours, though
Niggas rappin' gangsta, but they really hoes, though
Street niggas, streets don't talk, but you told, though
Rattail hangin' in the hood, boy, you bold-bold
We ain't tryna hear 'bout all the bricks that you sold-sold
They don't need a badge, but them niggas still the po-po
Focused on my bag, focused on my money
I done had some dark days, I done had some sunny
Niggas think they hot, I think niggas funny
Ayy, yellow baguette, VV-VVS's look like honey
All my diamonds pissed on, ayy, Andre Drummond
My play won't even pull inside the 'partments 'cause they haunted
My dawg could've passed me the ball, but he punted
Got my turn, did a onside kick, that's how I'm comin'
Pitbull the way I walk, the way I talk
Loose lips sink ships, yellow tape, white chalk
Multitask, use the pistol and the fork
Screamin', "No opp left behind," nigga, we gon' kill 'em all
Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no flaw
You could tell it when I rap, ain't no cut, this shit raw
Cut him off if he talkin' to the law
I'm with Draco 'cause he quiet 'til he hit you in the jaw
Multitask, use the pistol and the fork
Screamin', "No opp left behind," nigga, we gon' kill 'em all
Multitask, use the pistol and the fork
Screamin', "No opp left behind," nigga, we gon' kill 'em all
Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no flaw
You could tell it when I rap, ain't no cut, this shit raw
Cut him off if he talkin' to the law
I'm with Draco 'cause he quiet 'til he hit you in the jaw
"A wise man knows not to have a lot of enemies
The friction of constant conflict is a distraction in life
And left unchecked can end up being what subtracts him from life
If possible, all enemies should be eliminated"
Writer: Leland Tyler Wayne, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rip Luv
Yeah, rest in peace to love
October 22nd, 1992
July 8th, 2009 (Zaytoven)
You will be missed forever (Metro Boomin wants some more, nigga)
Rest in peace to love, I gave up a long time ago (long time ago, straight up)
Hard times, everybody left, I'm the one you counted on (I'm the one you counted on, 21)
My shoulder took a lot of tears, woulda swore it was a fountain on (shit brazy)
I be cryin' on the inside and smilin' when the cameras on (on God)
Woulda never went against you ever (21)
I even tried to make the grudge settle (straight up)
Yeah, I heard that you slept with a couple fellas (straight up)
Still treated you like a virgin 'cause I know you better (on God)
When she suck it, take my soul, she a whole devil (21)
Bought a Wagon and I covered it with rose petals (skrrt)
She didn't think I was romantic 'cause I'm so ghetto
Got a Patek and a Birkin, it was fundamental
Then the situation took a U-turn (f*ck)
Foundation crumbled and the roof burned (21)
I ain't perfect, I was slidin' like a earthworm, loco
But I never, ever brought the dirt home (on God)
Man, we both played each other, you was worse, though (21)
Always blamin' me because I did it first, though (21)
You started sleepin' with your phone in your purse, though
And you had that pussy nigga fragrance on your skirt, ho (punk bitch)
Rest in peace to love, I gave up a long time ago (long time ago, straight up)
Hard times, everybody left, I'm the one you counted on (I'm the one you counted on, 21)
My shoulder took a lot of tears, woulda swore it was a fountain on (shit brazy)
I be cryin' on the inside and smilin' when the cameras on (on God)
I had your back, you put a knife in mine (now I'm scarred)
If you was finna lose your life, I woulda gave you mine (on God)
I sit back and reminisce sometimes (just be thinkin', you know, 'bout the old days)
I used to drink my syrup while you drank your wine (my old ways)
Can't believe what we came to (21)
You won't believe what the fame do
We ain't together, any problems, I still came through (straight up)
Heard he put his hands on you, that's what lames do (pussy)
Got my first taste of love and I thank you (thank you)
Savage, never let another woman taint you (21)
Fallen victim to my feelings, something I can't do (never)
Get revenge on every bitch, even if it ain't you (on God)
Rest in peace to love, I gave up a long time ago (F-U-C L-U-V)
Hard times, everybody left, I'm the one you counted on
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
My shoulder took a lot of tears, woulda swore it was a fountain on
(Heavy rain, thunderstorm, hail comin', fallin')
I be cryin' on the inside and smilin' when the cameras on
(Frown on the inside, laugh when the flash on)
"Truly genuine love never really dies
But lust, infatuation and unrevealed attraction
Are all things that over time rarely survive"
October 22nd, 1992
July 8th, 2009 (Zaytoven)
You will be missed forever (Metro Boomin wants some more, nigga)
Rest in peace to love, I gave up a long time ago (long time ago, straight up)
Hard times, everybody left, I'm the one you counted on (I'm the one you counted on, 21)
My shoulder took a lot of tears, woulda swore it was a fountain on (shit brazy)
I be cryin' on the inside and smilin' when the cameras on (on God)
Woulda never went against you ever (21)
I even tried to make the grudge settle (straight up)
Yeah, I heard that you slept with a couple fellas (straight up)
Still treated you like a virgin 'cause I know you better (on God)
When she suck it, take my soul, she a whole devil (21)
Bought a Wagon and I covered it with rose petals (skrrt)
She didn't think I was romantic 'cause I'm so ghetto
Got a Patek and a Birkin, it was fundamental
Then the situation took a U-turn (f*ck)
Foundation crumbled and the roof burned (21)
I ain't perfect, I was slidin' like a earthworm, loco
But I never, ever brought the dirt home (on God)
Man, we both played each other, you was worse, though (21)
Always blamin' me because I did it first, though (21)
You started sleepin' with your phone in your purse, though
And you had that pussy nigga fragrance on your skirt, ho (punk bitch)
Rest in peace to love, I gave up a long time ago (long time ago, straight up)
Hard times, everybody left, I'm the one you counted on (I'm the one you counted on, 21)
My shoulder took a lot of tears, woulda swore it was a fountain on (shit brazy)
I be cryin' on the inside and smilin' when the cameras on (on God)
I had your back, you put a knife in mine (now I'm scarred)
If you was finna lose your life, I woulda gave you mine (on God)
I sit back and reminisce sometimes (just be thinkin', you know, 'bout the old days)
I used to drink my syrup while you drank your wine (my old ways)
Can't believe what we came to (21)
You won't believe what the fame do
We ain't together, any problems, I still came through (straight up)
Heard he put his hands on you, that's what lames do (pussy)
Got my first taste of love and I thank you (thank you)
Savage, never let another woman taint you (21)
Fallen victim to my feelings, something I can't do (never)
Get revenge on every bitch, even if it ain't you (on God)
Rest in peace to love, I gave up a long time ago (F-U-C L-U-V)
Hard times, everybody left, I'm the one you counted on
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
My shoulder took a lot of tears, woulda swore it was a fountain on
(Heavy rain, thunderstorm, hail comin', fallin')
I be cryin' on the inside and smilin' when the cameras on
(Frown on the inside, laugh when the flash on)
"Truly genuine love never really dies
But lust, infatuation and unrevealed attraction
Are all things that over time rarely survive"
Writer: Leland Tyler Wayne, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Xavier Dotson, Peter Lee Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Said N Done
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
When it's all said and done, who you gon' ride for?
Who you gon' slide for? Who you down to die for?
I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though
Sleepin' with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold
I came from the bottom, I didn't have a dime, bro
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro
This shit took some time, bro, finally get my shine on
I done been betrayed, yeah, I done been backstabbed
Now I got my bands up and they who I laugh at
Riding in the Demon, no, this ain't no Scatpack
And we carry big straps, I suggest you back-back
I just speak the truth, I'm not with the rap cap
Can't wait 'til they free Turk, Mr. Push-Your-Shit-Back
Rest in peace to Larry, Johnny B, and Tay, man
Swear I had a rough past, feel like I grew up fast
Go to war about my dawgs
Yeah, the ones who pick me up whenever I fall
All the pain I endured just to ball
I'd give this shit away to be with y'all
Standin' with you, throwin' gang signs, do it matter?
When them bullets start flyin', half of 'em scatter
He ain't have no business in that car, now he ready to tattle
Just got shipped the diagnostics and he on a platter
Got on long sleeves, but I still bare arms
Rockin' Christian Dior, nigga, I'm in rare form
Savage ball like '97, '98 Jordan
Step back, shoot you in your face like I'm James Harden
When it's all said and done, who you gon' ride for?
Who you gon' slide for? Who you down to die for?
I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though
Sleepin' with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold
I came from the bottom, I didn't have a dime, bro
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro
This shit took some time, bro, finally get my shine on
Right hand on my Glock, left hand on her coochie
Cock the chop, hit your top, nigga, Bruce Lee
I'm the boogeyman, pussies can't spook me
Got your BM on my line talkin' 'bout, "Scoop me"
You know I got a soft spot for the hoochies
I don't talk to bitches, bitches talk the bullshit
I bought every pair of Amiris in the boutique
You know we want all the smoke, nigga, Lucy
I'll never fall off, I might take a break
You know either way it go, my family gon' be straight
Still in debt from all the losses that I had to take
When you out here tryna evolve, they gon' call you fake
I can't turn my back on the gang no matter what I make
I done took a lot of risks to make sure niggas ate
Superhero in my hood, I don't need a cape
I be lost sometimes, feelin' like I'm runnin' in place
When it's all said and done, who you gon' ride for?
Who you gon' slide for? Who you down to die for?
I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though
Sleepin' with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold
I came from the bottom, I didn't have a dime, bro
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro
This shit took some time, bro, finally get my shine on
(Metro)
"When all is said and done
We can only judge, punish, reward, enslave, and free ourselves
There will always be doubters and haters, but they only have the power you give them
Remain focused, move forward, and never lose faith in yourself
Until next time, stay in Savage Mode
Because anything else would be too damn civilized
Peace"
When it's all said and done, who you gon' ride for?
Who you gon' slide for? Who you down to die for?
I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though
Sleepin' with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold
I came from the bottom, I didn't have a dime, bro
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro
This shit took some time, bro, finally get my shine on
I done been betrayed, yeah, I done been backstabbed
Now I got my bands up and they who I laugh at
Riding in the Demon, no, this ain't no Scatpack
And we carry big straps, I suggest you back-back
I just speak the truth, I'm not with the rap cap
Can't wait 'til they free Turk, Mr. Push-Your-Shit-Back
Rest in peace to Larry, Johnny B, and Tay, man
Swear I had a rough past, feel like I grew up fast
Go to war about my dawgs
Yeah, the ones who pick me up whenever I fall
All the pain I endured just to ball
I'd give this shit away to be with y'all
Standin' with you, throwin' gang signs, do it matter?
When them bullets start flyin', half of 'em scatter
He ain't have no business in that car, now he ready to tattle
Just got shipped the diagnostics and he on a platter
Got on long sleeves, but I still bare arms
Rockin' Christian Dior, nigga, I'm in rare form
Savage ball like '97, '98 Jordan
Step back, shoot you in your face like I'm James Harden
When it's all said and done, who you gon' ride for?
Who you gon' slide for? Who you down to die for?
I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though
Sleepin' with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold
I came from the bottom, I didn't have a dime, bro
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro
This shit took some time, bro, finally get my shine on
Right hand on my Glock, left hand on her coochie
Cock the chop, hit your top, nigga, Bruce Lee
I'm the boogeyman, pussies can't spook me
Got your BM on my line talkin' 'bout, "Scoop me"
You know I got a soft spot for the hoochies
I don't talk to bitches, bitches talk the bullshit
I bought every pair of Amiris in the boutique
You know we want all the smoke, nigga, Lucy
I'll never fall off, I might take a break
You know either way it go, my family gon' be straight
Still in debt from all the losses that I had to take
When you out here tryna evolve, they gon' call you fake
I can't turn my back on the gang no matter what I make
I done took a lot of risks to make sure niggas ate
Superhero in my hood, I don't need a cape
I be lost sometimes, feelin' like I'm runnin' in place
When it's all said and done, who you gon' ride for?
Who you gon' slide for? Who you down to die for?
I gave her my heart, she was tellin' lies, though
Sleepin' with my guys, though, that shit turned my heart cold
I came from the bottom, I didn't have a dime, bro
Apartments with the blinds, bro, still got on my grind, though
I know my mama proud, everybody fine, bro
This shit took some time, bro, finally get my shine on
(Metro)
"When all is said and done
We can only judge, punish, reward, enslave, and free ourselves
There will always be doubters and haters, but they only have the power you give them
Remain focused, move forward, and never lose faith in yourself
Until next time, stay in Savage Mode
Because anything else would be too damn civilized
Peace"
Writer: Barry James Eastmond, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Stephanie Mills, Terry Alexander, Wayne Braithwaite
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Savage Mode II is a collaborative studio album by 21 Savage and Metro Boomin.
The album serves as a sequel to the duo's extended play Savage Mode (2016). It features guest appearances by Drake, Young Thug, and Savage's cousin Young Nudy. On October 19, 2020, a chopped and screwed version of the album was released by OG Ron C and Slim K.
Savage Mode II received widespread acclaim and debuted atop the US Billboard 200, becoming 21 Savage and Metro Boomin's second US number-one album. It was supported by two singles: "Runnin" and "Mr. Right Now".
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21 SavageThe album serves as a sequel to the duo's extended play Savage Mode (2016). It features guest appearances by Drake, Young Thug, and Savage's cousin Young Nudy. On October 19, 2020, a chopped and screwed version of the album was released by OG Ron C and Slim K.
Savage Mode II received widespread acclaim and debuted atop the US Billboard 200, becoming 21 Savage and Metro Boomin's second US number-one album. It was supported by two singles: "Runnin" and "Mr. Right Now".
Featuring: Metro Boomin
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): David x Eli, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Kid Hazel, Metro Boomin, Prince 85, Southside, Zaytoven
Released: October 2nd, 2020
Year: 2020