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21 Savage - i am > i was Lyrics






a lot

I love you
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah

How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (A lot)

How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
F*ck around with these thots (A lot)

Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch
But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch

Break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down

Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really f*cked me up
My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats

How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
F*ck around with these thots (A lot)

Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down (yeah), I break it on down
I just came from the A
I drove back home, six hour drive, six and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that

Question
How many faking they streams? (A lot)
Getting they plays from machines (A lot)
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)
I never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True)
Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes (Hmm)
I'm on a money routine
I don't want smoke, I want cream
I don't want no more comparisons
This is a marathon and I'm aware
I been playing the back from a lack of promotions
I never was one for the bragging and boasting
I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself
But the people want everything else
OK, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I'm batting a thousand
It's got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me
F*ck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me
And told me he saved me a spot, on a new record he got
He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot
Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot
I picture him inside a cell on a cot
'Flectin' on how he made it to the top
Wondering if it was worth it or not
I pray for Markelle 'cause they f*cked up his shot
Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga
Though I never met you, I know that you special
And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga
Dennis Smith Jr., stay solid, my nigga
I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
When they thought that I wasn't gon' pan out, I got a plan
They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends
Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it
Before it all ends, nigga

How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
F*ck around with these thots (A lot)

Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it on down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down, I br
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Writer: Anthony White, Dacoury Natche, Jermaine Cole, She'yaa Abraham-Joseph, Sheila Young
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Break Da Law

Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah
Cut the bullshit, I'm not with it
Call your main bitch, she let me hit it
Haha, ha
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Diamonds got dripped in a lake (A lake)
I don't be goin' on dates (On dates)
She got an ass, but it's fake (It's fake)
He savin' hoes, need a cape (Cape)
Lil' mama's head supreme (Straight up)
But I'm still rockin' this Bape (On God)
All I know is two guns, nigga
If you a plate, you get ate (Brrat)
Had to put a bitch on pause (Pause)
Me and my dawgs break laws (Laws)
21 Gang 'til I fall (Fall)
You could get hit in the jaw (Your jaw)
The chopper can hit all of y'all (Straight up)
Your brother, your goldfish and dog (All)
Most of my niggas just rob (Wow)
They cut off and hand you your balls (On God)
Hit your BFF, I'm petty (21)
Can't leave the streets, I ain't ready (21)
Me and my hood got married (21)
And my wedding ring was a machete (Straight up)
Need me a Keisha like Belly (Straight up)
Dissin' me, got a nigga's homeboys buried (On God)
They don't come outside, they scary (Scary)
When we start spinnin' niggas' blocks, they telling (Pussy)
Got your baby mama in a yolk (Yolk)
I don't smoke weed, I sell dope (21)
Ain't no back and forth, it's smoke (Smoke)
Pull up on you and your folks (Your folks)
Try to give me head, she choke (Ugh)
We call you a rat 'cause you spoke (Bitch)
All these tennis chains like I'm in a tennis game
Y'all niggas wearin' gold ropes (You're broke)
Killers out the 6 (Zone 6)
Got 'em all hired (Straight up)
Ex-girlfriends (Old hoes)
Got 'em all fired (Bye-bye)
Don't you cross the gang, dawg
We're like barbed wire (Straight up)
Stackin' up these M's
I'm a habitual car buyer (Skrrt)
Actin' Hollywood, I kicked her out on Wilshire (Bye)
Got a model and she tighter than a grill plier (Fine)
Sneak and steal my flow, lot of these rappers slick biters (21)
I'm 4L gang for L, dawg, and we got big rifles (On God)
Let me pop my shit (Yeah)
Keep a big Glock on my hip (Yeah)
One up top, my shit (On God)
I don't like to cock my shit (Straight up)
Y'all niggas gossip and shit (On God)
No more beef, we drop that shit (Straight up)
Y'all niggas talk that shit (Straight up)
Never had a payment, I bought that shit (Straight up, straight up)
VS1 on my wrist (Wrist)
Can't put my tongue on no bitch (No bitch)
'Cause I still kiss my kids (I do)
Ho, you need to fix your wig (You do)
All my brothers did a bid (Straight up)
When they came home, we was rich (Straight up)
F*ck 40 acres and a mule
They got 50 racks and a brand new Sig (On God)
Lil' boy, get up out the way (Yeah)
Lil' boy, we didn't come to play (Yeah)
And I got a partner named Dre (Dre)
You can get beats by Dre (On God)
You can get hit by K (K)
K hit you, that's your last day (Day)
Glock 27, that's bae (21)
Stick the 30 in it, had a baby (Yeah)
My strippers got S-Class 'Cedes (Straight up)
Ride me slow like you drivin' Miss Daisy
I ain't go to school 'cause I was too lazy
Had to cut her off 'cause she was too crazy
Moncler jacket, a letterman (Letterman)
I gotta keep a Beretta, man (Beretta, man)
She screamin' and scratchin' and yellin', man (And yellin', man)
I got her in a falsetto, man (Falsetto, man)
Had to put a bitch on pause (Pause)
Me and my dawgs break laws (Laws)
21 Gang 'til I fall (Fall)
Me and my dawgs break laws (Laws)
21 Gang 'til I fall (Fall)
Me and my dawgs break laws (Laws)
You could get hit in the jaw (Your jaw)
The chopper can hit all of y'all (Straight up)
Your brother, your goldfish and dog (All)
Most of my niggas just rob (Wow)
They cut off and hand you your balls (On God)
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Writer: Shayaa Abraham-Joseph, Joshua Luellen, Leland Tyler Wayne, Bradley Brandon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management




a&t

(feat. Yung Miami)

Good job 1st

[Yung Miami:]
(Bounce that)
Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that)
Ass and titties (Ayy), ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties (Ayy), come get savage with me

[21 Savage:]
(21) If you play the paint, I'ma go for the 3 (Straight Up)
She don't dribble balls, but she good with the D
Stay on Fashio Nova cuz' she get it for free
She at home, but her Instagram location the beach
She at home bro
Ass phat, baby can I grab that? (God damn)
Booty viral, that shit need a hashtag (Yes ma'am)
She walkin' into work like where the bags at? (21, 21)
Hit a couple models, but I love the ratchets

[Yung Miami:]
(Bounce that)
Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that)
Ass and titties (Ayy), ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties (Ayy), come get savage with me

Where my big dick diamond rocking foreign driving niggas at? (Where they at?)
Big shit poppin', f*ck that talkin', where them dollas at?
100 bad bitches in the club on some hustle shit (Yup)
If you ain't breaking bread, please don't you touch a bitch
Bills (I got bills), I gotta pay (I gotta pay)
If you gon' handle it for me, then we can play (We can play)
All depending how you spend it, you can stay (You can stay)
When it's bout that money youngin', don't discriminate (Haha)
I don't wanna smoke yo' weed, I don't wanna meet yo' homie (nah)
We ain't gotta let me lead if you find a nigga with it on him
I'm 21 'bout it baby, I need that cash, you feel me?
So, if you ain't got that bag, don't grind my ass, you hear me?

(Bounce that)
Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that)
Ass and titties (Ayy), ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties (Ayy), come get savage with me

[21 Savage:]
Drop it to the flo' after she wobble and twist (Straight up)
I like em natural, I don't like plastic booties and lip
Struggling strippers always tryna sneak in the vip (21)
You ain't get no wristband, then you can't get no tip (Nope)
Got a bitch a brand new G wagon and I snatched her stomach, she happy (She snatched)
100 racks on me, I'm sagging (Yeah)
Made it out the bottom, I'm braggin' (Straight up)
Came in the club with all that fake ass jewelry on, threw a hundred dollars, he cappin' (Cappin')
Before I walk around trying to act like I'm something I ain't, I quit rapping (On God)
I had to start selling bundles of weave, you wouldn't even get her hair done (21)
If a nigga had a chance, he'd f*ck my bitch, that's why I don't even spare none (On God)
I'm so 21, I'm so 4L, play with this shit, get redrummed (Straight up)
Bullets so big, I could be in Zone 6, f*ck around and hit a nigga in Belgium (21)

[Yung Miami:]
Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties, he throw money, twenties (Bounce that)
Ass and titties, ass and titties (Shake that)
Ass and titties, come get savage with me

[21 Savage & Yung Miami:]
Ass and titties, hunnids and fifties (21)
Yeah, I got a girl, don't leave no hickies (On God)
St. Laurent panties she don't wear Vicky (Straight Up)
I'm her sugar son, her sugar daddy was 50
Bounce that
Shake that, ayy
Bounce that, ayy
Shake that, ayy
Bounce that, ayy
Shake that, ayy
Bounce that, ayy
Shake that, ayy
Bounce that
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Out For The Night

Give her back shots 'til her back hurt (Back shots)
Thumb through the money 'til my hands hurt (Cash out)
Wanna go on a date? You gotta dance first (Yah, yah)
Take it to the paint, I gotta slam first (Yah, yah)
She be actin' stiff with the booty (On God)
Feelin' like I'm Biggie rockin' Coogi (On God)
Draco make you put up that lil' Uzi (On God)
I don't want no features, niggas groupies (Straight up)
Pass her to the gang, quarterback sneak (Quarterback sneak)
I was in my feelings, now it's, "F*ck Kiki" (Worried 'bout)
Let lil' Tip hit that bitch, on GP (Straight up)
Smokin' gas, nigga, I re-up at the BP

Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice)
She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype
But I'm out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Yeah, I'm out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)

Yeah, you workin' hard (Hard)
And I see you (I do)
And your bills late (Late)
And your rent due (Yeah)
And you never need a man to defend you (Straight up)
You already pissed off, on your menstrual (Straight up)
And you been through (Yeah)
'Cause he been through (Yeah)
You a star player (Yeah)
And he benched you (Yeah)
In your corner, I'd never go against you (On God)
Bought a foreign, now his friends wanna text you (Straight up)
You got off late (Late)
And you worked out (Worked)
You ain't stunt his baby mama 'cause she burnt out (Burnt)
You got rid of him and made sure that we worked out (Facts)
So I put a hunnid racks in your purse now (Racks)

Five foot five (Five), she my ride or die (Die)
Never tell a lie (Lie), we like Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde)
Lookin' at her thigh (Thigh), like, "Do it come with rice?" (Rice)
She don't like FaceTime, she would rather Skype
But I'm out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Out for the night (Straight up)
Yeah, I'm out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
Out for the night (On God)
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Writer: Ahmar Bailey, Carlos Santana, She'yaa Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group




Gun Smoke

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




1.5

My earrings cost a half a ticket, I don't hear the same shit y'all niggas hear
On God

Pockets on Cheez-Its, heavy on the cheddar (cheddar)
Run off with your money, Savage a.k.a. Jerry Heller (Heller)
Too much drip, I'm rainin', bought a Gucci umbrella (umbrella)
Why you always trippin' bitch? You must look up to Ella (Ella)
It's only the first night and she keep tryna snuggle (snuggle)
I slept on my back just so I ain't have to cuddle (cuddle)
Nothing 'bout me average, hit her with a Fendi rubber (straight up)
Feel like a magician, all these bitches that I juggle (straight up)
'Rari red, Bentley black
Got a Demon and a 'Cat
Check the stats, all facts
Rap made me a lot of racks
Down bad, caught a flat
Change his tire, he got jacked
Ass fat, waist snatched
Can I get some of that pussycat?

1.5 (1.5), on the ride (on the ride)
Niggas die (niggas die), when we slide (when we slide)
Draw the line (draw the line), pick a side (pick a side)
Ain't no switchin' (ain't no switchin'), on my guys (on the gang)
1.5 (1.5), on the ride (on the ride)
Niggas die (niggas die), when we slide (when we slide)
Draw the line (draw the line), pick a side (pick a side)
Ain't no switchin' (ain't no switchin'), on my guys (on the gang)

(Offset!) I'm such a vibe (vibes)
The doors go up, suicides (suicides)
The diamonds poke your eyes (eyes)
Don't tread my gang, they shiest (gang)
I don't take advice (nah)
I don't care 'bout price
Sticks, the boss don't fight (brrt)
Flippin' bricks in the loft at night (bricks)
Told her "Get what you want, I swipe" (hey)
Hoppin' in the Lambo', brains open (skrr)
My chain soakin', Codeine in my vein, I'm strokin' (Codeine)
I put her head in motion (baow)
This Patek right here a trophy (Patek)
Passed out on the Hermes sofa (hey)
Straight face, this a game of poker (game)
The green Lambo' a ogre (skrr)
We pass the bitch (bitch)
Got to flippin' the bitch in the Ritz
Just ask your bitch (ask her)
I f*ck, no kiss (smash)
Walked right in this bitch, don't touch me, don't get frisked
Let's get lit (lit)

1.5 (1.5), on the ride (on the ride)
Niggas die (niggas die), when we slide (when we slide)
Draw the line (draw the line), pick a side (pick a side)
Ain't no switchin' (ain't no switchin'), on my guys (on the gang)
1.5 (1.5), on the ride (on the ride)
Niggas die (niggas die), when we slide (when we slide)
Draw the line (draw the line), pick a side (pick a side)
Ain't no switchin' (ain't no switchin'), on my guys (on the gang)
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Writer: Nil$, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




All My Friends

Yeah, yeah
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
Lost a few friends chasin' hand money (On God)
Had the same friends when I was bummy (Straight up)
They should've went and did stand-up
'Cause when the money come, niggas act funny (True)
Crocodile wrist band, 21 Dundee
Yo' bitch skate so fast to the dick
That she'd even go and get a job at Sonic (On God)
Made it from the bottom, I'm a star (21)
Playin' with the stick like a guitar (21)
Why you got a 12 car garage? (Why?)
'Cause I bought six new cars (No lie)
I remember times was dark (I do)
Now I'm backstage with a bar (Big dog)
Couldn't pay the light bill, it was dark (Yeah)
Now I can shine in the dark (On God)
Lost a couple friends, I ain't even really mad though (On God)
I ain't even really mad though (21)
Hard to tell the real from fake
'Cause nowadays, they got masks on
Who gon' be around when the fame and the cash gone?
I lost all my friends countin' bands in a Lambo' truck
VVSs on me, fightin' icy like a hockey puck
If she wanna dance, let her dance, watch her pick it up
I don't need no friends, what's a friend if it ain't no trust?
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
I lost all my friends countin' bands and I copped a Benz
Pulled up with no army, just the guap and I'm spendin' it
No, no, never lendin' it, that's all for me
I stay greedy with the dollar, givin' no 'pologies
All these mans with they f*ckin' hands out, tryna spare some
I don't never stress, no, I got plenty peso
I been all alone, on my own in my new mansion
Everybody says I went ghost, jump in my Phantom
Paparazzi always tryna press up on me
Ever since I blew up, I don't know nobody (Know nobody)
Yeah, I blew 80 bands only for you to leave
Hey, I know somewhere that my mama prayin' for me (For me)
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe (For me)
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth (For me)
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe
Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth
If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh
I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth
I lost all my, I lost all my
(Really wanna know the truth)
Hey
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Writer: Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Cant Leave Without It

Yeah
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car (yeah)
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it)
I keep a stick for the war (stick)
Checks I deposit (checks I deposit)
Money just stick with the boy

Lot of model bitches check for me
Nigga, don't check for me 'less you got checks for me
I kept a stick like a hobo, no checkin' me
Way back when D-Lo had the spot in Trestletree
So many hoes had to get a vasectomy
She left her body home and brought her neck to me
I did a walk-through
They sent a jet to me
Y'all niggas show price less than my travel fee

One of my arms worth a ticket
Watch so much that a car came with it
Back in the day I used to rob with no mask on
Shit on my wrist, I woulda killed the whole house for
And I went to school high, I ain't go to class though
I was with the OGs learnin' 'bout the glass bowl
Caught me with a deuce five, mama kicked my ass, bro
Break yourself, leave his brains on the dashboard

I'm with Ced and Lil' Baby (yeah)
We got four choppers that's full (21)
Way before rappin', on God, I was trappin'
Sneakin' my Glock in Le Coeur (on God)
I got my K from Osama Bin Laden
Lil' nigga he signed this shit (straight up)
I'm 4L Gang, if you reach for my chain
Then a nigga gon' die in this bitch (on God)
A-B-C-D-E-F-G Wagon, y'all niggas doin' that big cappin' (21)
I ain't with the friendly shit
Closest thing y'all gettin' to a handshake is the beat clappin' (21)
Your mama gon' have to make a GoFundMe
Y'all niggas keep doing that sneak jabbin' (straight up)
Gucci had to kill the whole woods
Just to make Young Savage this motherf*ckin' mink jacket (21)

VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it)
I keep a stick for the war (stick)
Checks I deposit (checks I deposit)
Money just stick with the boy

Cash in and cash out (cash in and cash out)
I am not lookin' for clout (nah)
I knew I would figure it out (I knew)
I took the millionaire route (run it up)
Popped a pill got my head in the cloud (huh?)
Say my name, it'll bring out a crowd (crowd)
We got paid, now my family proud (on God)
I been drippin' this drip since a child

I hit your bitch, she a jump off
Cartier bracelets for her, they don't come off
They get the swag from Atlanta and run off
I make the best one, it stick like a town hall
Runnin' this shit, what the f*ck is they talkin' 'bout?
Skinny jeans stuffed with them hundreds, they poke out
S65, I'm in a robot
I'm a real one, I ain't running from nobody
Hellcat fast, you know that I show out
Ain't sparin' no bitch, give a f*ck 'bout a blowout
If we wanna smoke with you, boy, you can't go out
Still gettin' money my label don't know 'bout
Court-side with the vibe with her toes out
Rich nigga, I come straight out the poor house
Trap goin' crazy right there by Morehouse
Dead and Me, Ced and more ahks
Bought a Benz, doubled back, bought a trap house
I'm with Savage in the city doin' donuts (skrrt)
Youngins with me, they got fire, they gon' go nuts
Quarter-million in a baby blue Goyard
Buy it cash then I go in the motor
Drive fast, ain't no pullin' me over
Play with bags, you can tell by the odor
No alcohol, go get me a new soda

VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Can't leave without it (I can't leave without it)
I keep a stick for the war (stick)
Checks I deposit (checks I deposit)
Money just stick with the boy

Yeah, niggas tryna drip like the boy, yeah
I don't gotta get no award, yeah
Live in the bank, don't do fraud, yeah
Two hundred racks on my arm, yeah
I been f*ckin' superstars, yeah
Her pussy good, buy a car yeah
You niggas ain't makin' no noise, yeah
You niggas ain't makin' no noise (on God)
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Writer: Kevin Gomringer, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Tim Gomringer, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




asmr

Y'all know what's goin' on
21 Gang 'til I'm gone
4L Gang 'til I'm gone
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon'—

Roll the window down, stick the Glock out (Stick the Glock out)
This chopper got a AMP, I'ma rock out (I'ma rock out)
When it's time for smoke, they gon' cop out (They gon' cop out)
This AK47 made in Moscow (Made in Moscow)
All these dead bodies got me seein' strange things (Straight up)
Both sides of the gun, I done dealt and felt the pain (On God)
Drive by? Nah, we the walk-up gang (21)
I come from the 6 where they chalk up lames (On God)
Slide in and out (Out)
Spend the night? I doubt (Doubt)
Gold grill mouth (Mouth)
I come from the South (South)
We was stealin' cars
You was inside the house (Pussy)
I know he gon' be a rat one day
Right now we call him a mouse (21)


I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shyst
You can roll the dice, you might lose your life
Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin' nice
I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic (Lil' bitch)


I done did a lot in the streets and them facts (21)
PTSD like I came from Iraq (On God)
You made it from the gutter, then I'm tippin' my hat (I am)
Don't go big on me, you might get hit with this MAC (Brrah)
I don't need no holster, you get burned like toaster (21)
I don't drink no liquor, but I'm smokin' on mimosa (Yeah)
We been gettin' that Jewish money, everything is Kosher (On God)
Bought myself a 'Ventador and bought my bitch a Roadster (Straight up)
Drive my Lambo to the store, I'ma wave with my doors
I'm on Glenwood, not the Ave., nigga, the road (21)
Talkin' on the pillow, nigga, that shit for the hoes (Straight up)
I'd never snitch on my enemies or my bros (Never)
I'm so 21, dawg, I'm so SG (Yeah)
I'm so 4L Gang, I keep a Glock, not a XD (21)
Head so good, she not even white, I still call her Becky (Yeah, yeah)
Richard Mille cost so much I could push a button and see next week (Straight up)
.30 on the glizzy, got my pants dizzy (Pants dizzy)
Playin' 'round with Savage, you get shot in the kidney (Shot in the kidney)
So many drums, he gon' think a band hit him (Ha)
Chopper clapped his ass, he thought a hand hit him (Ha)
I do the BlocBoy JB on a brick (Skrrt, skrrt)
Make your crew do the Electric Slide with this stick (Straight up)
She don't get no new Chanel, she gon' throw a fit (Straight up)
I wanna buy that girl the world, the way she suck this dick (Yeah)
Fronted me some bags, I ran out the same night (Damn)
When I was in jail, on my momma, I ain't kite (Damn)
Niggas know I'm solid, I shoot and I fight (Straight up)
You just wear Adidas, but in real life, I got stripes (21)

I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shyst
You can roll the dice, you might lose your life
Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin' nice
I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic


My brother down the road, they tried to give him life
He swear he so creative, turned a toothbrush to a knife
Savage got your wifey playin' with herself on Skype
She thought the AC was on, it was just my ice
We pull up ready to shoot (Brrrah)
Y'all ready to fight (Stupid)
Pull up, ready to kill (Yeah)
Y'all ready to die (Straight up)
Broke-ass nigga get killed ridin' a bike (Pussy)
Savage left his gun at home, nigga, yeah, right (Ha)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Ahmar Bailey, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group




ball w/o you

Whoa
Whoa, whoa

You runnin' 'round drinkin' liquor
Takin' pictures 'cause you miss me
(I know you miss me)
You runnin' 'round drinkin' liquor
F*ckin' niggas 'cause you miss me
(You just want attention)
You can sleep with half the world
Bet you still won't forget me
(On God)
You could find love, get married, have kids
I'd still be realest nigga to hit it
(Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)
I was gettin' some head earlier and you crossed my mind (Straight up)
I'm as solid as they come, but you crossed the line (21)
Yeah, you best start keepin' it real, I can see the signs (On God)
When it came to havin' your back, I'm so real
I prolly would've gave you my spine (Straight up)
I'd rather have loyalty than love
'Cause love really don't mean jack (Straight up)
See love is just a feeling
You can love somebody and still stab them in the back (Oh God)
It don't take much to love
You can love somebody just by being attached (21)
See loyalty is a action
You can love or hate me and still have my back (Facts)

I gave you my all (My all)
You was my dawg (You was my dawg)
I would have went to war with the world on your call (On your call)
Thought you had my back (Nah)
You let me fall (Let me fall)
You healed my pain (My pain)
Then you caused it (Then you caused it)
Now I gotta ball without you (Straight up)
Now I gotta ball (Straight up)
Now I gotta ball without you (21)
Now I gotta ball (21)
Now I gotta ball without you (Pow)
Now I gotta ball (Now I gotta ball)
Now I gotta ball without you (21)
Now I gotta ball (21, 21)

You crossed me once, it's f*ck you forever (Straight up)
Middle school got my heart broke, stop writin' love letters (21)
Hard cold, yeah, so cold had to buy the Moncler sweater (Oh God)
Valentines Day, she ripped the card and urinated on the rose petals (Damn)
You was my rock, heavy metal
Now you ain't shit to me (Facts)
I thought it was a love, until I woke up
And had an epiphany (21)
Keep the fame and keep the love
Just give me the loyality (On God)
Nefertiti, King Tut
I treat you like royality (Fact)

I just wish your love wouldn't fade away
Even when the smoke clear, I'm here to stay
Don't you ever let a nigga take my place
Would you be around if I had minimum wage?

I gave you my all (My all)
You was my dawg (You was my dawg)
I would have went to war with the world on your call (On your call)
Thought you had my back (Nah)
You let me fall (Let me fall)
You healed my pain (My pain)
Then you caused it (Then you caused it)
Now I gotta ball without you (Straight up)
Now I gotta ball (Straight up)
Now I gotta ball without you (21)
Now I gotta ball (21)
Now I gotta ball without you (Pow)
Now I gotta ball (Now I gotta ball)
Now I gotta ball without you (21)
Now I gotta ball (21, 21)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Bryan Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Good Day

I think of murder, murder on me mind
Murder on the menu, murder on the timer

Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K
Today was a good day, pour some Actavis
Today was a good day, I woke up with your bitch
Today was a good day, cross her off the list
Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K
Today was a good day, I sold a brick of yay
Today was a good day, my brother beat his case
Today was a good day, day

Murder with the .45, murder with the nine
Murdering that bitch, put that dick up in her spine
Murder with the .45, murder with the nine
Murdering that bitch, put that dick up in her spine (Uh, ooh)

I don't do love, I don't do hate, I don't do gullible (Gullible, yeah)
Dope in the pantry, serving up candy, watch looking colorful (Colorful, bling)
Got an extendo, it's a new thing, it got kick with it (Ayy, ayy)
Got a new drum, that pa-rum-pum, I can't miss with it, uh
I'm in the four door (Four door), driving it solo (Ayy, nyoom)
Nigga, it's stolen, hope out and park 'em, nigga, then walk home (Brrap)
All of this gang talk, gang talk
Walk with me, red dot on your head turn green
Turn your Twitter fingers to a crime scene (Splat, splat, splat)
Street sweep sweep sweep (Whoop, whoop)
Wonder how I get the dope so cheap
Plug walk, get the bags off me (Whoop, whoop, whoop)
Two for ten going in all week
Twin Glocks don't pretend round me, uh (Brrt)
Hit the deck, going down 'round me ('Round me)
Couple shots have a 'round 'round me (Ayy, ayy)
One clip but it came twelve deep (Whoop, whoop, whoop)

Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K
Today was a good day, pour some Actavis
Today was a good day, I woke up with your bitch
Today was a good day, cross her off the list
Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K
Today was a good day, I sold a brick of yay
Today was a good day, my brother beat his case
Today was a good day, day

Niggas they die, many die, die, dead niggas
I pull the trig-, pull the trig-, pull the trigger
Niggas they die, many die, die, dead niggas
I pull the trig-, pull the trig-, pull the trigger

Got the bull for 50 things, now he wanna kill me now
50 drums, air his mammy house, do he feel me now?
Left his kinfolk full of leaks, in the street we play for keeps
Closed casket I aimed for his head, shot him in his teeth
Mud nigga, hood nigga, opp killer, thot driller
Even Tennesse we got real hitters
Drug dealers, cop killer, gang spitters, sauce drippers
Pussy ass niggas, you need to bleed
Draco bury you like a seed
I know you niggas ain't liking me
Patta, all about that sack-uh
Ran up on me 45 blue Audis back-uh
Rack after rack-uh, you know I'm gone stack-uh
Treat this rap shit, man, like I'm hustling crack-uh, Patta

Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K
Today was a good day, pour some Actavis
Today was a good day, I woke up with your bitch
Today was a good day, cross her off the list
Today was a good day, ain't have to spray the K
Today was a good day, I sold a brick of yay
Today was a good day, my brother beat his case
Today was a good day, day
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Jocelyn Donald, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Ronald N. LaTour, Samuel Gloade, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Tyshane Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




pad lock

Yeah, yeah, dawg
This shit real, dawg
Niggas kill, dawg
Keep your steel, dawg
Or be a long-live dog
Straight up

I'm hangin' with killers, serial (Straight up)
Still in the hood eatin' cereal (Straight up)
I pray to these streets like they biblical (Straight up)
Jump off the rope, Rey Mysterio (Straight up)
Two ounces stashed in my stereo (On God)
You can get killed for subliminals (On God)
I'm a big dog, you a Cheerio (On God)
I don't gotta talk loud, bet you hear me though (Straight up)
Catch me now, I'm bad in traffic (21)
Way before the deal, I was trappin' (21)
Way before the deal, I was puttin' that fire on niggas just to feed my family (On God)
21 gang, I'm a bandit (Straight up)
I ain't have a father, he abandoned (21)
Me and mine, swear I went and picked up a lil' bit of weed and a nine (Yeah)
Partner damn near did a dime (Yeah)
And he still got another nine (Yeah)
Sent my boy 100 racks in the chain gang, nigga, 'cause money is time (On God)
Lately, I been on my grind (Straight up)
2500 on wine (Facts)
50 thousand on a suit, it's a good investment
Yeah, 'cause the deal worth dyin' (21)

Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock
(Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock)
He ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot
(Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot)
Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop
(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)
Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop
(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)
Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock
(Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock)
He ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot
(Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot)
Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop
(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)
Make more than a teacher, I'ma drop out, drop out

I got rich nigga problems (Rich nigga)
Tryna put a 50 in my joggers (Won't fit nigga)
Knew you was a rat when we was toddlers (You a snitch, nigga)
You was always the cop, I was the robber (Lil' bitch nigga)
Born to be a leader, not follow (Follow)
Seventeen with a Monte Carlo (Carlo)
Y'all was in the house playin' Mario (Mario)
I was sellin' weed and went hollow (Went hollow)
That's just how we was raised (On God)
Before we came of age (Straight up)
Y'all niggas wanted some pets (21)
My niggas wanted some Ks (On God)
I had to sell a lil' weed to hit the flea market and buy some fake Ye's (Straight up)
That's where I bought my first grill (On God)
That's where I bought my first Js (On God)
'Member my mama was stressed (Damn)
Look at your son, now I'm paid (Goddamn)
She ain't really worry 'bout harm
She worry 'bout jail 'cause she know I don't play (Yes, ma'am)
She remember days, two-bedroom, Mini-14, and a SK (21)
I could leave today, she know that I'ma take a nigga with me 'cause she know I'm gon' spray (On God)

Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock
(Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock)
He ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot
(Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot)
Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop
(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)
Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop
(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)
Heart so cold, got a padlock, padlock
(Padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock, padlock)
He ain't in the field, he a mascot, mascot
(Mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot, mascot)
Chasin' this money, I can't stop, won't stop
(Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, won't stop)
Make more than a teacher, I'ma drop out, drop out
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Ahmar Bailey, Freek Van Workum, Nick Luscombe, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Memory Lane Music Group (Foreign)




Monster

Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Feelin' so good, might smoke somethin' (Ayy)
Hit it so good, might choke somethin' (Ayy)
Might pull out, the game so weak
F*ck it, you can go and have both of 'em
Zone 6 nigga, I come from
Neighborhood soundin' like, "Pop, pop" (Pop, pop)
Pick 'em up, roll 'em out
All of that drip drip there got young boy drop drop (Drop drop)
Ayy ayy (Ayy ayy), oh (Oh)
Where that money go? (Go)
I was livin' fast (Fast)
They gon' watch 'em slow ('Em slow)
All these niggas got six figures, they won't miss an O (O)
I'm gon' shoot they baby mama if I got the pole, oh, ayy (Ayy)
Bodyguards goin' through customs (Customs)
Both of them boys got handguns
'Cause most of your friends, can't trust 'em
Clout chasin' (Clout chasin')
Let me truth on the verse (Yeah)
If they paid you to do it, you don't gotta ask what you worth
Me and Savage, we came from the dirt
If you rappin' for money, you silly
This shit ain't a milli', this shit is a hundred
The industry savage and most of you average
Ain't 'fraid of no static, I'm bustin', I'm bustin'
He might be an addict, he drinkin' that 'Tussin
He know where you live, where you work, do you trust him? (Nope)
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster (Low blow)
She below the belt, that's a low blow (Low blow)
She gon' try and blame it on YOLO (YOLO)
Niggas out here tryna rap beef (Rap beef)
I ain't givin' no free promo (No no)
He cuffin', he a cop like Robo (Robo)
I'ma pass her to the gang like Romo (Romo)
Brand new 'Rari, I'm solo (Solo)
Finna go shoppin' in SoHo (21)
You could dump me in the middle of the ocean
I'm still comin' out dry (Dry)
You can leave me in the jungle with bears and tigers
I'm comin' out fly (Fly)
I'll take the stand for my brother
Put my hand on the Bible, I'm still gon' lie (On God)
You can have all the fame in the world
All the money in the world, won't stop no cry (Straight up)
Pain and the hunger made a savage (Savage)
Came from the bottom, disadvantaged ('Vantaged)
Then I started livin' my dreams (My dreams)
That shit turned me to an addict (An addict)
It ain't 'bout the money, you can have it (You can have it)
Shawty got a booty, I'ma grab it (I'ma grab it)
In the fast lane, tryna dodge traffic (Skrrt skrrt)
But I ain't never dodged no static (On God)
War wounds, I got scars (21)
Teachers told me I wouldn't be nothin' but I went far (21)
I could pay your salary for ten years with one car (21)
All the pain and all the struggle made a superstar (21, 21, 21)
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Axel Albert Morgan, Dacoury Natche, Donald Mckinley Glover, Jake Austin, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Calvin Lamar Tarvin
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, TUNECORE INC




letter 2 my momma

October ninety-two when you pushed me out (straight up)
It was only right that I made a song about you (straight up)
Ain't no telling where I'd be if I went without you (on God)
Wish I woulda stayed in school, but I dropped out (on God)
You taught me how to be strong, gotta give praise
When the times got hard, you always made ways (on God)
Even though I barely got the new Js (on God)
You made sure the kid kept a temp fade (straight up)
And you kept my PlayStation with some new games (straight up)
And you buy me freezy cups with your loose change (facts)
My daddy never was around, that nigga too lame (f*ck him)
I think that's why I quit school
And started to shoot things (21)
My mama taught me how to tie my shoes (on God)
My mama taught me how to cook my noodles (straight up)
Mama told me don't spend all my money with the jeweler
I bought some real estate plus I'm investing in my shooters (21, 21)

Had to write a letter to my ma dukes (ma dukes)
I know you proud of me, but I'm proud, too (I'm proud, too)
You the only woman I'd give some vows to (on God)
I'm still your baby even though I got a child, too (straight up)

I paid it off, ain't no mortgage or no rent due (facts)
Yes, she got a Range Rover and a Benz, too (on God)
It's a hard job, but women raise men, too (21)
Ma, you never left my side and I thank you (21)
I seen you struggling, I think it left a scar (left a scar)
I did some things when I was young
That broke your heart (broke your heart)
I'm the one that stole the cookies out the jar (out the jar)
I'm the one that went and stole
The neighbors car (neighbor's car)

Times got hard, started selling hard (selling hard)
Before I see you stressing, I'ma break the law (break the law)
I was selling weed, I never mowed the lawn (mowed the lawn)
Commit a burglary and take it to the pawn (straight to the pawn)
When I went to YDC, you was there (on God)
If I had a school hearing, you was there (that's a fact)
Back when you had the Ford minivan, let me drive the city trans
Baggy-ass Girbauds and some Timberlands (straight, straight)
Me and my baby mama was beefing, you didn't give a damn (straight up)
You din't never pick a side, told me, "Be a man" (straight up)
I'ma raise my kids, nothing like my dad, I'm a better dad
You're the best mama I could ever have (on God)

Had to write a letter to my ma dukes (ma dukes)
I know you proud of me, but I'm proud, too (I'm proud, too)
You the only woman I'd give some vows to (on God)
I'm still your baby even though I got a child, too (straight up)

I paid it off, ain't no mortgage or no rent due (facts)
Yes, she got a Range Rover and a Benz, too (on God)
It's a hard job, but women raise men, too (21)
Ma, you never left my side and I thank you (21)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Ahmar Bailey, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




4L

Solid nigga, real street nigga
A hundred percent, a hundred and ten percent
Ain't no cut on this shit, nigga
This shit blue magic, nigga, like Frank Lucas nigga on God

Four trap spots at the bottom of the hill (Straight up)
Tryna diss Savage, that'll prolly get you killed (On god)
I get my shooter smoked, I think he finna spill (Swear)
The beans, I got X, dawg, 75 cents a pill (21)
Tez took a 15, finna come back on a pill (Free Tez)
Pop took 19 'fore he was 19, made me shed a tear (Free Pop)
Blew up on me own, no cosigns I was stiff (On God)
I swear I went like six times platinum 'fore I signed my deal (Straight up)
We used to cut MAC 90s before they made them Dracs (On my mama)
I'm so Slaughter Gang, I'ma nut on her face (21)
Captain Save-A-Ho, you might get shot in your cape (On god)
Niggas drop a mixtape, then they tattoo they face (Lil' pussy)
Niggas drop an album, then pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch)
Imagine every hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you?
He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster
I got niggas down to roll, for a flock, they'll shank you (On God)
Give me head in a brand new car (Yeah)
Hit her from the back, need Geico, (21)
She got fat 'cause a nigga made her stay in the house so I got the bitch lipo (Straight up)
Ridin' 'round town with a Glock, but if it's a hit I'ma use my rifle (On God)
You can ask all the opps, niggas know 4L gang go psycho (I swear)

Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass
You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man's brain in your motherf*ckin' lap ass nigga

Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow
Brrr-bow-bow-bow-bow
I wanted to come in, know what I'm talkin' about
'Cause you talkin' that shit
This that Zone 6 shit for y'all niggas
(Stop all that cap-ass shit)

I'm a Zone 6-er Mr. Remixer
Mr. F*ck-Her-Then-I-Hit-Her-Pass-Her-To-My-Nigga
Only thing I smoke on is a big Swisher
And I don't sip liquor, I sip lean, yes, sir
Pull up on the curb, hope I serve a nigga bird (Serve a bird)
Who run the block? Slimeball, that's the word (Slime)
Get a nigga topped, off top, non-stop, on my block
I got shooters totin' their Glock, it's a 30 in his Glock (Yeah that 30)
Niggas ain't rockin' how we rockin', we rock-solid (4L)
And I keep them blues in my pocket, ten thousand (Uh huh)
Five on your head, nigga, get your head chopped (Do that)
Ride through my hood and I got the top chopped (What?)
Off, when I ride off (What?)
Smoke gas, cough (Dude)
Bitch give me mouth (Uh huh)
Big dawg, boss (Big dawg)
Y'all know what it cost (You know)
Just to be a boss (Be a boss)
Well, you gotta wipe some niggas off
You gotta run off on the plug
You gotta shoot at some nigga
Let him know you don't give no f*cks
If he really 'bout that life, then, nigga, show you 'bout your business
Don't be schemin' on a hunnid, nigga, run up you a million

Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass
You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man's brain in your motherf*ckin' lap ass nigga (21, 21)

I was little, now I'm bigger (Now I'm bigger)
I was broke, now I'm worth eight figures (Eight figures)
It's either you against us or you with us (Lil' bitch)
Malcolm might get killed in the middle (On God)
Mini-14, I was 17 first time I shot it
Nigga, I was on Glenfair (On my mama, dawg)
Went hollow, Collier Ridge to VC
Robbin', landin', all the way to Line Street, they don't play fair (21, 21)
If you make your bed, you gon' lay there (You gon' lay there)
Made a hunnid on Austin off my cell, yeah (Off my cell, yeah)
It was a trap spot and I used to stay there (On God)
On my dead brother, I kept a K there (Straight up)
Tryna spend the night, you must be f*ckin' or somethin' (Lil' bitch)
I want you to suck me like you suckin' your thumb (21)
Savage rich as f*ck, but I save money like a bum (On God)
Made it to the top, but I give back to the slum (Straight up)

Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass
You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man's brain in your motherf*ckin' lap ass nigga
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Writer: Ahmar Bailey, Quantavious Thomas, Roshwita Bacha, She'yaa Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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