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Gucci Mane & Ralo – I Know It (Ralo Laflare Album)

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pussy man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
[Verse 1: Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stoppin’
Catch me squeezin’ and poppin’
Gucci speedin’ in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Movin’ them birds got a nigga walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that shit I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my shit off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after ‘em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you fuck with me it gon’ be your life on the ground that matter
[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherfuckin’ jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These niggas lyin’
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas’ll pop up
[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
[Verse 3: Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me shit ‘cause I’m gon’ take it from ‘em
I hated from ‘em
Pull up on ‘em, now we take your bomb, he lookin’ dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bitch a crumb
And she still gon’ give me some nigga
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bitches be negative
None of these niggas competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips
[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery

Gucci Mane & Ralo – Never Going Broke (feat. Young Dolph) (Ralo Laflare Album)

Niggas know I don’t give a damn
Niggas know I don’t give a fuck
If you don’t know you better ask about me
Ask about the kid in the bluff
I’m a star food nigga
Richer than all you niggas
I ain’t never had to do a song
Twenty-five, ten million strong
Real niggas don’t live long
Long live all my brothers
And if I ever have to die with ’em
I’ma die rich motherfucker
[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke [Intro: Ralo]
Uh, you know
I’m the only rapper don’t need no show money
You dig what I’m sayin’
Ralo, woo
Famgoon
[Verse 1: Ralo]
The pack in, I’m back in, fuck a backend
A black man running shit like I’m Batman
You can’t even get the leprechaun to craft this chain
You rap niggas get behind the bars, I bet they fame
Fuck a bank account, I carry cash in large amounts
These rappers rappin’ ’bout them bricks but never sold an ounce
If you meet these niggas you’ll see why I treat these niggas
I can’t believe I was a kid that wanted to be these niggas
[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I can’t do it, I can’t go, nah never
Goin’ broke, sell some dope, sell a ho
Sell whatever to feed my folks
Most these niggas just want these bitches
I just want that bankroll
I might send her through the airport
Put her on my payroll
Real niggas make shit happen, yeah
Fake niggas just be cappin’, yeah
The loudest nigga in the room, yeah
The weakest nigga in the room, yeah
He can’t wait to tell it, far from a star
I looked Benjamin in the face and said ’til death do us part
Ayy, Rolls Royce on Elvis Presley Boulevard (trappin’)
Mama in the next room smokin’ hard
It’s about where you finish, not where you start
I ain’t never going back to this shit man
[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Verse 3: Ralo]
If I go back broke again I would sell some dope again
I know some people say I’m the realest and they hope I win
I don’t walk inside the club unless we bring them toasters in
I’m sorry if I fucked your ho ’cause I might fuck that ho again
I will never feel another man
Send his ass to the motherland
A hundred shots, ain’t shoot shit
Where the fuck all the shootin’ went?

Russ – Try It

[Hook: Russ]
I dare you to come and try it
But nobody’s shaking round here
Yes I got it so you want it
But I ain’t see you here last year
Bet you won’t try it
No no
I bet you won’t try it
[Verse 1: Russ]
Your favorite rapper can’t fuck with with me
Girls fall in love with me
Childhood dreams, yeah I’m fighting for my custody
There’s one of me, there’s a lot of you
Listening to the radio and it’s probably you
But who are you? I don’t even think you know
They don’t believe that I plan it, like Pluto
I’m interrupting the conversation
Enough with the observations
I’m fucking up the structure
Standing up for the population
It’s real shit coming through your playlist
Family needs food, bills need payments
But I see money in the bank with my name on it
Rearranging rules, yeah I’m changing up the game on ya
I got a chip that weighs the size of a brick
I might flip and do some shit that’s gonna’ help me get rich quick
This ain’t a thing you should try
I protect this with my life
Cause my life is what I gave
For my life I would die

[Hook: Russ]
I dare you to come and try it
But nobody’s shaking round here
Yes I got it so you want it
But I ain’t see you here last year
Bet you won’t try it
No no
I bet you won’t try it
[Verse 2: Russ]
All this time in between got me anxious
Family looking at me like, save us
I got to get to where I’m going now, oh oh
Stepping up to the plate when they need me
This is what I practiced for
This is what I’m asking for, for, for, for
I made my name get bigger
Stayed with my faith like liquor up in my vains
My trigger fingers my brain
I figured I should do me
Looking back I was blinded by what I really couldn’t see
23, I’m so happy I didn’t blow at 17
They be stupid
I don’t play against you
I play against the idea of me losing
See the blueprint I sketched out
I was right all along to let your opinions get left out

[Hook: Russ]
I dare you to come and try it
But nobody’s shaking round here
Yes I got it so you want it
But I ain’t see you here last year
Bet you won’t try it
No no
I bet you won’t try it

SwagHollywood – You Ain’t Got It

[Hook: Swaghollywood]
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
We all know whats in your pocket
We all know whats not in your wallet
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Boy that shit fake why you bought it
You ain’t got no clothes up in yo closet
[Verse 1: Swaghollywood]
Broke, he can’t even spend a penny on his bitch
Goddamn
Whoa
This that "how the hell you get this shit"
Whoa no
I dunno
I just got these bands quick
Goddamn
Ran it up and then I got my partners rich
Woah yeah
We just had to go and hit a couple licks
Woah damn
I was in the booth while you was with yo bitch
Oh
I can’t trust no broke nigga
Ima nigga tryna get six figures
All about the green ill fuck a bitch up
And you can’t run it up cause i ain’t with ya
Oh

[Hook: Swaghollywood]
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
We all know whats in your pocket
We all know whats not in your wallet
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Stop flexinnnnn like you got it
Boy that shit fake why you bought it
You ain’t got no clothes up in yo closet

French Montana – Bring Dem Tings (feat. Pharrell)

Skateboard! Skate on these niggas
[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Maybe, you don’t wanna fuck with them bro
Oh you high and they shooting, better get low
Extort ’em, you ain’t go no friends, oh
They’ll be fucking with that ass like a nympho
Chanel scarf like rainbow barf
$1000 sip nigga, this ain’t yo’ cloth
You ain’t dripping nigga, that ain’t no sauce
I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles
I’m thinking ’bout the LaFerrari coupe
1.8, the option is the roof
Greens is a sicken to the youth
Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice
Y’all be Bape and I be human-made and
Y’all be aping, I’m Richard Mille nation
No diamonds, just turn beyond facing
With gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing
[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Here’s a little story about a kid from Morocco
Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco
Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset
Fuck a plug, we the outlet
Child put me in a box, I’m in the box office
All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off
Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller
Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback , Steelers
White villa from crack dealing
Vanilla, garage like a dealer
I kill ’em softly, Lauryn Hill ’em
Get above ’em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I
Had ’em on a needle, 45 plate
Beatles wore revolvers on the red carpet
Alcatraz bars, crash cars
Ain’t no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things [Intro: Pharrell Williams & French Montana]
Montana
I be like, nice P, you know
What up P?

Statik Selektah – Man Of The Hour (feat. 2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Uh, fresh dressed
Neat-pressed, naw
If I fall off, I get up and wipe myself off
I used to go to sleep cuddling a AR
Just the trials and tribulations
This the files I don’t wanna open
They don’t wanna see ya at the banquet
They don’t wanna see you niggas make it
They don’t wanna see that trophy, huh
I welcome yours with open arms
I give that lady a throat massage
I put your house in my fourth garage
Perpendicular ignorant cross with articulate
Southside, using Ben Franklin for benefits
Dirk Diggler with intent, like [?]
Kush for a supplement
I’m the reason Balenciaga had a waiting list
Please don’t make me sign you up for the faking list

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am
(I am) I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
The man of the hour, I am
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
High as fuck off the joint that I just rolled
Riding round in a cloud of that kush smoke
Put my generation on the good dope
Now we all getting high as D’Angelo notes
Getting paid with each quote
Perfecting my game with each stroke
Tryna eat good and gain weight
Lame niggas wanna provoke us
Coincidentally I ain’t broke
Into fashion but the weed is the only thing that choke us
I’m in my bag, God told me anything I want I could have
Anytime I want, I can brag
I be grinding, I don’t relax
And real niggas gon’ respect that
Nigga my passport full and I got jet lag
Homie, I am

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I am, I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
Fresh out the shower, I am
(I am) I am
The man of the hour, I am
The man, you a coward, I am
The man of the hour, I am
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)
(I am) (the man of the hour)

Steve Aoki – Lit (feat. Gucci Mane & T-Pain)

Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci
[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga? [Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip
[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?

Sevyn Streeter – Soon As I Get Home (Girl Disrupted Album)

[Chorus]
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do
[Verse 1]
On right now and I’m feeling the drink
I had like 2 or 3 and I’m on right now
I came ready to play
Baddies in a full circle tonight
You know why I came
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do
[Pre-Chorus]
2 AM vibes
DJ, turn it up, let’s get right
We can’t get enough of this life
We gon’ fuck it up, yeah
We gon’ fuck it up one time
[Chorus]
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do

[Verse 2]
All my ladies, drop it to the floor
And if you got a [?]
Fellas, if you got a girl, don’t [?]
Just live it up tonight, live it up tonight
[Pre-Chorus]
Now we in this 2 AM vibes
DJ, turn it up, let’s get right
We can’t get enough of this life
We gon’ fuck it up, yeah
We gon’ fuck it up one time
[Chorus]
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do
Soon as I get home
I’ll make it up to you
Baby, I’ll do what I gotta do
[Outro]
Now we in this 2 AM vibes
DJ, turn it up, let’s get right
We can’t get enough of this life
We gon’ fuck it up, yeah
We gon’ fuck it up one time

Sevyn Streeter – My Love For You (Girl Disrupted Album)

(I’m saving all my love)
Saving all my love, saving all my love for you
You got it all to yourself
Just keep doin’ what you do, baby
And I’ma keep saving all my love (all my) for you, oh (oh yeah)
Saving all my love (my love) for you, saving all my love for you
All… (You) my…. [Intro]
I – I’m saving all the love
I’m saving all my love for you (to you, I…)
I’m saving all the love (whoo, oh)
I’m saving all my love for you
[Verse 1]
Ridin’ round town in your black Impala
With my baby, yeah, that’s my partner
Look the other way when they tryna holler
So unbothered, we’re so unbothered
See I got niggas slidin’ in my DMs
Stevie Wonderin’ if I’ma ever see ’em
But I don’t pay that shit no mind
No, I don’t give that shit no time, no time
I just curve ’em from the a.m. (You) love… (You) for you
(You) All… (You) of my love.. [Bridge]
Only you, yeah, it’s only you (only you) that get my attention
Only you, swear it’s only you, ain’t no competition, no
‘Cause baby, you give me everything that I’ve been missin’ (Oh)
That’s why I’m saving all my love for you

[Hook]
(I’m saving all my love…)
Saving, saving
Saving all my love
Saving all my love for you
I been saving (saving it for you).. Saving all my love…
You got it all to yourself
Just keep doin’ what you do baby, yeah yeah
You got it all to yourself
Just keep doin’ what you do baby, doin’ what you do baby, yeah
You got it all to yourself
Just keep doin’ what you do baby, doin’ what you do baby, yeah yeah
You got it all to yourself
Just keep doin’ what you do, baby, doin’ what you do, baby, hey
Oh, what you do to me, baby
Oh, what you do to me, baby

[Outro]
I- I’m saving all the love
I’m saving all my love for you (for you, I…)
I- I’m saving all the love
I’m saving all my love for you to the p.m
Oh, baby, you’re the reason
That none of these niggas can touch me
Ain’t none of these niggas get lucky
No, no, no, no, no…
[Bridge]
Only you, yeah, it’s only you that get my attention
Only you, swear it’s only you, ain’t no competition, no
‘Cause baby, you give me everything that I’ve been missin’
That’s why I’m saving all my love for you

[Hook]
(I’m saving all my love…)
Yeah yeah, saving all my love
Saving all my love for you
(I’m saving all my love…)
Saving, saving all my love, I’m saving all my love for you
It ain’t with nobody else, you got it all to yourself
Just keep doin’ what you do, baby
And I’ma keep saving all my love for you
Ooh
Saving all my love for you, saving all my love for you
(I – I’m saving all the love
I’m saving all my love for you)
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Yeah, if I had a hundred, I would break you off a fifty
Yeah, I know you’d do the same, I know you’d split it with me
Yeah, on ya team, Micheal Jordan, Scottie Pippin
Long as we got each other, I ain’t trippin’
You the one, you the realest, you the realest
I, I….

Sevyn Streeter – Present Situation (feat. The-Dream) (Girl Disrupted Album)

[Verse 1]
With every breath in my lungs, I’m gone
Screaming my mind ’cause I miss you so
But eventually, I get over you
Hit up the mall and drop a couple bands off
Spending money is my antidote, yeah
Don’t that sound like somebody you know? Yeah
She hurt you, you hurt me
But without her, we wouldn’t be
So I don’t know what to say right now
And I don’t know where to be right now
[Chorus 1]
How do I address the present situation? The present situation
The present situation
I don’t know how to address the present situation
The present situation
[Verse 2]
So when you started out tricking on me
You was trying to get over her
And when you started to lay me down
You was still getting over her
I wonder if you love me now
Or if you ever loved me at all
A baseless love and still we fall
And I’mma tell myself [?] relevant
Just sex me right
I’mma keep on [?] so much that I start to forget
I love the light
And I gotta acquire your taste
Following straight with no chase
Then I start to come around
That’s the Sevyn they heard about
But then you have to hold me down

[Chorus 2]
I got a present situation
Oh, present situation
We gotta address the present situation
I don’t know how to address the present situation
The present situation
[Bridge]
And I can’t lie, I love it
I can’t lie, I love it
It ain’t right, I love it
I wouldn’t have chose this life, but I love it
[Chorus 3]
The present situation
The present situation
The present situation
I don’t know how to address the present situation
The present situation

21 Savage – 7 Min Freestyle (Issa Album)

[Verse]
Goyard duffle, yeah yeah
Got that draco in it, yeah yeah
Whip a chicken, yeah yeah
Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah
And I got that Glock, yeah yeah
I got thirty shots, yeah yeah
Got your baby mama, yeah yeah
She bent over nigga, yeah yeah
Young Savage trappin’, yeah yeah
And I’m fuckin’ rappin’, yeah yeah
I make lots of money, yeah yeah
And I throw it, throw it, yeah yeah
Ayy lil bitch you tryna blow it, yeah
Woah, chopper like a lawnmower, yeah
Woah, got that motherfuckin’ dagger on me
Woah, stab a nigga and his lil homie, woah
And I’m ballin’ like Nowitzki, woah
I get head like Lewinsky
Police tryna fingerprint me, woah
I’m runnin’ out that motherfucker, nigga, woah
Get money like a motherfucker, nigga
Bags in, nigga gas in
Cash out, nigga cash in
I’m robbin’, ski maskin’
You niggas know that I’m ’bout action
Fishtail with the traction
Fuck a fistfight, nigga I was blasting
Air that motherfucker out, we was smashin’
Got them VVS’s on me, nigga glass
Fuck school nigga, always skipped class
Fuck the other side, throwin’ red rags
Slaughter Gang, PDE gon’ do you bad nigga
Runnin’ through this cash, through this cash nigga
And my bitch bad, bitch bad nigga
Yeah, and I got a bag, got a bag nigga
Why these niggas mad, why they sad nigga
‘Cause I’m poppin’ ho, yeah I’m poppin’ ho
Got your main bitch, pussy poppin’ ho
We don’t want that pussy, we just want that toppy ho
And I don’t want it if the shit ain’t sloppy ho
Yeah, gang gang, nigga gang gang
Ayy, niggas snitching in the chain gang, ayy
They must not know they go in the chain gang, ayy
Stab ’em up, nigga stab ’em up
I’m a Bentley truck, you in a Acura
You niggas actin’ like I ain’t got racks or somethin’
You niggas actin’ like I ain’t in the trap or somethin’
Fuck you niggas thought, Savage was just rappin’ huh
Hey, your main bitch, she gon’ back it up
21, that two-two-three gon’ make you back it up
21, that show money I just stack it up
21, I’m real gangster, you just acting tough, woah
Niggas tryna put the feds on me, woah
My young niggas droppin’ shells on ’em, woah
I know they scared now, scared now
Niggas broke, they can’t even pay they bail now
Ayy, I get a brick and I bust it down, nigga
Put it in the pyrex and drown it, nigga
Water whip the dope, water whip it
Ho, water whip your ho, water whip ’em, yeah
Them VVS’s got her hypnotized, yeah
I used to walk around with two nines, woah
Then I hit a nigga for two nines, 21
That’s a half a brick lil nigga, 21
You a fuckin’ shrimp lil nigga, 21
I got somethin’ for that lip lil nigga, 21
Have you with a limp lil nigga, 21
Cut you up, no temp lil nigga, yeah
I get money ’cause I’m rich nigga, yeah
I might fuck all on your bitch nigga, yeah
Got a drank in in the vip nigga, yeah
She want a gangster, not a wimp nigga, yeah
Burberry fur on me, shit, woah
Thirty, Steph Curry on me, shit, woah
Eating chicken curry in this bitch, woah
Good food, nigga good food, 21
I’m a gangster, you a good dude, 21
I won’t text her ’til she send nudes, 21
She call my phone when the rent due, 21
I ain’t got a dime for your stankin’ ass, 21
Wash your behind with your stankin’ ass, bitch
And your nigga broke, down bad, bitch
All my niggas havin’ fuckin’ bags, bitch
Rich niggas, rich niggas, rich, 21
Hit nigga, hit nigga, hit, 21
That stick nigga, stick nigga, stick, 21
Bricks nigga, licks nigga, hits, 21
Slaughter Gang, PDE the shit, 21
Got the rap game on lock fast, 21
Got the block game on lock fast, 21
I got that Glock aim on lock fast, 21
I drop cop and send shots fast, 21
You only gangster when the gangsters gone, 21
You just a pussy with a camera phone, 21
You just a bitch with an Instagram, 21
No trigger finger, I got a trigger hand, 21
All of ’em like to shoot nigga, 21
All of ’em like boot nigga, 21
All of ’em in your boot nigga, 21
Finger holes, nigga finger holes, 21
You just a pussy with some finger rolls, 21
I can’t respect a nigga with cornrows, 21
Broke nigga with your brother’s clothes, 21
Broke nigga fuckin’ your brother’s hoes, 21
Get your own nigga, get your own, 21
You ain’t grown, nigga you ain’t grown, 21
Your money brown and my money long, 21
My blunt green and my gas strong, 21
Your bitch bad and I got her number, 21
All her friends wanna throw a slumber, 21
I might fuck all on that bitch mama, 21
I might take that lil bitch out to ‘Hana’s, 21
Put that lil bitch in a Benz, yeah, 21
I wish that bitch had a twin, yeah, 21
She want all my friends, yeah, 21
Man that bitch got on some Timbs, yeah, 21
But I put that bitch in Gucci Gucci, 21
Man I fuck that bitch like she Karruche, 21
I might lick that, do the oochie coochie, 21
Got a brown one like a nigga Boosie, 21
Nigga catch me all up in Bruce’s, 21
And you know I pull up with that uzi, 21
I’ma shoot a nigga, make the news and, 21
Niggas umm, niggas niggas losin’, 21
Yeah yeah, nigga yeah yeah, 21
Serve a nigga with no scale scale, 21
Come and help me wrap this bale, bale, 21
Fuck 12, no seatbelt, 21
Fuck 12, I don’t need help, 21
12 gauge, nigga that’s my help, 21

21 Savage – Whole Lot (Issa Album)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, it’s a knife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’? Yeah nigga, I hit your wife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’? Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y’know what I’m sayin’? Yeah
[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)
[Verse 1: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
VVS’s drippin’ off my chain, hoe (ooh)
I be in them places that you can’t go (can’t go)
My brother down the road on tango (I still see him)
You rap niggas sweeter than a mango (pussy sweet)
TEC on me with the coolie on it
I’ma fuck around and squeeze (ooh)
Pain runnin’ through my veins
I don’t want the fame, I just wanna eat (ooh)
Rap niggas callin’ my phone
Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain’t G’s (one hunnit)
Spend on a lot of niggas, I ain’t spend no more
Fuck around and get robbed ’round me (fast)
Chain snatched
Watch snatched, don’t get it back (get it)
Chopper on you
Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)
I’m Young Savage
Real nigga, they vouchin’ for that (they vouchin’ for that)
I keep it on me
One in the head, I’m cockin’ it back
And I make your bitch drop it back
And I spend a dub in Saks
And I do a whole lot of drinkin’
I done put a hole in my kidney
Y’all niggas pussy like kittens (uh)
VVS’s on, I need mittens (VVS)
Nigga, we ain’t leavin’ no witness
Stomp a nigga ’til he need stitches (woah)
I ain’t never played no victim
Every nigga played, I killed him
Put a nigga in a blender, nigga, then we chop it up (then we chop it up)
Put it in the Pyrex, nigga, then we lock it up (lock it up)
Put that bitch inside a Benz, she was in a Acura
Niggas be actin’ tough, I just be stackin’ up (I just be stackin’ up)
Used to ride around with Dracos, now I’m going platinum (platinum)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (ain’t trippin on ’em)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier (yeah)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (ooh)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?] (get madder nigga)
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage (ain’t talk about it)
We don’t talk about it, we shotters (ain’t talk about it)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (ooh)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets
[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga, put gold on denim (gold)
Nigga, I said it, I meant it (meant it)
Nigga, be fresh like mint (fresh)
Nigga on percs, I’m itchin’ (nigga)
Nigga, I stayed in the trenches (nigga)
Niggas still play in the trenches (nigga)
Stayed up late on missions (fool)
Sometimes we ain’t strike for a dime (for a dime)
If them niggas actin’ scared, I ride (I’m gon’ go)
When my brother got killed, I cried
I can’t let a nigga stop my stride (stride)
Gotta keep this shit goin’, gotta move (move)
If it come down to it, I’m bustin’ moves (fool)
I jump up out that vert with a Uzi (skrt)
These facts, lil’ nigga I’m the truth (truth)
You got goons, lil’ nigga, I got troops (I got troops)
They don’t got Instagrams ’cause they shoot (I got, I got)
Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe (got that coupe)
Coulda fucked that bitch, I passed her to the crew (here you go)
Shiverin’ and shakin’, boy you ain’t gon’ shoot
Wright Street, man I ate a lot of soups

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

21 Savage – Special (Issa Album)

[Intro]
In my feelings, she got me in my feelings
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
Got me in my feeling (forreal)
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
Got me…
[Verse 1]
She got me in my feelings (forreal)
Buy a brand new Bentley (forreal)
Buy her new Chanel (forreal)
I don’t kiss and tell (no)
Her diamonds raindrop (yeah)
Stay down when the fame stop (yeah)
She be scratching on my tank top
Real niggas ‘gone make the pain stop
Bad bitch you gone ride with me ’till the wheels off (21)
Baby, you ‘gone calm me down when I’m pissed off (21)
I’m a savage so your panties might get ripped off (21)
Your ex didn’t know how to appreciate you now he missed out
[Chorus]
We got something special
We got something special
We got something special
We got something special
I was finna text you
But I ain’t wanna pest you
Even if we ain’t together (no matter we’re forever)
I’m still coming to your rescue

[Verse 2]
Put you in that coupe
Put you in Jimmy Choo (21)
Burken bag (yeah), twenty-five thousand on the tag (yeah)
Put you on a private jet (yeah)
We ain’t never riding first class (yeah)
And we having sex in the air, (yeah)
Make the whole compartment ‘gone crash (yeah)
Hard to find a bad bitch to stay true to me (21)
Who ‘gone spend them late nights in the booth with me
Gotta get a bitch she pullin’ up to shoot with me
If you can’t stay down then you ain’t ‘gone reap the fruits with me
Coke bottle model and she like to swallow
Pussy so good I give her all my guala (all my money)
I got your back forever, put that on my partner (on God)
You ain’t gotta pay no bills
[Chorus]
We got something special
We got something special (yeah)
We got something special
We got something special
I was finna text you
But I don’t wanna pest you
Even if we ain’t together (no matter we’re forever)
I’m still coming to your rescue

[Bridge]
Ride with me (ride with me)
Tell the truth and don’t you lie to me (lie to me)
You know I need you on my side with me (side with me)
Tell the truth and don’t you lie to me (lie to me)
Baby, roll with me (roll with me)
Jump in that coupe and, baby, coast with me (coast with me)
If I was broke she kicking doors with me (doors with me)
Baby, roll with me
Roll with me (21)
I’mma hold you down forever
You my round forever
They just want to use you, but I’m tryna help you
Savage I’m tryna build, they just tryna feel
Really ain’t none of their business
[Chorus]
We got something real special
We got something special
We got something special
We got something special
I was finna text you
But I don’t wanna pest you
Even if we ain’t together (no matter we’re forever)
I’m still coming to your rescue

21 Savage – Money Convo (Issa Album)

Now she fuckin’ me, I know you wanna kill her
And I sold dope on my 10 toes
We ain’t fallin’ out over freak hoes
21 Savage still in savage mode
I thought I told you I’m a savage on these hoes
Maybach with the curtains up
I’m with Nudy, he gon’ burn you up
Fake gangbangin’, nigga turned into a snitch
Went against that 21, I left him in a ditch
[Pre-Chorus]
Pull up
We like gas, we like gas, gas, gas
Hol’ up
We like cash, we like cash, cash, cash
Hol’ up
Wanna fuck me, I’m like yas, yas, yas
Hol’ up
VVS’ drippin’, dance, dance, dance

[Chorus]
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
[Post-Chorus]
Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I’m still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
AK-47s, M16s, they gon’ sting, bumble
Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin’ meat, gumbo
[Verse 2]
Money talk, yeah, nigga, cash talk, yeah, nigga
Ridin’ ’round with that yappa tryna duck the feds, nigga
Oh you drinkin’ green? Nope, only drink that red, nigga
Only fuck the bad hoes, buy my cars with cash, ho
Niggas know I blast off, pull up with the mask off
Air it out like aerosol, I robbed Peter and Paul
Bought a 488, finna act an asshole
I’ve been gettin’ so much money, they think I sold my damn soul
You a fake gangsta, you ain’t ever shot nobody
I don’t wanna hear them stories ’bout them fake bodies
Young Savage send a hit like John Gotti
Nigga get whacked, thinkin’ they hard ’cause they on molly
I’m the Saint Laurent Don, love to cash out
You a dick jumpin’ faggot, you a mascot
You beat your bitch ’cause she walk ’round with her ass out
They wanna rob me ’cause I walk ’round with that bag out
Drinkin’ syrup, lil’ bitch, I’m finna pass out
Never slippin’, Glock 40 with a red dot
Seven figure nigga, money all I talk about
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, what ya talkin’ ’bout? [Verse 1]
Peon ass niggas
Levis and Adidas ass niggas
High point having ass niggas
I got a Glock and it don’t jam, I blast niggas
You a lovey dovey buy a ring nigga
I’m the type to pass her to the team, nigga
You went and bought that bitch Céline, nigga? [Chorus]
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
Money conversations, money conversations, money convo
[Post-Chorus]
Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I’m still humble
Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble
AK-47s, M16s, they gon’ sting, bumble
Got your main bitch with me bent over eatin’ meat, gumbo
[Outro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

21 Savage – Dead People (Issa Album)

[Verse 1]
I’ma handle business
S600 big body and it’s tinted, just to handle business
Percocets they got me in my feelings
I drive that Range Rover like it’s rented
Hit ’em in the face, ‘fore you turn state
Gotta beat the case, we gon’ fuck your bae
We gon’ beat her face
Walked out of Wells Fargo and ran to Chase
Hopped out a Bentley truck and jumped inside the Wraith
Young Savage, I was trappin’ on the back street
All in traffic with that ratchet on the backseat
From the gutter, fake models don’t attract me
Got a project bitch, she love to get nasty
[Chorus]
I been drinkin’ syrup since Denny’s
Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin’
Right pocket full of dead people
I been hangin’ with the dead people
I been hangin’ with the dead people
I been hangin’ with the dead people
All my pockets full of dead people
I done fell in love with dead people
[Verse 2]
Bitch you gettin’ comfortable, I don’t need you
You come around the gang, we might G you
She say don’t nobody fuck her like we do
You know I share everything with my people
My jewelry twinkle twinkle
Doin’ donuts in the foreign while it sprinkles
You keep callin’, I’m ignoring, bitch I’m single
You keep callin’, bitch I’m single like a pringle
You know I’m fly like G4
Bitch you riding in a pinto
Bitch you know your nigga lame like the Winslows
I’m 21 but you know PDE my kin folk

[Chorus]
I been drinkin’ syrup since Denny’s
Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin’
Right pocket full of dead people
I been hangin’ with the dead people
I been hangin’ with the dead people
I been hangin’ with the dead people
All my pockets full of dead people
I done fell in love with dead people

21 Savage – Numb (Issa Album)

I almost lost my life when I was trappin’

[Chorus]
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
[Outro]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you Man I don’t know
Ain’t a place in the world that I can’t go
And I got a hundred racks inside a Go-Go
And I get a hundred racks for a show, show
Wanna give a bitch my heart but I can’t though
I can’t fall in love with a stank ho
Lil’ bitch I fell in love with the bank ho
And you know I love that good drank, ho
[Chorus]
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the

[Verse 3]
Numb the pain with the money and ride ’round with that Tommy
And I put it in her stomach and I made that lil’ bitch ride me
You’re my old school runner, you’re my old school runner
But my new school runnin’, it costs more than a hundred
You lil’ niggas so bummy (21)
Make a diss song, they gon’ wrap you like a mummy
My young niggas geekin’ on [?] zombies
They hungry, up it on you then they tell you, "Run it"
I stole cars, drove them like go-karts
Niggas actin’ like bitches, they got both parts
And I came from the gutter, I don’t got no heart
And I’m straight up out the gutter, I don’t got no heart
Nigga when they killed my brother, I had to go hard
Put that chopper in his face and then I Bogart
Niggas tryna cross me, I don’t understand it
I’m just tryna take care of the family
And I’m sippin’ codeine, not brandy (21)
And I’m sippin’ codeine, I’m a addict
You go to jail, can’t depend on a bad bitch
She fucked and sucked him tryna keep up with the fashion
And I’m really, really rich and I ain’t braggin’
Sometimes I really can’t believe this shit happened
Who woulda thought I’d make it rappin’? [Verse 1]
Grind hard, nigga, grind hard, I done grind hard
Late nights playin’ b-ball with a decoy
I was on the corner with the robbers and the d-boys
Now I’m on the charts, man, this shit is unbelievable
Mama, it’s a lot of secrets that I had to keep from you
Got in so much trouble, thought the teachers had beef with you
And it paid off ’cause we livin’ like the Greeks and Jews
Used to leave your stove runnin’, stove runnin’
Now it’s Louis rags when my nose runnin’
Got it out the mud, I don’t owe nothin’
You pussy-ass niggas ain’t on nothin’
Wanna see me fucked up ’cause they poor hustlin’
The same niggas with me back when I was head itchin’
Man I’m having nightmares that the feds listenin’
You fake gangstas pump fakin’ and they scared snitchin’
The coupe fast and it’s fucking up the dash digital
[Chorus]
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money
Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the

[Verse 2]
It’s a bag on his head, I’ma pick it up
It was money in the house, I used to stick it up
Got your main bitch chillin’, splashin’, tryna lick it up
Dick ridin’, niggas always tryna flick it up
I ain’t tryna take no bitches, bitch I’m rollin’ Swishers
I count my back end then I jump out with that pistol
If you ain’t suckin’ dick you get a early dismissal
We got your wifey at the spot, she tryna lick a pickle
I just went and bought a Lamb and it cost a nickel
And I came from the bottom and it feel good
And I went platinum, still in the hood
And I take the gang with me everywhere I go
Why these niggas hatin’ on me?

21 Savage – Nothin New (Issa Album)

[Verse 1]
They thought I only rapped about murder and pistols
I’m tryna feed my family, I ain’t being political
You ain’t givin’ out money then they look at you pitiful
You make a couple million, niggas greedy, they envy you
Ayy, fuck that other side, we gon’ shoot up your Sprinter
I used to sell that crack and spray that MAC out that rental
Niggas run and hide when we roll down the window
Got a extendo and a hoodie, he can’t wait ’til December
Got a extendo and a hoodie, he gon’ shoot you on camera
Lost his faith in Jesus Christ, he prayin’ to a bandana
Police gunned his brother down, this shit too hard to handle
Loading up his chopper, he gon’ show ’em black lives matter
[Chorus]
Another nigga made the news, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done dropped outta school, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done got his first tool, it ain’t nothin’ new
Mama own that dog food, it ain’t nothin’ new
He smokin’ weed and he changin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
All his friends gang bangin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue
Another nigga from the hood tryna ball too
[Verse 2]
Shit gettin’ outrageous
Treat us like slaves then they lock us up in cages
Young, black, poor, ain’t had a father since a baby
Why you think we skip school and hang out on the pavement? Why you think we ridin’ ’round with choppers off safety? Streets cutthroat, nigga, so I’m cutthroat
I used to sell dope, nigga, now I can’t vote
Poppin’ Percocets to kill the pain, I can’t cope
Anger in my genes, they used to hang us up with ropes
Civil rights came so they flood the hood with coke
Breakin’ down my people, tryna kill our faith and hope
They killed Martin Luther King and all he did was spoke
Welcome to the hood, yeah where niggas dyin’ at
Same place where the best chicken gettin’ fried at
Same place where the police killin’, tellin’ lies at
It ain’t just the babies, man, I swear the mama’s cryin’ now
[Chorus]
Another nigga made the news, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done dropped outta school, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done got his first tool, it ain’t nothin’ new
Mama own that dog food, it ain’t nothin’ new
He smokin’ weed and he changin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
All his friends gang bangin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue
Another nigga from the hood tryna ball too

21 Savage – Facetime (Issa Album)

(FaceTime)
I won’t waste your time if you don’t waste mine (don’t waste mine)
Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon’ taste mine (taste mine)
I won’t take your love for granted if you don’t take mine (take mine)
I’m too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime)
I won’t waste your time if you don’t waste mine (don’t waste mine)
Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon’ taste mine (taste mine)
I won’t take your love for granted if you don’t take mine (take mine)
[Refrain]
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, yeah

[Verse 2]
I take her shoppin’, that’s easy
Fuck the summer, I ball all season
She don’t want me to think that she easy
But she ain’t tryna make it seem like she teasin’
We just chillin’ at the bar and she cheesin’
Buy a hundred shots for no reason
Man, I’m tryna take you home this evening
Brown liquor got her panties leakin’
That nigga stealin’ pussy, he thiefin’
OG Kush, I’m chiefin’
Let me swim inside your pool, yeah, the deep end
And we can get drunk all weekend
[Chorus]
I’m too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime)
I won’t waste your time if you don’t waste mine (don’t waste mine)
Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon’ taste mine (taste mine)
I won’t take your love for granted if you don’t take mine (take mine)
[Refrain]
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? You strong
Ain’t no need to play no games, I’m grown
Out there cheating, man, it turn ya heart cold
She don’t wanna hear the lies, it’s old
Takin’ shots even when it’s too strong
Fuck a nigga, liquor make her moan
Gotta get up in the mornin’, she grown
I be drankin’, I be drivin’, I’m wrong
Had a long day at work and I know
I can’t text my girl, I’m on my way home
[Chorus]
I’m too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime)
I won’t waste your time if you don’t waste mine (don’t waste mine)
Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon’ taste mine (taste mine)
I won’t take your love for granted if you don’t take mine (take mine) [Verse 1]
Henny in my system, I’m gone
Speedin’ on the E way, all gone
Girl you put up with that nigga?

21 Savage – Thug Life (Issa Album)

[Verse 1]
Scrape the corner
Buy a Rover
Crack inside my grandmas sofa
Sunday, family coming over
Move the crack behind the toaster
Carry pistols with no holsters
Trying not to be a poster
You was listening to your coaches
I was listening to the vultures
And I slept with rats and roaches
That’s why I don’t smoke no roaches
Niggas tryna knock my focus
Wonder why I’m sick of potion
We happy, dog but we ain’t jokers
Big bullets, we ain’t poking
In that pussy, slow motion
Nigga ain’t none of my songs wrote
[Chorus]
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you
[Verse 2]
Hoe stab a nigga in the back like the streets do
Can’t believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming "Fuck you, they want to eat you"
My son got asthma, grandma having spasms
Fuck the chatter, he gon’ tattle, put ’em on the platter
Snakes plotting on my downfall like I’m hearing rattle
(That fuck nigga gone flop man
21 ain’t even no real nigga, fuck that nigga)
We sticking to the G code, nigga we ain’t beefin’ over freak ho’s
I hit her on the D low, yeah she like my steelo
That nigga think that he a bullet, don’t like credit, Deebow
30-round hangin’ out the big Glock
Nigga, no six shots, shootin’ ’til the clip stops
You a lil’ cat, I’m a big dog
Nigga, when we pullin’ up the stick’s out
Too much money got ’em pissed off
Nigga, I’ma pull up at yo bitch house
Fuck a niggas bitch to get a kick out it
Nigga pop percs, ‘gone get a kick out it
Drinking on syrup with my dick out
Glock-17 with the dick out

[Chorus]
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you
[Bridge]
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
[Verse 3]
I’mma tint, presidential, like I’m Trump though
Secret service shooters, leave ’em niggas slumped, dawg
Denzel, I get surgical with this pump, dawg
Busting down, breaking down, then I put it in a blunt, dawg
Made a mess now, I got 21 washed out
In my face, teetee and taytay in the same count
I was down, bad and now I’m shining like a lamp
You put a ring on her, she ain’t nothing but a tramp
The kicked me outta middle school and sent me to the house
We ’bout that gunplay, nigga, motherfuck ‘yo count
19, I bought a Cutlass, four 12’s and an amp
Beating down Glenwood, nigga, feeling like a champ
Nigga, we ain’t takin’ no deals
Lil nigga we ain’t snitchin’, we ain’t making no sound
Used to jump niggas, now we jumping in a crowd
Used to make my mama cry, but now I make her proud
I remember rainy days but now she like the sound

[Chorus]
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you
[Outro]
Hoe stab a nigga in the back like the streets do
Can’t believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming "Fuck you, they want to eat you"

21 Savage – Baby Girl (Issa Album)

[Intro]
Yeah, whole pointers ’round my muhfuckin’ neck, nigga
Yeah, 6 karats in my ears, nigga
Yeah, I look like a blizzard, lil nigga
[Verse 1]
Yeah, too many chains, bitch, you can’t change
Yeah, treat these hoes like I ain’t got home training
Yeah, ten inch chains, too many karats
Yeah, VVS nigga, real clarity
Yeah, I’m a gangster, you a bitch, clearly
Yeah, can’t let a broke bitch get near me
Yeah, and the bank cash my check barely
Yeah, Saint Laurent got your bitch staring
Goyard bag, I’m on some other shit, bitch boy
Fire at us and get your pussy ass hit, boy
You dropped outta school to jump out with that stick, boy
All you niggas get capped, I’m the real McCoy
Yeah, smoking cookie, nigga, Chips Ahoy
Yeah, had to block her number ’cause the bitch annoying
No more hot boxes, nigga, all my shit foreign
Red, red, pee in the bed, got a nigga snoring
[Chorus]
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout fuckin’, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl
[Verse 2]
Stab a nigga up, this that Shawshank Redemption
Bitch, I send hits, I don’t walk ’round with tension
Gots a island girl and she come from St. Vincent
Pull up with a choppers, nigga started running, not flinching
Bitch, I’m John Gotti, I be running like henchmen
Bitch, you better be a pro
‘Cause you ain’t finna learn how to suck on this dick
Bitch, I’ma buy me a K, extended clip on the bottom of this shit
Bitch, [?] and 204, they makin’ me biscuits
Hoe, I’m really rich, don’t know what a bitch thought
VVS bitch, they doin’ a crip walk
Niggas act like [?], you might as well hit chalk
My GD partners throwin’ up the pitchfork
Put it in a bowl and whip it ’til it get hard
I don’t smoke weed ’cause it make me shh-noid
I pull up with the stick and let this bitch spark
Swear I would’ve shot that cracker if I was Rosa Parks
[Chorus]
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout fuckin’, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl

[Outro]
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
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