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 dont be goin’ on dates on dates
she got an ass but it’s fake its 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
gang ’til i fall fall
you could get hit in the jaw 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 im petty
cant leave the streets i ain’t ready
me and my hood got married
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
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
interlude
killers out the 6 zone 6
got ’em all hired straight up
exgirlfriends old hoes
got ’em all fired byebye
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
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
vs 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
fuck 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 7 that’s bae
stick the 0 in it had a baby yeah
my strippers got sclass ‘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
gang ’til i fall fall
me and my dawgs break laws laws
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
Artist: 21 Savage
Year: 2019
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 410