[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Young nigga got the streets on lock
Young nigga got a 30 on his Glock
I’m a addict at chasing paper, can’t stop
Put your arm inside the bowl until it lock
Drop my nuts and let’em hang, nigga I’m gang
Two revolvers on my waist, John Wayne
Fucking this ratchet bitch I made “?”
Nigga I keep the shit “?”
Yeah, pop the shit
Yeah,rich nigga convo
Nigga, talk that shit
Yah, sipping out syrup I don’t need cough up shit
Yah, real shooters with me like the chalk up shit
Nigga real talk, got a real bowl and a real fork
Whip real hard, this a real sword
Bitch I’m Slaughter Gang, we hit real hard
Nigga we don’t know y’all boys
Y’all ain’t making no noise
Hang with real trappers, nigga we ain’t doing no “?”
Got a Christian Lou’ fetish, count a lotta lettuce
Bank account heavy, money long and I’m deadly
Oh my God, still hanging in the six, nigga
Oh my God, and I came from selling this, nigga
Oh my God, Savage made a couple hits, nigga
Oh my God, but I’m known for sending hits, nigga
Oh my God, I might do the “?”, nigga
Oh my God, (?) on the street, nigga
Oh my God, I act a asshole, bitch boy
Got me back in Savage Mode
[Verse 2: St. Laz]
[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
(2x)
Nigga we don’t know y’all boys
Y’all ain’t making no noise
Hang with real trappers, nigga we ain’t doing no “?”
Got a Christian Lou’ fetish, count a lotta lettuce
Bank account heavy, money long and I’m deadly