21 savage - 4l lyrics
[intro]
solid n-gg-, real street n-gg-
a hundred percent, a hundred and ten percent
ain’t no cut on this sh-t, n-gg-
this sh-t blue magic, n-gg-, like frank lucas n-gg- on god
[verse 1: 21 savage]
four trap spots at the bottom of the hill (straight up)
tryna diss savage, that’ll prolly get you k!lled (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 my 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)
n-gg-s drop a mixtape, then they tattoo they face (lil’ p-ssy)
n-gg-s drop an alb-m, then pretend to be gangsta (lil’ b-tch)
imagine every hood, you gon’ make it up, ain’t you?
he done made up dead homies, man this n-gg- a prankster
i got n-gg-s down to roll, for our 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 n-gg- made her stay in the house so i got the b-tch 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, n-gg-s know 4l gang go psycho (i swear)
[chorus: 21 savage]
cap–ss, rap–ss, bat her in her back -ss
you know you ain’t built like that, play and get your -ss smashed
all black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
bodybag a n-gg- -ss, throw his body in the trash
i’m a young trap -ss, strapped–ss, no time for the yap -ss
get a n-gg- clapped -ss, zone 6, ride around with it in my lap -ss
leave your man’s brain in your motherf-ckin’ lap -ss n-gg-
[interlude: young nudy]
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 sh-t
this that zone 6 sh-t for y’all n-gg-s
(stop all that cap–ss sh-t)
[verse 2: young nudy]
i’m a zone 6-er mr. remixer
mr. f-ck-her-then-i-hit-her-p-ss-her-to-my-n-gg-
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 n-gg- bird (serve a bird)
who run the block? slimeball, that’s the word (slime)
get a n-gg- topped, off top, non-stop, on my block
i got shooters totin’ their glock, it’s a 30 in his glock (yeah that 30)
n-gg-s 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, n-gg-, 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)
b-tch 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 n-gg-s off
yo gotta run off on the plug
yo gotta shoot at some n-gg-
let him know you don’t give no f-cks
if he really ’bout that life, then, n-gg-, show you ’bout your business
don’t be schemin’ on a hunnid, n-gg-, run up you a million
[chorus: 21 savage]
cap–ss, rap–ss, bat her in her back -ss
you know you ain’t built like that, play and get your -ss smashed
all black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
bodybag a n-gg- -ss, throw his body in the trash
i’m a young trap -ss, strapped–ss, no time for the yap -ss
get a n-gg- clapped -ss, zone 6, ride around with it in my lap -ss
leave your man’s brain in your motherf-ckin’ lap -ss n-gg- (21, 21)
[verse 3: 21 savage]
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’ b-tch)
malcolm might get k!lled in the middle (on god)
mini-14, i was 17 first time i shot it
n-gg-, 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’ b-tch)
i want you to suck me like you suckin’ your thumb (21)
savage rich as f-ck, but i save money like a b-m (on god)
made it to the top, but i give back to the slum (straight up)
[chorus: 21 savage]
cap–ss, rap–ss, bat her in her back -ss
you know you ain’t built like that, play and get your -ss smashed
all black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
bodybag a n-gg- -ss, throw his body in the trash
i’m a young trap -ss, strapped–ss, no time for the yap -ss
get a n-gg- clapped -ss, zone 6, ride around with it in my lap -ss
leave your man’s brain in your motherf-ckin’ lap -ss n-gg- (21, 21)
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