[Intro: 21 Savage]
(808 Mafia)
Woah, woah, woah
[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 (Woah)
Drop my nuts and let 'em hang, nigga, I'm gang (Woah)
Two revolvers on my waist, John Wayne
Fucking this ratchet bitch I met in Blue Flame
Nigga, I kick the shit, lucan
Yeah, pop that 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 to chalk up shit
Nigga real talk, got a real bowl and a real fork
Whip it real hard, this a real sword
Bitch I'm Slaughter Gang, we hit real hard
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
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 frauds
Got a Christian Lou' fetish, count a lotta lettuce
Bank account heavy, money long and I'm deadly
(808 Mafia)
Woah, woah, woah
[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 (Woah)
Drop my nuts and let 'em hang, nigga, I'm gang (Woah)
Two revolvers on my waist, John Wayne
Fucking this ratchet bitch I met in Blue Flame
Nigga, I kick the shit, lucan
Yeah, pop that 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 to chalk up shit
Nigga real talk, got a real bowl and a real fork
Whip it real hard, this a real sword
Bitch I'm Slaughter Gang, we hit real hard
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
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 frauds
Got a Christian Lou' fetish, count a lotta lettuce
Bank account heavy, money long and I'm deadly
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