F*ck her in my Rollie, 21
F*ck her in my Rollie
I'ma f*ck her in my Rollie (my Rollie)
F*ck her in a Rover (Rover)
F*ck her in a Rover
I'ma f*ck her in a Rover, 21
Bend the bitch over (bend her)
Bend the bitch over
I'ma bend the bitch over (bend her)
F*ck her on a sofa, f*ck her on a sofa (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
I'ma f*ck her on the sofa
I smashed a stripper in the hotel with my chains on (bling)
I'm playin' with her kitty with my VVS rings on (21)
Shawty savin' hoes, told that boy put his cape on (21)
My partna down the road, I'm talkin' to him on Tango (friend)
I put that bitch in a Porsche (skrr)
I bought that bitch a new Yorkie
I scrapin' the bowl with the fork (skrr)
Scrapin' the bowl with the fork (skrr, skrr)
I'm f*ckin' that bitch in my Vans (21)
I pull up and shoot at your mans
You steal, I'ma cut off your hands
Independent, I don't need no advance
I'm in diamond district 'bout to buy a new watch (Rollie)
I'm f*ckin' on a model and we ridin' a yacht
They like "Savage, boy, you came a long way from that pot" (I did)
I'm still a street nigga so I keep me a Glock
I made it off the block, bitch, I beat the statistics
I told that bitch I got a bitch so don't you leave me with hickeys (ya dig?)
Bitch, I'm on them Percs, got me twitchin' and itchin' (twitchin', itchin')
Drinkin' all that syrup, I'm 'bout to f*ck up my kidneys
Young Savage, I get high just like Bobby and Whitney (21)
And plus I'm rich bitch, I ain't gon' need me no pension (bitch)
I walk off in a room, I be feelin' the tension
I swear these niggas like hoes, all that whinin' and bitchin' (21)
I smashed a stripper in the hotel with my chains on (bling)
I'm playin' with her kitty with my VVS rings on (21)
Shawty savin' hoes, told that boy put his cape on (21)
My partna down the road, I'm talkin' to him on Tango (friend)
I put that bitch in a Porsche (skrr)
I bought that bitch a new Yorkie
I'm scrapin' the bowl with the fork (skrr)
Scrapin' the bowl with the fork (skrr skrr)
I'm f*ckin' that bitch in my Vans (21)
I pull up and shoot at your mans
You steal, I'ma cut off your hands
Independent, I don't need no advance
I'ma count a lot of cash (cash)
Smoke a lot of gas
I'ma count a lot of racks (racks)
Walk around with straps
Walk around with MACs
I'ma walk around with MACs
All my niggas blood (blood)
All my niggas blat
All my niggas blat
All my niggas pull up on the scene in that motherf*cker bloody
Leave a pussy nigga whacked (21)
21 Gang (gang), Slaughter Gang, Murder Gang
PDE not know your thing, niggas can't hang with the gang (know y'all can't)
You niggas can't walk 'round with chains
We snatchin' your chains
Snatchin' your stain
We snatchin' your main (21)
F*ck on your main (your main)
She gon' f*ck on the gang
And kickin' her out
Put that dick all in her mouth (mouth)
I just might f*ck on your spouse (spouse)
I just might nut on her blouse
Diamonds on me water, whew
I'm a dog, bitch woof (woof)
I got golds on my tooth (my teeth)
24 on my tooth (carats)
F*ck her 'til that pussy loose (loose)
'Bout my check nigga, swoosh (swoosh)
Strapped up in the booth (21)
Strapped in the coupe (coupe)
I'm strapped up in the club (club)
I can't show these niggas love (21)
You a bum, you wearin' Uggs
All my Crips screamin', "Cuz" (21, 21)
I smashed astripper in the hotel with my chains on
I'm playin' with her kitty with my VVS rings on
Shawty savin' hoes, told that boy put his cape on
My partna down the road, I'm talkin' to him on Tango
I put that bitch in a Porsche (skrr)
I bought that bitch a new Yorkie
I'm scrapin' the bowl with the fork (skrr)
Scrapin' the bowl with the fork (skrr skrr)
I'm f*ckin' that bitch in my Vans (21)
I pull up and shoot at your mans
You steal, I'ma cut off your hands
Independent, I don't need no advance
21 Savage - Savage Mode Album Lyrics
21 Savage - Savage Mode Lyrics
(Featuring Metro Boomin)
Writer: Leland Wayne, She'yaa Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
No Heart
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that f*cking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my card
I sit back and relax, head in the hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a real street nigga bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like f*ck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming f*ck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissing on twitter
They don't want beef for real
And all these niggas play like they tough
'Till a nigga get killed
'Till a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
I'm a at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, Savage I ain't even hating"
So what's up with all that instagram shit?
"Savage I was just playin'"
Y'all pussy niggas fakin', bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
"Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape"
Yeah nigga f*ck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that f*cking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my card
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up
Niggas actin' like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know their bitches f*ckin' on the tour bus
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that f*cking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that f*cking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my card
I sit back and relax, head in the hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a real street nigga bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like f*ck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming f*ck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissing on twitter
They don't want beef for real
And all these niggas play like they tough
'Till a nigga get killed
'Till a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
I'm a at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, Savage I ain't even hating"
So what's up with all that instagram shit?
"Savage I was just playin'"
Y'all pussy niggas fakin', bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
"Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape"
Yeah nigga f*ck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that f*cking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my card
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up
Niggas actin' like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know their bitches f*ckin' on the tour bus
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that f*cking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Writer: Joshua Howard Luellen, Kevin Gomringer, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
X
[21 Savage:]
10 bad bitches in a mansion
Wrist on Milly Rock them diamonds on me dancin'
When you workin' hard then your money start expandin'
I got model bitches wanna lick me like some candy
And them drugs come in handy
Last name Savage bitch, but no I'm not Randy
Hit her with no condom, had to make her eat a plan B
And I'm sippin' on that Codeine, not Brandy
I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
F*ck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace
Diamonds got the flu, tryin' not to catch this
I left that ho alone cause she was ratchet
All these bitches salty, they can't stand me
[21 Savage & Future:]
Flexin' on that bitch, hold up, flexin' on my ex-bitch
Bought a necklace on that bitch, turn up
Her friend gon' lick me like a fruit roll up
She in her feelin' on the ground, grow up
21, flexin' on that bitch, hold up
I ain't textin' back that bitch, hold up
I ain't stressin' bout that bitch, hold up
21 gon' get the stick, hold up
Hold up, hold up, bitch I like to ball
Without no weave, you bald
Hold up, hold up, bitch I spent your rent inside the mall
Told her she got a nigga but he broke, she lost
Hold up at this private location
Hold up, put her back in rotation
Hold up, bitches on me, immigration
Hold up, goin' through the translations
[21 Savage:]
I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
F*ck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace
Diamonds got the flu, tryin' not to catch this
I left that ho alone cause she was ratchet
All these bitches salty, they can't stand me
[21 Savage & Future:]
Hold up, bitch my Rolex on fleek
Hold up, bitch my diamonds on fleek
Hold up, I got gold on my teeth
Hold up, you got Rainbow on your feet?
Hold up, corny niggas don't impress me
Hold up, never let a bitch dress me
Hold up, can't no motherf*ckin' judge check me
Hold up, I don't give a f*ck about no ring
Hold up, money make my old bitches hate me
Hold up, bitch you still stay on Section-8
Hold up, my new bitch wetter than a lake
Hold up, and she love to let me paint her face
Hold up, fell in love with some good throat
Hold up, fell in love with some good throat
Hold up, ripped them confidential papers up
Hold up, you done made me wake my savage up
[21 Savage:]
I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
F*ck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace
Diamonds got the flu, tryin' not to catch this
I left that ho alone cause she was ratchet
All these bitches salty, they can't stand me
[21 Savage:]
10 bad bitches in a mansion
Wrist on Milly Rock them diamonds on me dancin'
When you workin' hard then your money start expandin'
[Future:]
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
And them drugs come in handy
Last name Hendrix bitch, you know I'm not Jimi
Hit 'em with no condoms, ship her right quick out the country
And I'm sippin' codeine, tats all on my stomach
10 bad bitches in a mansion
Wrist on Milly Rock them diamonds on me dancin'
When you workin' hard then your money start expandin'
I got model bitches wanna lick me like some candy
And them drugs come in handy
Last name Savage bitch, but no I'm not Randy
Hit her with no condom, had to make her eat a plan B
And I'm sippin' on that Codeine, not Brandy
I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
F*ck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace
Diamonds got the flu, tryin' not to catch this
I left that ho alone cause she was ratchet
All these bitches salty, they can't stand me
[21 Savage & Future:]
Flexin' on that bitch, hold up, flexin' on my ex-bitch
Bought a necklace on that bitch, turn up
Her friend gon' lick me like a fruit roll up
She in her feelin' on the ground, grow up
21, flexin' on that bitch, hold up
I ain't textin' back that bitch, hold up
I ain't stressin' bout that bitch, hold up
21 gon' get the stick, hold up
Hold up, hold up, bitch I like to ball
Without no weave, you bald
Hold up, hold up, bitch I spent your rent inside the mall
Told her she got a nigga but he broke, she lost
Hold up at this private location
Hold up, put her back in rotation
Hold up, bitches on me, immigration
Hold up, goin' through the translations
[21 Savage:]
I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
F*ck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace
Diamonds got the flu, tryin' not to catch this
I left that ho alone cause she was ratchet
All these bitches salty, they can't stand me
[21 Savage & Future:]
Hold up, bitch my Rolex on fleek
Hold up, bitch my diamonds on fleek
Hold up, I got gold on my teeth
Hold up, you got Rainbow on your feet?
Hold up, corny niggas don't impress me
Hold up, never let a bitch dress me
Hold up, can't no motherf*ckin' judge check me
Hold up, I don't give a f*ck about no ring
Hold up, money make my old bitches hate me
Hold up, bitch you still stay on Section-8
Hold up, my new bitch wetter than a lake
Hold up, and she love to let me paint her face
Hold up, fell in love with some good throat
Hold up, fell in love with some good throat
Hold up, ripped them confidential papers up
Hold up, you done made me wake my savage up
[21 Savage:]
I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch
Hold up, I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch
F*ck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace
Diamonds got the flu, tryin' not to catch this
I left that ho alone cause she was ratchet
All these bitches salty, they can't stand me
[21 Savage:]
10 bad bitches in a mansion
Wrist on Milly Rock them diamonds on me dancin'
When you workin' hard then your money start expandin'
[Future:]
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
And them drugs come in handy
Last name Hendrix bitch, you know I'm not Jimi
Hit 'em with no condoms, ship her right quick out the country
And I'm sippin' codeine, tats all on my stomach
Writer: Leland Tyler Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Shayaa Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Savage Mode
Spent 1000 dollars just to sip (just to sip muddy)
Park that motherf*cker in the VIP
I got that motherf*cker on my hip
I'm a squeeze (baow)
I'm a squeeze (baow)
We ain't really with all that enemy shit
We ain't really with that pretenemy shit
Come and get your bitch she actin' friendly and shit
When I get inside that pussy, I be killin' that shit
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
Cup, woah
Muddy, yo
Hit the yo
Got the stick, woah
Keep it on me, yah
Knew you got it, yah
One in the head, yah
Bitch I f*ckin' dare
Nigga I double dare
Why the f*ck you stare?
Pew-pew, bet you ass don't stare
Red bottoms, yeah
Bitch watch where you step
I'm in savage mode, cook a nigga like a chef
Ain't no loyalty, these niggas off themselves
All these f*ckin' stripes, I shoulda been a ref
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
All that backstabbin' turned me to a savage
All that f*ckin' crack it turned me to a savage
Racks inside the mattress turned me to a savage
I turned to a savage bitch, I gotta have it
Fell asleep in science, I love mathematics
Bitch I like the Act', bitch I like some trappin'
That chopper flip a nigga like he acrobatic
He don't want no smoke, he don't want no static
I'm in savage mode, shit can get tragic
I might toe tag him, I might body bag him
These bitches gettin' old, I already have 'em
She wanna live lavish, she don't need my status
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
Park that motherf*cker in the VIP
I got that motherf*cker on my hip
I'm a squeeze (baow)
I'm a squeeze (baow)
We ain't really with all that enemy shit
We ain't really with that pretenemy shit
Come and get your bitch she actin' friendly and shit
When I get inside that pussy, I be killin' that shit
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
Cup, woah
Muddy, yo
Hit the yo
Got the stick, woah
Keep it on me, yah
Knew you got it, yah
One in the head, yah
Bitch I f*ckin' dare
Nigga I double dare
Why the f*ck you stare?
Pew-pew, bet you ass don't stare
Red bottoms, yeah
Bitch watch where you step
I'm in savage mode, cook a nigga like a chef
Ain't no loyalty, these niggas off themselves
All these f*ckin' stripes, I shoulda been a ref
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
All that backstabbin' turned me to a savage
All that f*ckin' crack it turned me to a savage
Racks inside the mattress turned me to a savage
I turned to a savage bitch, I gotta have it
Fell asleep in science, I love mathematics
Bitch I like the Act', bitch I like some trappin'
That chopper flip a nigga like he acrobatic
He don't want no smoke, he don't want no static
I'm in savage mode, shit can get tragic
I might toe tag him, I might body bag him
These bitches gettin' old, I already have 'em
She wanna live lavish, she don't need my status
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode, woah
I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm in savage mode, I'm in savage mode
I'm a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I'm a savage on these hoes
Writer: SHAYAA BIN ABRAHAM JOSEPH, LELAND TYLER WAYNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Bad Guy
I'm a f*ckin' bad guy nigga
Murder Gang nigga
Two guns up
I'm poppin' ain't I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't I
(21, 21)
I'm poppin' ain't I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't it
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin' ain't it
Diamonds dancin' on a nigga, playin' hockey ain't I
(Bling-blaow-blaow-blaow)
Run up a check and I bag and I f*ck it, I love it
She lickin' and lickin' and suckin' I love her
Motherf*ck a wedding bitch I'm a dog
Motherf*ck a label, bitch I'm a boss
Wiping, I'm swiping, niggas stealin' sauce
Came from the mud, nigga paid the cost
Hundred thousand cash, hid it in the lawn
It ain't bout a bag, I don't wanna talk
(21, 21, 21)
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
I f*cked his baby moms he's a mad guy
Nigga you ain't gettin' no money, you a sad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Hundred round drum, I'm a bad guy
Blow this bitch up like Osama, I'm a bad guy
I'm a do the dash when I back out
I'm a rich nigga, I can't take the trash out
Better cuff your bitch I brought my cash out
Nigga better watch they mouth cause I'll spazz out
Catch a nigga down bag and I'll add up
Bitch I rep that Murder Gang and we'll clear it out
Catch a nigga main bitch and we gon' shell out
And she so fine, I love the way that booty spread out
And you know I keep that Glock with the red dot
Shoot a nigga in his face, he ain't bad now
(21, 21)
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
I f*cked his baby moms he's a mad guy
Nigga you ain't gettin' no money, you a sad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Hundred round drum, I'm a bad guy
Blow this bitch up like Osama, I'm a bad guy
I'm poppin' ain't I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't I
(21, 21)
I'm poppin' ain't it
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't I
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin' ain't it
I'm poppin' ain't I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't I
(21, 21)
I'm poppin' ain't I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't I
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin' ain't it
Diamonds dancin' on a nigga, playin' hockey ain't I
Diamonds dancin' on a nigga, playin' hockey ain't I
Murder Gang nigga
Two guns up
I'm poppin' ain't I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't I
(21, 21)
I'm poppin' ain't I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't it
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin' ain't it
Diamonds dancin' on a nigga, playin' hockey ain't I
(Bling-blaow-blaow-blaow)
Run up a check and I bag and I f*ck it, I love it
She lickin' and lickin' and suckin' I love her
Motherf*ck a wedding bitch I'm a dog
Motherf*ck a label, bitch I'm a boss
Wiping, I'm swiping, niggas stealin' sauce
Came from the mud, nigga paid the cost
Hundred thousand cash, hid it in the lawn
It ain't bout a bag, I don't wanna talk
(21, 21, 21)
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
I f*cked his baby moms he's a mad guy
Nigga you ain't gettin' no money, you a sad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Hundred round drum, I'm a bad guy
Blow this bitch up like Osama, I'm a bad guy
I'm a do the dash when I back out
I'm a rich nigga, I can't take the trash out
Better cuff your bitch I brought my cash out
Nigga better watch they mouth cause I'll spazz out
Catch a nigga down bag and I'll add up
Bitch I rep that Murder Gang and we'll clear it out
Catch a nigga main bitch and we gon' shell out
And she so fine, I love the way that booty spread out
And you know I keep that Glock with the red dot
Shoot a nigga in his face, he ain't bad now
(21, 21)
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
I f*cked his baby moms he's a mad guy
Nigga you ain't gettin' no money, you a sad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy
Hundred round drum, I'm a bad guy
Blow this bitch up like Osama, I'm a bad guy
I'm poppin' ain't I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't I
(21, 21)
I'm poppin' ain't it
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't I
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin' ain't it
I'm poppin' ain't I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't I
(21, 21)
I'm poppin' ain't I
I got 10 racks in every damn pocket ain't I
She seen the savage and her panties went to droppin' ain't it
Diamonds dancin' on a nigga, playin' hockey ain't I
Diamonds dancin' on a nigga, playin' hockey ain't I
Writer: LELAND TYLER WAYNE, SHAYAA JOSEPH, SONNY COREY UWAEZUOKE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Real Nigga
Savage
21 Savage, the one and only
How it feel to be a real nigga man
21
The same niggas doubted me
Now they tryna hang around a nigga
Ain't got none' but bullets for you nigga
I feel like a bully to you nigga
I ain't countin' none' but hundreds nigga
Ain't none' but mud in my stomach nigga
I kept it real with a lot of niggas
Ain't gotta deal with a lot of niggas
I ain't sign no deal, I can't lie to niggas
So they don't treat me like I'm poppin', nigga
I kept it trill with all the trill niggas
I get accepted by the real niggas
I was raised to be a real nigga
Every nigga 'round me like to kill niggas
Red bottoms on a real nigga
She tryna suck it through the Hilfigers
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga
Bronx niggas say I'm I'll nigga
Auto came, had to let it go
Now it ain't no place I can't go
Watch me thumb through that bankroll
Ain't no ones in this bankroll
Ain't none' but blues in this bitch, nigga
On boulevard with the crips, nigga
She got an ass but her titties little
But I hope she brought her sister with her
Cause you know I got a gang with me
You know ain't a damn thang changed with me
Got them VVS's on me now
Got them VVS's on me now
Look at my watch, this shit done cost a house
You talkin' to a boss, please watch your mouth
That boy came a long way, didn't he?
Yeah I came a long way, didn't he?
That boy came a long way, didn't he?
Now I'm ballin', Hardaway, Penny
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
21 Savage, the one and only
How it feel to be a real nigga man
21
The same niggas doubted me
Now they tryna hang around a nigga
Ain't got none' but bullets for you nigga
I feel like a bully to you nigga
I ain't countin' none' but hundreds nigga
Ain't none' but mud in my stomach nigga
I kept it real with a lot of niggas
Ain't gotta deal with a lot of niggas
I ain't sign no deal, I can't lie to niggas
So they don't treat me like I'm poppin', nigga
I kept it trill with all the trill niggas
I get accepted by the real niggas
I was raised to be a real nigga
Every nigga 'round me like to kill niggas
Red bottoms on a real nigga
She tryna suck it through the Hilfigers
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga
Bronx niggas say I'm I'll nigga
Auto came, had to let it go
Now it ain't no place I can't go
Watch me thumb through that bankroll
Ain't no ones in this bankroll
Ain't none' but blues in this bitch, nigga
On boulevard with the crips, nigga
She got an ass but her titties little
But I hope she brought her sister with her
Cause you know I got a gang with me
You know ain't a damn thang changed with me
Got them VVS's on me now
Got them VVS's on me now
Look at my watch, this shit done cost a house
You talkin' to a boss, please watch your mouth
That boy came a long way, didn't he?
Yeah I came a long way, didn't he?
That boy came a long way, didn't he?
Now I'm ballin', Hardaway, Penny
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
Writer: Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Mad High
On me, I be mad high
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly
Savage sending hits like a wise guy
I'm a sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie
Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high
Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high
Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Why you drop that dirty in that Mountain Dew?
Why you go and chop the brains off that coupe?
So I can shoot a pussy nigga out the roof
I feel like Bishop young nigga, I got the juice
I'm 'bout my check lil nigga like swoosh
Yeah I rap but I'm still chopping shit
Pull up on your block and shit
Extendos in them Glocks and shit
21, we poppin' shit
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, cause I'm sinning
I spent two thousand at the dentist
This a foreign lil nigga, not no hemi
We drinking Actavis, ain't drinkin' on no Remy
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly
Savage sending hits like a wise guy
I'm a sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie
Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high
Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high
Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Pull up on a back street, roll the window down
Pull up on a back street, another nigga down
That AK47 turn your smile into a frown
Bitch I'm from the street, I turn a seven to a pound
I left my baby mama and I went and got a model
You can't get no guala if you don't know how to swallow
What the bombaclot, I feel like oscar cause I'm a shotta
You say you gettin' money what you using as your product?
I hit my first lick and I spent that shit on Prada
Nigga sneak dissin', I got shots for all your [?]
Bitch I'm from the six, I eat soul food, not Benihanas
I keep that 223, I knock your head out of your Honda
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly
Savage sending hits like a wise guy
I'm a sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie
Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high
Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high
Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly
Savage sending hits like a wise guy
I'm a sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie
Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high
Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high
Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Why you drop that dirty in that Mountain Dew?
Why you go and chop the brains off that coupe?
So I can shoot a pussy nigga out the roof
I feel like Bishop young nigga, I got the juice
I'm 'bout my check lil nigga like swoosh
Yeah I rap but I'm still chopping shit
Pull up on your block and shit
Extendos in them Glocks and shit
21, we poppin' shit
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, cause I'm sinning
I spent two thousand at the dentist
This a foreign lil nigga, not no hemi
We drinking Actavis, ain't drinkin' on no Remy
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly
Savage sending hits like a wise guy
I'm a sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie
Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high
Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high
Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Pull up on a back street, roll the window down
Pull up on a back street, another nigga down
That AK47 turn your smile into a frown
Bitch I'm from the street, I turn a seven to a pound
I left my baby mama and I went and got a model
You can't get no guala if you don't know how to swallow
What the bombaclot, I feel like oscar cause I'm a shotta
You say you gettin' money what you using as your product?
I hit my first lick and I spent that shit on Prada
Nigga sneak dissin', I got shots for all your [?]
Bitch I'm from the six, I eat soul food, not Benihanas
I keep that 223, I knock your head out of your Honda
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly
Savage sending hits like a wise guy
I'm a sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie
Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high
Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high
Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Writer: LELAND TYLER WAYNE, SHAYAA JOSEPH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Feel It
Now first of all where I'm supposed to start?
When I first met you, man, another nigga had your heart
But I'ma player so you know a playa played his part
Smooth talkin', conversation took a nigga broad
I'm on the road doin' shows, seem like we fell apart
She think a nigga f*ckin' groupies, I'm just grindin' hard
Your family said we wouldn't last but we beat the odds
Bonnie and Clyde, she was with a nigga stealin' cars
These streets so dirty I just want someone who really there
Can't fake love, I just want someone who really care
Be loyal to me, want somebody I ain't gotta share
Open your eyes, baby girl, real niggas rare
All my dog ways, headin' for them in the kennel
I'ma savage to these niggas but to her I'm gentle
I'ma savage to these niggas but to her I'm gentle
I'm just sippin' on this mud, you was on my mental (21)
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I'ma grab her by her hair
I'ma f*ck her like a bear, I'ma f*ck her like a bear
Red bottoms on her, yeah
Buy her Gucci, Fendi, yeah
She too stiff on niggas, yeah
She gon' make these niggas stare
I'ma f*ck her with no condom
I'ma let her meet my mama
I'ma take her out that Honda
I'ma put her in the foreign
Spoiled, she ain't got no patience
She gon' have these bitches hatin'
Got them diamonds on me skatin'
Got them diamonds on her skatin'
Everywhere we go we clean
She want me to quit that lean
Baby, I can't quit that lean
Put a ring around Codeine
Everywhere we go we clean
She want me to quit that lean
Baby, I can't quit that lean
Put a ring around Codeine
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
When I first met you, man, another nigga had your heart
But I'ma player so you know a playa played his part
Smooth talkin', conversation took a nigga broad
I'm on the road doin' shows, seem like we fell apart
She think a nigga f*ckin' groupies, I'm just grindin' hard
Your family said we wouldn't last but we beat the odds
Bonnie and Clyde, she was with a nigga stealin' cars
These streets so dirty I just want someone who really there
Can't fake love, I just want someone who really care
Be loyal to me, want somebody I ain't gotta share
Open your eyes, baby girl, real niggas rare
All my dog ways, headin' for them in the kennel
I'ma savage to these niggas but to her I'm gentle
I'ma savage to these niggas but to her I'm gentle
I'm just sippin' on this mud, you was on my mental (21)
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I'ma grab her by her hair
I'ma f*ck her like a bear, I'ma f*ck her like a bear
Red bottoms on her, yeah
Buy her Gucci, Fendi, yeah
She too stiff on niggas, yeah
She gon' make these niggas stare
I'ma f*ck her with no condom
I'ma let her meet my mama
I'ma take her out that Honda
I'ma put her in the foreign
Spoiled, she ain't got no patience
She gon' have these bitches hatin'
Got them diamonds on me skatin'
Got them diamonds on her skatin'
Everywhere we go we clean
She want me to quit that lean
Baby, I can't quit that lean
Put a ring around Codeine
Everywhere we go we clean
She want me to quit that lean
Baby, I can't quit that lean
Put a ring around Codeine
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in the air, I can feel it in the air
Writer: Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Abraham-Joseph, Xavier Lamar Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Ocean Drive
21, yeah
Real street nigga
21
Know what I'm sayin'?
Young nigga done been through some shit man
Now a young nigga on top man
But I still got that Glock man
Still let that motherf*cker pop man
21
See Savage he be with them apes
Play with this shit, you get ate
Bitch I be covered in Bape
Bitch I be covered in Bape
You know I keep me a K
You know I keep me a Draco
Rap a nigga like an eggroll
Big bullets leave a big hole
I was raised by the G code
Don't bend, nigga don't fold
My uncle taught me how to scrape the bowl
And my auntie still smokin' blow
Came from nothin', nigga we as poor
Evection notices all on the door
Take out trash for some school clothes
I'm the one that the streets choose
Now I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Got my own money, pussy nigga I did not sign
Say Young Savage name in a song, it's some shots fired
I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
I can't leave the house without my Glock nine
I can't go nowhere without my Glock nine
I'm sippin' codeine all on Ocean Drive
Poppin' percocets on Rodéo Drive
Baby roll the window up and let's get high
You ain't no real nigga if you testify
I don't have to question where my niggas ride
If you gotta question, they ain't on your side
Plenty late nights I made my mama cry
Shootouts in apartments made my mama cry
Seen my niggas in a hearse, I Stevie Wonder-ed why
Retaliation, let 'em [?] like it's the Fourth July
Now I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Got my own money, pussy nigga I did not sign
Say Young Savage name in a song, it's some shots fired
I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Real street nigga
21
Know what I'm sayin'?
Young nigga done been through some shit man
Now a young nigga on top man
But I still got that Glock man
Still let that motherf*cker pop man
21
See Savage he be with them apes
Play with this shit, you get ate
Bitch I be covered in Bape
Bitch I be covered in Bape
You know I keep me a K
You know I keep me a Draco
Rap a nigga like an eggroll
Big bullets leave a big hole
I was raised by the G code
Don't bend, nigga don't fold
My uncle taught me how to scrape the bowl
And my auntie still smokin' blow
Came from nothin', nigga we as poor
Evection notices all on the door
Take out trash for some school clothes
I'm the one that the streets choose
Now I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Got my own money, pussy nigga I did not sign
Say Young Savage name in a song, it's some shots fired
I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
I can't leave the house without my Glock nine
I can't go nowhere without my Glock nine
I'm sippin' codeine all on Ocean Drive
Poppin' percocets on Rodéo Drive
Baby roll the window up and let's get high
You ain't no real nigga if you testify
I don't have to question where my niggas ride
If you gotta question, they ain't on your side
Plenty late nights I made my mama cry
Shootouts in apartments made my mama cry
Seen my niggas in a hearse, I Stevie Wonder-ed why
Retaliation, let 'em [?] like it's the Fourth July
Now I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Got my own money, pussy nigga I did not sign
Say Young Savage name in a song, it's some shots fired
I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Writer: Joshua Howard Luellen, Leland Tyler Wayne, Robert Mandell, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., CYPMP
Savage Mode is a collaborative extended play by 21 Savage and Metro Boomin.
It features a sole guest appearance by American rapper Future. The EP was self-released.
The EP received acclaim from critics, with Rolling Stone including it in its list of the 40 Best Rap Albums of 2016. A sequel album, Savage Mode II, was released on October 2, 2020 to further acclaim.
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21 SavageIt features a sole guest appearance by American rapper Future. The EP was self-released.
The EP received acclaim from critics, with Rolling Stone including it in its list of the 40 Best Rap Albums of 2016. A sequel album, Savage Mode II, was released on October 2, 2020 to further acclaim.
Featuring: Metro Boomin
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): 21 Savage, Cubeatz, DJ Mustard, Metro Boomin, Pi'erre Bourne, Southside, Twice as Nice, Wheezy, Zaytoven
Released: July 15th, 2016
Year: 2016