Spiral: From The Book of Saw Album Lyrics

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Spiral

(21 Savage)

Everything I do, I be ten steps ahead (ten)
My youngin' got them bodies, he still piss in the bed
Keep the code of silence, don't repeat what I said (21)
Keep all the baloney, I just came for the bread (on God)
My hood known for wildin' and I don't promote the violence
I done been through all the trials and tribulations, now I'm smilin' (21)
Say he wanted smoke, we at the table doin' the plottin'
We gon' slide, wet your shit up, make it home 'fore you hear a siren (big facts)

I'ma let 'em spin like a spiral (straight up)
I don't got no love for no rival (straight up)
Put him on the news, he went viral (pussy)
I took a number two with my rifle (pussy)
Every car I'm in, I got the title (on God)
Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker (big facts)
I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper (21)
I hit all the vibes on the low 'cause I'm a sniper (21)

He don't want no problems and it's obvious
Call me soft 'cause I laugh when I body shit (on God)
We play hot potato with the opps, we be droppin' shit (21)
Givin' out free smoke 'cause we got a lot of it (21)
Tryna feed the fam, I was trappin' in the cold (21)
Dropped a mixtape, turned around, I was on the road (on God)
You can't give me no amount of money for my soul (21)
He weren't really no robber, he got killed 'cause it wasn't his role (facts)
MAC .90 pokin' out my Goyard (Goyard)
Diamond bag pokin' out my Louie V (LV)
Nigga, f*ck your Glock, we shoot big chops (big split)
Seven-six, .308 and .223 (21, 21)

I'ma let 'em spin like a spiral (21)
I don't got no love for no rival (pussy)
Put him on the news, he went viral (pussy)
I took a number two with my rifle (21, 21)
Every car I'm in, I got the title (straight up)
Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker (straight up)
I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper (straight up)
I hit all the vibes on the low 'cause I'm a sniper (straight up)

I make sure the beef get Swiss cheese (21)
I'm from 20-East where they killin' thieves (big facts)
Stones got my ears feelin' like Christmas Eve (big facts)
Before you bend over, baby, get on your knees (big facts)
Drive by, jump out then we tie-dye (21, 21)
Say a nigga' touch me, that's a lie, lie (big cap)
She fried, she f*cked the gang, we call her five guys (five guys)
I'm so high, I almost thought I skydived (skydived)

I'ma let 'em spin like a spiral (straight up)
I don't got no love for no rival (straight up)
Put him on the news, he went viral (pussy)
I took a number two with my rifle (pussy)
Every car I'm in, I got the title (on God)
Slaughter Gang, I turn a model to a hiker (big facts)
I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper (21)
I hit all the vibes on the low 'cause I'm a sniper (21)

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You Ain't Hard

(Young Nudy)

Uh

Can you forgive me for my sins? (Yeah)
I shot a lot of niggas, not pretend (not pretend)
I don't fake niggas, I don't need friends (I don't need friends)
I shoot a pussy nigga at the f*ckin' end (at the f*ckin' end)
End of the gun, lyin' a bitch nigga (it's a bitch nigga)
At the end of that trigger is a rich nigga (yeah, I'm up now)
Don't show no love, got a cold heart (got that cold heart)
Shoot you in your face, I show you you ain't hard (you ain't hard, nigga)

I heard a lotta niggas say that they up, huh? (They up)
You know Slimeball, he don't give a f*ck, yeah (know Slimeball, he don't give a f*ck)
I be up in my f*ckin' own lane (I be up in my own lane)
You come up in my lane, I put you in the dummy lane (dummy lane)
Crash dummy (yeah, uh-huh)
Crash niggas, uh
I got young niggas that pull up, they'll smash, nigga (smash)
You got two thousand to your name, that ain't no money, nigga (that ain't no money, nigga)
I put two thousand on your head, my shooters comin', nigga (my shooters comin', nigga)
They love money, nigga, youngin love dumpin', nigga (uh-huh)
I got young niggas that got that high fever (high fever)
Got that fever on this side, better believe, bruh (better believe, bruh)
Got that gun on his side, he gon' squeeze, bruh (he gon' squeeze, bruh)
How a nigga duck and hide when he see us (when he see us, pussies, uh-huh)
They don't wanna be bruh (nah)
When it come to money, man, I know that they don't see us (they don't wanna see us)
We gettin' to money, dawg, these niggas don't wanna be broke (they don't wanna be broke)
They don't wanna be broke (uh-uh)
Y'all niggas better believe, bruh (better believe, bruh)
Them niggas killin' shit, yeah, over here, nigga (over here, nigga)
East atlanta, you know we don't have no fear, nigga (the six)
Nothin' but rich niggas 'round here, we'll get your ass killed, nigga (yeah)
Uh-huh (shh, uh-huh)

Can you forgive me for my sins? (For my sins, yeah)
I shot a lot of niggas, not pretend (not pretend, yeah)
I don't fake niggas, I don't need friends (I don't need friends)
I shoot a pussy nigga at the f*ckin' end (pussy, uh-huh)
End of the gun lyin' a bitch nigga (it's a bitch nigga)
At the end of that trigger is a rich nigga (yeah, I'm up now)
Don't show no love, got a cold heart (got that cold heart)
Shoot you in your face, I show you you ain't hard (you ain't hard)

We don't do that fake rap shit, real trap shit (yeah)
We don't do that fake beef shit, we make shit happen (we make shit happen)
Niggas gettin' really wrapped up, no rap shit (no rap shit)
'Round here, you better tote the gun, nigga, clap shit (nigga, clap shit)
Young nigga seventeen, Glock 19 (young nigga)
And it got a red beam and he got that red bandana 'round his head
Murder always on his mind
And he bangin' two guns, murder all the time (murder)
Smoke somethin' (smoke somethin')
Young nigga, roll up (young nigga, roll up)
On the block where they post up (block where they post up)
J out here geekin', doin' a hold-up, uh-huh (doin' a hold-up, hold-up)
Tell your bitch to hold up (hold up)
I'm gettin' some money right now, bitch, I don't wanna f*ck (I don't wanna f*ck)
Catch me later on that perc', I be geeked up (geekin')
Out my mind, yeah, bitch, I'ma beat you up (beat you up, yeah)
Bring a freak to the spot, you can eat her up (you can eat her up), uh-huh
Hoes do what you do when you tell 'em to 'cause you're up
Ooh, that what's up (that's what's up)
Found out when I got that money when I got up (I got up)

Can you forgive me for my sins? (For my sins, yeah)
I shot a lot of niggas, not pretend (ba-ba-ba-ba, yeah)
I don't fake niggas, I don't need friends (I don't need friends, huh?)
I shoot a pussy nigga at the f*ckin' end (pussy, hmm?)
End of the gun lyin' a bitch nigga (it's a bitch nigga)
At the end of that trigger is a rich nigga (I'm up now, yeah)
Don't show no love, got a cold heart (got that cold heart, yeah)
Shoot you in your face, I show you you ain't hard (you ain't hard, yeah)

Haha
Knock that clip in with the bread

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Down Bad

(Real Recognize Rio, 21 Lil Harold & SG Tip)

(feat. Millie Go Lightly)

Ooh
I've been alone in my head for a couple minutes
For a couple miles, made the hair stand up on my neck
On a knife edge, comin' at me for my crimes
Got a mind that can leave you locked inside
I've been out of my cage
Tryna figure out ways I can make you pay, but still
I got pain, it never feels enough
I wanna live on the dark side of your love

'Cause you got me down bad, down bad, your deep desire
Carve my name on your soul, then I walk through the fire
Your voice so clear, like you say my name
You got me runnin' for my life like this shit was a game
Got me down bad, down bad to feel your touch
You put my body through pain and I confuse it with love
Your voice so clear, like you say my name
You got me runnin' for my life like this shit was a game

Ayy, still ridin' with this Glock on me
Got a body on it, add another one (another one)
Don't run from niggas, I hop out
And I wet shit up like a water gun (a water gun)
My opps know I got big nuts
I f*ck around, drop another one (another one)
Leave the opp block with my chain on
Nigga know I came to slaughter somethin'
Wanna gamble with your life, nigga
Go'n roll the dice, better not crap out (yeah)
Word on the street, Triple ridin'
With them same guns, all black out (all black out)
Nigga thought he caught me slippin' 'til them pistols got to rippin'
Thought he had me mapped out
F*ck around and catch him on the backstreet
I'ma smash on him then smash out (skrrt)
Treat a nigga like a golf course
I'ma f*ck around, put a hole in him (bah)
One thing 'bout Big Triple
I ain't never ever feared no nigga (at all)
Really startin' to think I'm paralyzed
'Cause I don't really feel no nigga (nah)
'Fore you play with me, you better strategize
Triple play the game cutthroat, nigga (yeah)

'Cause you got me down bad, down bad to feel your touch
You put my body through pain and I confuse it with love
Your voice so clear, like you say my name
You got me runnin' for my life like this shit was a game

I'ma let you pick your poison (yeah)
Slaughter Gang and PDE, them deadly forces (4L)
I could never cuff a bitch, I love havin' choices (One, two, three)
I make all my hoes swallow, I don't give endorsements (Ugh, ugh)
With this stick, I do 'em down bad (huh?), Where the damn cash? (huh?)
Strip a nigga broad day, I don't even need a mask (bitch)
Treat this shit like Jigsaw, I torture him, then I kill his ass
Niggas like to pig out with the cops, I'ma butch' his ass
Nigga play crazy, get hit with the stick (grrah, grrah)
I'ma let him meet a slug if he jump or flinch (don't move, pussy)
She thought it was love, but it wasn't shit (huh, goofy)
I'm so Slaughter Gang, I can't cuff a bitch (groupie)

'Cause you got me down bad, down bad to feel your touch
You put my body through pain and I confuse it with love
Your voice so clear, like you say my name
You got me runnin' for my life like this shit was a game (yeah, 21)

I'm a bad guy (bad guy)
Try me, nigga, we gon' pull them MACs out (pull them MACs out)
Hundred-round drum, nigga, I'm mad now (nigga, I'm mad now)
Ask 'bout H-Dog, he ain't gon' back down (he ain't gon' back down)
You just a sad clown (you a sad nigga)
Jigsaw keep a saw and I keep weapon (It's a knife)
But if I hit him with the Drac', it gon' be deadly (It ain't nice)
I caught him down bad, took his necklace (took his shit)
I know you heard about the 6, yeah, we steppin' (big steppers)
Ain't no switch sides (21, 21)
Them opp-ass niggas just be dickridin' (21, 21)
Shoot his ass in the face, now he crosseyed (baow, baow)
But that's what happen when you get caught down bad, though (what? What?)
Never catch me goin' out sad, ho (21)

'Cause you got me down bad, down bad to feel your touch
You put my body through pain and I confuse it with love
Your voice so clear, like you say my name
You got me runnin' for my life like this shit was a game

How many times? How many times? It's true
Go up and down, paintin' pictures up with you
Don't make me stay here in a nightmare
Can't play a game if there's no dice there

I've been out of my cage
Tryna figure out ways I can make you pay, but still
I got pain, it never feels enough
I wanna live on the dark side of your love
You got me down bad, down bad, your deep desire
Carve my name on your soul, then I walk through the fire
Your voice so clear like you say my name
You got me runnin' for my life like this shit was a game

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Emergency

(21 Savage)

(feat. Gunna & Young Thug)

(Run that back, Turbo)

911 Porsche, it's emergency (ooh)
Kick in the door, it's a burglary (ooh)
Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (ooh)
Twenty-five racks for a surgery (ooh)
I know you just actin' tough
When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (ooh)
I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust
'Cause these niggas ain't for me (ooh, ooh, ooh)

I'm in the ring and my back 'gainst the ropes
I'm a young king and I'm keepin' 'em woke
Jumped off the porch, went and got what I want
Smokin' Biscotti, it smell like a skunk
Take care my mama and brother and nephews
Now what the f*ck else is you payin' for?
I sat on the block, but didn't go to school of the hard knocks
And wasn't none of this planned for
I bought her the big body Jaguar
We pull up with sticks like a task force
It's two-twenty MP the dashboard
Gunwunna, young Wunna a bad boy
Own business, I got me a company key
Go get it, I get it, ain't workin' for free
You wan' see that show, gotta pay you a fee
She want a big Birkin, the big Bentley B
I'm servin' this cash (yeah)
F*ck with it, we kill 'em, ain't no sympathy
Dig up the grass (yeah)
Then buried his body, don't nobody speak

911 Porsche, it's emergency (ooh)
Kick in the door, it's a burglary (ooh)
Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (ooh)
Twenty-five racks for a surgery (ooh)
I know you just actin' tough
When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (ooh)
I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust
'Cause these niggas ain't for me

I'm sippin' on purple, no Bape (21)
I put them racks on a plate (I did)
Say you want smoke, we gon' come where you stay
Take my gun everywhere, I'm from the A
We call her thottie, you callin' her bae
Every nigga try it, we slid on tape
Nigga playin' tough, got hit with the Drac'
Rich and paranoid, in the hills with a K
Nip it in the bud, I check that (21)
Your bitch in the vert, in my lap where her neck at
Pull up in your hood, we'll stretch that (straight up)
Your lil' nigga starvin', send him a care pack
First-time owner, no CARFAX (big facts)
We got the same kinda guns like Star Trek
Don't need no keys to start that (pussy)
So many hoes in this car, man, park that

911 Porsche, it's emergency (ooh)
Kick in the door, it's a burglary (ooh)
Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (ooh)
Twenty-five racks for a surgery (ooh)
I know you just actin' tough
When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (ooh)
I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust (yeah, yeah)
'Cause these niggas ain't for me

I call the play with the stick (call the play)
And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt)
She spent then night at the spot (f*ck)
Then I had fed her some grits (let's go)
I had her sucking on cock (yeah)
I made her think that she rich, yeah
I gave a bitch lockjaws (lock)
I'm a real gangsta, no glitch (facts)
I just had hopped in a Mercury (slatt)
Then we had pulled up like four deep (SEX)
Bitch told me she was just pregnant
That little bitch, she can't have it, no extortin' me
I had to pick out my carats myself and they yellow
The bitch like a bumblebee
I put the dope on the jet
And I fly to Seattle to meet me a Portuguese (turn up)

911 Porsche, it's emergency (ooh)
Kick in the door, it's a burglary (ooh)
Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (ooh)
Twenty-five racks for a surgery (ooh)
I know you just actin' tough
When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (ooh)
I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust
'Cause these niggas ain't for me

I call the play with the stick (call the play)
And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt)
I call the play with the stick (call the play)
And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt)
I call the play with the stick (call the play)
And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt)
I call the play with the stick (call the play)
And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt)