[Intro]
Yeah
And all of this shit that's going on
All he got to say is
"My chain's fake"
Bitch you ain't even have your chains on
So I couldn't tell if your chains was fake
Bitch ass n***a
He say he is

[Verse 1]
21 Savage the cat with the mac
21 Savage the cat with the mac?
21 Savage that n***a run track
Don't play with me bitch
Better play with yo kids
Told em pull up, he never pulled up
Starting to think that that n***a a bluff
Starting to think he pretending to be tough
Probably 'cause he hang with No Plug
No Plug, he a ho too
Bragging cuz he killed bankroll
Growing up I was scheming shit
Anything to get a bankroll
Told me "I was coming to BR when the tour on"
Yeah right
Fuck that shit 'cause last time I checked that pussy ass tour been over
[Verse 2]
N***a say he my daddy
I don't play about that son shit
Saw you by Bourbon
I had the 223
All your n***as went running
Your whole clique full of hoes
Your bitch, probably a ho
If I would have up that big bitch and spray a band
Would've been full of 21 holes
You n***as ain't living like yall really say
Think the n***a forgot what he say
In the suburb next door to a n***a named Jack
(Hi Savage can I borrow sugar?)
And I know how you got savage
Cuz you prolly punked all the white kids
Yeah I see your yearbook picture
Probably the year that the n***a ran track
Probably the year that the n***a turned savage
Probably the year that he decided to get tatted

Oh yeah
I'm Mr. Savage
I want a big ass knife
And like I want it this big
In the middle of my fucking head
Just square the fuck right there
So people can call me knife man
[Hook]
Don't play with me
Play with your bitch though
Play with your bitch though
Don't play with me
Play with your bitch though
You is a bitch though
You gets no love

[Outro]
Yeah and the n***a just be boasting
And boasting and boasting and boasting
N***a shut yo bitch ass up
Say bruh get that choppa