[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Shout out 808 Melo

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n***as cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?
'Cause these n***as pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon

[Verse 1: Skepta]
I don't know why Chip mentioned my name
But Devilman's tryna get attention again
Told you before this year is the year of the real
Fake n***as get left in the rain
Think 'cause I'm up there sitting on a plane
That I can't really hear what the people are saying
But I can hear everything loud and clear
And they're telling me to tell you to stay in your lane

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Pussy n***as love sneak dissin'
'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 playin' Nintendo
I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade, I got caught with a pistol
Sent me to Panthersville
Eighth grade, started playin' football
Then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade, I was knocking n***as out
N***a like Holyfield
Fast forward, n***a, 2016
And I'm screamin' fuck a deal
[Verse 3: Skepta]
'Cause they know Devilman did snitch on some serious cases
Say my name, nah, that's not right
Heart on my sleeve any time that I write
Them man can't say anything that I ain't already told man about my life
Made a couple shit songs, yeah that's nice
Repeated my bars, oh yeah that's nice
'Cause when your bars are hard like mine fam
Sometimes manna gotta say them twice
Fact of the matter is my bars totally murk
Your bars sound like you're smoking the work
Before you end up on the sex offenders list
Manna gon' put the devil in the dirt
Wah gwan for certain man
Thought it was a clash about music
All of a sudden Devilman, you wanna sperm on man

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n***as cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?
'Cause these n***as pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon
[Verse 4: 21 Savage]
"Savage, I was just playin'"
Y'all pussy n***as 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, n***a, fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n***as cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?
'Cause these n***as pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon