[Intro: Young Thug]
Uh, yeah
Yeah, n***a, it's a knife and all, y'know what I'm sayin', yeah?
Yeah, n***a, I hit your wife and all, y'know what I'm sayin', yeah?
Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
N***a made a whole lotta guala (guala)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch)
N***a, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin' (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier (woah)
Catch a n***a ridin' down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a n***a ridin' down Godby (get madder n***a)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (slime)
We don't talk about it, we shotters (slime)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I'm a street n***a and a artist (street n***a)
And I'm gon' hit my targets (voom voom)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
VVS's drippin' off my chain, hoe (ooh)
I be in them places where you can't go (can't go)
My brother down the road on tango (I still see him)
You rap n***as sweeter than a mango (pussy sweet)
TEC on me with the coolie on it
I'ma fuck around and I'ma queeze (ooh)
Pain runnin' through my veins
I don't want the fame, I just wanna eat (ooh)
Rap n***as callin' my phone
N***a, fuck these n***as, these n***as ain't G's (one hunnit)
Spend on a lot of n***as, I ain't spend no more
Fuck around and get robbed 'round me (fast)
Chain snatched
Watch snatched, don't get it back (don't get it)
Chopper on you (slatt)
Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)
I'm Young Savage (uh)
Real n***a, they vouchin' for that (they vouchin' for that)
I keep it on me (slatt)
One in the head, no cockin' it back (boom)
And I make your bitch drop it back (ayy)
And I spend a dub in Saks (ayy)
And I do a whole lot of drinkin' (ayy)
I done put a hole in my kidney (uh)
Y'all n***as pussy like kittens (uh)
VVS's on, I need mittens (VVS)
N***a, we ain't leavin' no witness (fuck 'em)
Stomp a n***a 'til he need stitches (woah)
I ain't never played no victim (ah)
Every n***a played, I killed him (slatt)
Put a n***a in a blender, n***a, then we chop it up (then we chop it up, ayy)
Put it in the Pyrex, n***a, then we lock it up (lock it up, ayy)
Put that bitch inside a Benz, she was in a Acura
N***as be actin' tough, I just be stackin' up (I just be stackin' up)
Used to ride around with Dracos, now I'm going platinum (platinum)
N***a, put gold on denim (gold)
N***a, I said it, I meant it (meant it)
N***a, be fresh like mint (fresh)
N***a on percs, I'm itchin' (n***a)
N***a, I stayed in the trenches (n***a)
N***as still play in the trenches (n***a)
Stayed up late on missions (fool)
Sometimes we ain't strike for a dime (for a dime)
If them n***as actin' scared, I ride (I'm gon' go)
When my brother got killed, I cried (and I cried)
I can't let a n***a stop my stride (stride)
Gotta keep this shit goin', gotta move (move)
If it come down to it, I'm bustin' moves (fool)
I jump up out that vert with a Uzi (skrrt)
These facts, lil' n***a, I'm the truth (truth)
You got goons, lil' n***a, I got troops (I got troops)
They don't got Instagrams 'cause they shoot (I got, I got)
Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe (got that coupe)
Coulda fucked that bitch, I passed her to the crew (here you go)
Shiverin' and shakin', boy you ain't gon' shoot (ain't gon' fool)
Rice Street, man I ate a lot of soups (ayy)
[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
N***a made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)
Main bitch fuckin' my partner (bad bitch)
N***a, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (we ain't trippin' on it)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin' (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier (yeah)
Catch a n***a ridin' down College (swoo)
Catch a n***a ridin' down Godby (get madder, n***a)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (we ain't talkin' 'bout)
We don't talk about it, we shotters (whatchu talkin' 'bout?)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
I'm a street n***a and a artist (ooh)
And I'm gon' hit my targets (ooh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug & 21 Savage]
Now I got a whole lot of money (an' I got)
An' I got a whole lotta hoes (woah)
An' I got a whole lotta goals
An' I succeeded all 'em, ohhh
Fuck this shit, don't need no friends, yeah
AP, black and rose-gold, yeah
An' I got a brand new Benz, yeah
Mama gon' squat, it unfolds (skrrt)
Ya, an' I got some whole lotta bitches
Lotta bands on a muthafuckin' roll, yeah (ayy)
An' I ran down bank head
Drop heads, R.I.P. Shawty Lo, yeah
An' I got a whole lotta homies
'Round here tryna wipe your nose, yeah (wipe nose)
An' I got a brand new bitch
Ten-thousand dollar ring on her toes, yeah (yeah)
Way too much different shit
I just wanna slam my door, yeah
Ain't tryna see no hoe
I just wanna see my woes, yeah (whew)
Ooh, I ain't tryna see no show
Not until I count my doles, ooh (backend)
Honey wanna see if she can choke
Man, I just wanna see if she a pro, ooh (deep-throat)
I'm just tryna drip up out Versace robes, ooh (Versace robes)
Fuck around, kill with my blood
N***a, fuck around, hang with my lows, ooh (hang with my lows)
Bitch, you know we flirtin', leave 'em in the dirt (Lewinsky)
Ooh, yeah, cash money's the only thing that'll work
Ooh, yeah, get it, get it, uh
Make the cutter look like fireworks (slatt)
I just count the bands like a clerk (count up)
My bitch said, "Pop me a Perky", yeah (ooh)
I just might gon' let her slurp (ooh)
Puttin' every angle like Kurt (Kurt)
Call a quarter-milli while we swerve, yeah
Put it in the pot, make it work, yeah (let's go)
Bitches see the smirk, see the smirk, yeah (smirk)
Put in the bad bitch work, yeah (work)
I got a bitch down in chain gang (chain gang)
An' she suitcasing the Percs, yeah (woah)
I got a billboard in Chinatown (Chinatown)
I got a billboard in Tokyo (Tokyo)
I got a old hoe like I'm 44 (44)
You can't see me like I'm locked up, ohh (oh)
Used to rob for purses (purses)
They scream and we burstin' (they scream and shit)
I got a million in scripts (ayy)
Codeine like a nurse (slime)
I shot 'em, I need a jersey (I shot 'em)
I shot 'em, I need a jersey (ya dig?)
I call up my woes like aye (grrruh)
It's done, I smoked 'em, I need a hearse (I need)
Let's play, "Who shot first?" (say who?)
Let's play, "First one murked" (you were just murked)
An' I bought a bitch that Chanel (I did)
Yeah, same color Starburst (okay)
Got a condo full of hoes, yeah
An' they tryna swerve-swerve (skrrt)
An' you gotta cash out (okay)
Before you see the work-work
[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
N***a made a whole lotta guala (guala)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin' my partner (main bitch)
N***a, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin' (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier (woah)
Catch a n***a ridin' down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a n***a ridin' down Godby (get madder n***a)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (slime)
We don't talk about it, we shotters (slime)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I'm a street n***a and a artist (street n***a)
And I'm gon' hit my targets (voom voom)