[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
90's baby, Stunt like baby
Maybach ?, cost 180
Show 160, back then 80
Don't do clubs cause they can't pay me
Need my money, fuck you, pay me
Cookin' Eminem, call it shady
Pyrex ?, I whip ?
Had a daughter, named it Haiti
Zone 6, East side that's what made me
Rap or trap I'm still gon' make ?
Get in my ?, shit like Jay-Z
? real hot, so I can't be lazy
Metro made this beat, it's crazy
572 Chevelle, it's crazy
Night time, please don't try to race me
It's gon' be a lot of shell casings

[Chorus]
Let my nuts drop
She annoying, call block
I ain't really with the RaRa
Can't go back and forth with a thot thot
She from the hood, nickname TaTa
She know how to load up a choppa
AK like a guitar, Imma rockout
Whеn I close the deals, I talk propеr
Ouu Ouu, too much drip I swim in it
Ouu Ouu, one of us hit your BM didn't it
Ouu Ouu, Saint Laurent store I live in it
House so mother fuckin' big n***a I can fuck around and put his in it
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Oh my God, VS Diamonds look like Milf
Oh my God, killin' my own, won't tell on myself
Oh my God, runnin' from the police, lost my breath
Oh my God, 21 gang, n***as know what I rep
Straight up, straight up rap ass n***a get robbed in my hood
Straight up, straight up 488 and it's part of my hood
Straight up, straight up playin' both sides you n***as ain't good
Straight up, straight up if you in the car we still gon' shoot it
21, I'm the one, I got a bigger gun
She finna fuck cause she got on tights and her hair in a bun
Cheap veneers, them big ass teeth, ya'll n***as look dumb
Keep them diamonds, give me slugs, Atlanta I'm from
Put in park, push to start
Lost and found, tryna find my heart
She make me hard, she from illinois
You know I love that ratchet shit so she get spoiled
Trifflin' ass bitch, you make my blood boil
Sour ass bitch you, make my milk spoil
Savage smoke more weed than Uncle Elroy
Hit me when you down the road, fuck a jail call
Really I'm a genius, should've went to Yale
Careful with my words, you might try to tell
Know too many real ones sittin' in a cell
Cause they kept it solid and they didn't tell
[Chorus]
Let my nuts drop
She annoying, call block
I ain't really with the RaRa
Can't go back and forth with a thot thot
She from the hood, nickname TaTa
She know how to load up a choppa
AK like a guitar, Imma rockout
When I close the deals, I talk proper
Ouu Ouu, too much drip I swim in it
Ouu Ouu, one of us hit your BM didn't it
Ouu Ouu, Saint Laurent store I live in it
House so mother fuckin' big n***a I can fuck around and put his in it

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Really I'm a genius, should've went to Yale
Careful with my words, you might try to tell
Know too many real ones sittin' in a cell
Cause they kept it solid and they didn't tell
Runnin' up the bag, Runnin' up the bag
Runnin' up the bag, Runnin' up the bag
Runnin' up the bag, Runnin' up the bag
Runnin' up the bag, Runnin' up the bag
Brand new paper tag, Hundreds make me sad
Imma make him mad, Runnin' up the bag
Left me off a bag, now they faces sad
Cause I got the bag, cause I got the bag
[Chorus]
Let my nuts drop
She annoying, call block
I ain't really with the RaRa
Can't go back and forth with a thot thot
She from the hood, nickname TaTa
She know how to load up a choppa
AK like a guitar, Imma rockout
When I close the deals, I talk proper
Ouu Ouu, too much drip I swim in it
Ouu Ouu, one of us hit your BM didn't it
Ouu Ouu, Saint Laurent store I live in it
House so mother fuckin' big n***a I can fuck around and put his in it

[Verse 1: Veeze]
Gang, Gang
Seven ?, gold like Brady
Wok for breakfast, make me lazy
She like fashion, know I laced her
Prada, Dior, and ?
Broke ass n***a can't tolerate
Metro made this beat, I'm dreamin'
Never stop for 12, we racin'
Hundred missed calls, bitches beggin'
Hol up hol up, this lil bitch so red, call her Mrs. Clause
Hell no hell no, I can't go to the mall, feel like I bought it all
Real player, I ain't boutta pay no bitch, she takin' her panties off
Ass fat, the bitch came ? speakers, she gon' turn the music off
Switch sounds, you might hear switch sounds, pull up with my young dawg
My lil bitch be thinkin' she gang gang, I bought her a trackhawk
My old head still workin' them flip phones, he gettin' them bricks off
She textin'my phone bout when we gon' be together, I'm laughin' my ass off
10 stacks all blue with gold ?, yea that's a hundred ball
50k we spent just at Saint Laurent, I need a shopping cart
Good head baby girl got good head, she such a know it all
Opps know we pay 10k a head, go get a coffin for him pussy

[Chorus]
Let my nuts drop
She annoying, call block
I ain't really with the RaRa
Can't go back and forth with a thot thot
She from the hood, nickname TaTa
She know how to load up a choppa
AK like a guitar, Imma rockout
When I close the deals, I talk proper
Ouu Ouu, too much drip I swim in it
Ouu Ouu, one of us hit your BM didn't it
Ouu Ouu, Saint Laurent store I live in it
House so mother fuckin' big n***a I can fuck around and put his in it