[Intro: 21 Savage]
(808 Mafia)
Woah, woah, woah

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Young n***a got the streets on lock
Young n***a got a 30 on his Glock
I'm a addict at chasing paper, can't stop
Put your arm inside the bowl until it lock (Woah)
Drop my nuts and let 'em hang, n***a, I'm gang (Woah)
Two revolvers on my waist, John Wayne
Fucking this ratchet bitch I met in Blue Flame
N***a, I kick the shit, lucan
Yeah, pop that shit, yeah
Rich n***a convo, n***a, talk that shit
Yah, sipping out syrup I don't need cough up shit
Yah, real shooters with me, like to chalk up shit
N***a real talk, got a real bowl and a real fork
Whip it real hard, this a real sword
Bitch I'm Slaughter Gang, we hit real hard

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
N***a, we don't know y'all boys
Y'all ain't making no noise
Hang with real trappers, n***a we ain't doing no frauds
Got a Christian Lou' fetish, count a lotta lettuce
Bank account heavy, money long and I'm deadly
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Oh my God, still hanging in the six, n***a
Oh my God, and I came from selling nic's, n***a
Oh my God, Savage made a couple hits, n***a
Oh my God, but I'm known for sending hits, n***a
Oh my God, I might doo-doo on the beat, n***a
Oh my God, Bentley doo-doo on the street, n***a
Oh my God, I act a asshole, bitch boy
Got me back in Savage Mode

[Verse 3: St. Laz]

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
N***a we don't know y'all boys
Y'all ain't making no noise
Hang with real trappers, n***a we ain't doing no frauds
Got a Christian Lou' fetish, count a lotta lettuce
Bank account heavy, money long and I'm deadly
N***a we don't know y'all boys
Y'all ain't making no noise
Hang with real trappers, n***a we ain't doing no frauds
Got a Christian Lou' fetish, count a lotta lettuce
Bank account heavy, money long and I'm deadly