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[intro: 21 savage]
(zaytoven)
woah

[verse 1: 21 savage]
300 blackout’ll pierce a n-gga lung (b-tch)
tryna touch a b, i’m on a generation run (21)
cutthroat a n-gga, used to take sh-t for fun (facts)
my mama always knew she had a badass son (yeah)
i’m the type to hit a b-tch and won’t give her a crumb (21)
pass her ass the blunt (b-tch), tell her hit the don (b-tch)
draw down, take your bricks, then walk off laughin’ with my gun (p-ssy)
put ’em ‘cross my lap and spank the opps like they my sons (21)
quarter-brick of work, hit the gas, they try to search (go)
four-four-two the hertz, half a ticket for a verse (woah)
the diamonds extra large (21), it make the b-tches flirt (it do)
you ever try the squad, we have you front row at a church (p-ssy)

[chorus: 21 savage]
ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (yeah, yeah)
woah, woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
woah, woah, woo (yeah, yeah, 21, 21)
tear the pockets off a n-gga jeans (b-tch)
and your steppers ain’t gon’ say a thing
ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (yeah, yeah)
woah, woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
woah, woah, woo (yeah, yeah)
i draw down on n-ggas just for fun (p-ssy)
he won’t shoot it, so we took his gun
[verse 2: 21 savage]
brand new mak-90 with the scope on it (the scope on it)
f-ck what he claim, we’ll smoke homie (smack his ass)
took him off, he tried to put the folks on me (police ass)
n-gga, i can’t put my trust in no woman (never ever)
hollows burn your skin, now it’s sores on it (b-tch)
if i gotta move, i put the bros on it (b-tch)
them sixties be too country, put some fours on it (21)
the spot jumpin’ like it ain’t no doors on it (21, 21)
glock 40’ll leave you with a suntan (p-ssy)
my brother love finessin’, he a con man (p-ssy)
shh love k!llin’, he a gunman (21)
watch him shoot the m16, n-gga, with one hand (21, 21)
when i go to the beach, i don’t bring sand (at all)
stick put you asleep like you pop xans (p-ssy)
you sittin’ around broke, n-gga, make a plan (21)
how the f-ck is you a rapper? you don’t got one fan (the f-ck?)

[chorus: 21 savage]
ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (yeah, yeah)
woah, woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
woah, woah, woo (yeah, yeah, 21, 21)
tear the pockets off a n-gga jeans (b-tch)
and your steppers ain’t gon’ say a thing
ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha (yeah, yeah)
woah, woah, woah, woah-woah-woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
woah, woah, woo (yeah, yeah)
i draw down on n-ggas just for fun (p-ssy)
he won’t shoot it, so we took his gun
[outro: gucci mane]
one time, i hit a l!ck and i didn’t know how to act
i started laughin’ when they asked me to bring the money back (hahaha)
one time, i hit a l!ck and i didn’t know how to act
i started laughin’ when they asked me to bring the money back, ha

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