Upcoming Concerts for 21 Savage & Metro Boomin
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Cubeatz
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Metro Boomin
Producer
Southside
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Southside, Southside, on the Southside, on the, hey
Metro Boomin' want some more, ****
[Chorus]
Young Savage, why you trapping so hard?
Why these **** capping so hard?
Why you got a twelve-car garage?
Why you pulling all these rapper's cards?
'Cause these **** pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my carbon
[Verse 1]
I sit back and read like Cat In the Hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage, not Boyz N The Hood
But I'll pull up on you, shoot yo ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these **** some rats
Pocket full of cheese, bitch, I got racks
I'm a real street ****, bitch
I am not one of these **** banging on wax
Pussy **** love sneak dissing
Till I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama house, wet your grandma house
Keep shooting until somebody die
So many shots, the neighbor looked at the calendar
Thought it was the Fourth of July
You was with you friends, playing Nintendo
I was playing 'round with that fire
[Verse 2]
Seventh grade, I got caught with a pistol
Sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade, started playing football
Then I was like, fuck the field
Ninth grade, I was knocking **** out
**** like, Holyfield
Fast forward, ****, 2016
And I'm screaming, fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick
I don't even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even street, for real
**** love sneak dissing on Twitter
They don't want beef, for real
And all these **** play like they tough
Till a **** get killed
[Verse 3]
Till a **** get spilled
Till your blood get spilled
I'ma @ your favorite rapper
Shoot him like I'm John Dill
I been with you since day one
Savage, I ain't even hating
So, what's up with all that Instagram shit?
Savage, I was just playing
Y'all pussy **** faking
Bitch, I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip your wife, your bitch naked
Come on, man, Savage
You know I always play your mixtape
Yeah, ****, fuck all that
Ask your bitch how my dick taste
[Chorus]
Young Savage, why you trapping so hard?
Why these **** capping so hard?
Why you got a twelve-car garage?
Why you pulling all these rapper's cards?
'Cause these **** pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my carbon
[Chorus]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, ****, my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrapping a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
[Verse 4]
Chain swinging, diamonds blinging, hold up
Pistol swanging, gang banging, hold up
**** acting like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know, they bitches fucking on the tour bus
[Chorus]
Young Savage, why you trapping so hard?
Why these **** capping so hard?
Why you got a twelve-car garage?
Why you pulling all these rapper's cards?
'Cause these **** pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart
[Outro]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, ****, my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrapping a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Written by: Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Joshua Howard Luellen, Leland Tyler Wayne