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21 Savage & Metro Boomin - Mad High (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
[Verse 2]
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly
Savage sending hits like a wise guy
I'ma sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie
[Verse 3]
****, I be mad high, mad high, mad high
Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high
****, I keep mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
[Verse 4]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Why you drop that dirty in that Mountain Dew?
Why you go and chop the brains off that coupe?
So I can shoot a pussy **** out the roof
I feel like Bishop, young ****, I got the juice
I'm 'bout my check, lil' ****, like swoosh
Yeah, I rap, but I'm still choppin' shit
Pull up on your block and shit
Extendos in them Glocks and shit
21, we poppin' shit
Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me 'cause I'm sinnin'
I spent two thousand at the dentist
This a foreign, little ****, not no Hemi
We drinkin' Actavis, ain't drinkin' on no Remy
21, 21
[Verse 5]
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly
Savage sending hits like a wise guy
I'ma sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie
[Verse 6]
****, I be mad high, mad high, mad high
Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high
****, I keep mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
[Verse 7]
Pull up on a back street, roll the window down
Pull up on a back street, another **** down
That AK-47, turn your smile into a frown
Bitch, I'm from the street, I turn that seven to a pound
I left my baby mama, and I went and got a model
You can't get no guala if you don't know how to swallow
What the bumbaclot, I feel like Oscar's on my shoulder
You say you gettin' money, but you usin' all your product
I hit my first lick, and I spent that shit on Prada
**** sneed dissin', I got shots for all your partners
Bitch, I'm from the six, I eat soul food, not Benihana's
I keep that two-two-three, I knock your head up out your Honda
[Verse 8]
Narcotics on me, I be mad high
Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly
Savage sending hits like a wise guy
I'ma sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie
[Verse 9]
****, I be mad high, mad high, mad high
Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high
****, I keep mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly
Written by: Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Leland Tyler Wayne
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