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

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
21, yeah
Real street shit
21
Know what I'm sayin'?
Young **** done been through some shit, man
Now a young **** on top, man
But I still got that Glock, man
Still let that motherfucker pop, man, 21
[Verse 2]
See Savage, he be with them apes
Play with this shit, you get ate
Bitch, I be covered in Bape
Bitch, I be covered in Bape
You know I keep me a K
You know I keep me a Draco
Wrap a **** like an egg roll
Big bullets leave a big hole
I was raised by the G code
Don't bend, ****, don't fold
My uncle taught me how to scrape the bowl
And my auntie still smokin' blow
Came from nothin', ****, we was poor
Eviction notices all on the door
Take out trash for some school clothes
I'm the one that the streets chose
[Verse 3]
Now I'm on Ocean Drive
Sippin' codeine with the top down
Twenty grand on me
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Got my own money
Pussy ****, I did not sign
Say Young Savage name in a song
It's some shots fired
[Verse 4]
I'm on Ocean Drive
Sippin' codeine with the top down
Twenty grand on me
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
[Verse 5]
I'm on Ocean Drive
Sippin' codeine with the top down
Twenty grand on me
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
[Verse 6]
I can't leave the house without my Glock nine
I can't go nowhere without my Glock nine
I'm sippin' codeine all on Ocean Drive
Poppin' Percocets on Rodeo Drive
Baby, roll the window up and let's get high
You ain't no real **** if you testify
I don't have to question where my **** ride
If you gotta question, they ain't on your side
Plenty late nights I made my mama cry
Shootouts in apartments made my mama cry
See my **** in a hearse, I Stevie Wonder why
Retaliation, let 'em spark like it's the Fourth July
[Verse 7]
Now I'm on Ocean Drive
Sippin' codeine with the top down
Twenty grand on me
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Got my own money
Pussy ****, I did not sign
Say Young Savage name in a song
It's some shots fired
[Verse 8]
I'm on Ocean Drive
Sippin' codeine with the top down
Twenty grand on me
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
[Verse 9]
I'm on Ocean Drive
Sippin' codeine with the top down
Twenty grand on me
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Written by: Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Joshua Howard Luellen, Robert Mandell, Leland Tyler Wayne
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