Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Lyrics
Leland Wayne
Composer
Kevin Gomringer
Composer
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Producer
Derrick Royce Selby
Recording Engineer
Anthony Gonzalez
Recording Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Recording Engineer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Gordie Tumay
Assistant Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Blake Harden
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah
It's a knife and all, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
I hit your wife and all, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
This a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y'know what I'm sayin'?
(Metro Boomin want some more)
Yeah
Made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main, main my partner (main b-)
We ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad, bad callin' (and I gotta)
Put a bad b- in Cartier
Catch a n- ridin' down College (skrrt, skrrt)
Catch a n- ridin' down Godby (get madder n-)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (slatt)
We don't talk about it, we shotters (slatt)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I'm a street n- and a artist (street nigga)
And I'm gon' hit my targets (voom, voom)
VVS's drippin' off my chain (ooh)
I be in them places where you can't go (can't go)
My brother down the road on tango (I still see him)
You rap - sweeter than a mango (sweet)
TEC on me with the coolie on it
I'ma f- around and squeeze (ooh)
Pain runnin' through my veins
I don't want the fame, I just wanna eat (ooh)
Rap - callin' my phone
F- these n-, these n- ain't G's (one hunnid)
Spend on a lot of n-, I ain't spend no more
F- around and get robbed 'round me (fast)
Chain snatched
Watch snatched, don't get it back (get it)
Chopper on you (slatt)
Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)
I'm Young Savage (uh)
Real n-, they vouchin' for that (they vouchin' for that)
I keep it on me (slatt)
One in the head, I'm cockin' it back
Made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)
Main, main f- my partner (main b-)
We ain't trippin', we ballin' (ain't trippin on 'em)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad b- callin' (and I gotta)
Put a bad, bad in Cartier (yeah)
Catch a n- ridin' down College (ooh)
Catch a n- ridin' down Godby (get madder)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (ain't talk about it)
We don't talk about it, we shotters (ain't talk about it)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
I'm a street n- and a artist (ooh)
And I'm gon' hit my targets
And I make your b- drop it back (ay)
And I spend a dub in Saks (ay)
And I do a whole lot of d- (ay)
I done put a hole in my kidney (uh)
Y'all n- p- like kittens (uh)
VVS's on, I need mittens (VVS)
We ain't leavin' no witness
Stomp a n- 'til he need stitches (woah)
I ain't never played no victim
Every n- played, I killed him (slatt)
Put a n- in a blender, n-, then we chop it up (then we chop it up)
Put it in the Pyrex, n-, then we lock it up (lock it up)
Put that b- inside a Benz, she was in a Acura
Be actin' tough, I just be stackin' up (I just be stackin' up)
Used to ride around with Dracos, now I'm going platinum (platinum)
Put gold on denim (gold)
I said it, I meant it (meant it)
Be fresh like mint (fresh)
On P-, I'm itchin'
I stayed in the trenches
Still play in the trenches
Stayed up late on missions (fool)
Sometimes we ain't strike for a dime (for a dime)
If them n- actin' scared, I ride (I'm gon' go)
When my brother got killed, I cried (man, I cried)
I can't let a n- stop my stride (my stride)
Gotta keep, keep goin', gotta move (move)
If it come down to it, I'm bustin' moves (fool)
I jump up out that Vert' with a Uzi (skrrt)
These facts, lil' n-, I'm the truth (truth)
You got goons, lil' n-, I got troops (I got troops)
They don't got Instagrams 'cause they shoot (I got, I got)
Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe (got that coupe)
Could've f- that b-, I passed her to the crew (here you go)
Shiverin' and shakin', boy, you ain't gon' shoot (ain't gon' shoot)
Rice Street, man, I ate a lot of soups (ayy)
(It ain't hard, baby, save me right 'round you)
Made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main, main my partner (main)
We ain't trippin', we ballin' (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad, bad callin' (and I gotta)
Put a bad b- in Cartier
Catch a n- ridin' down College (skrrt, skrrt)
Catch a n- ridin' down Godby (get madder)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (slatt)
We don't talk about it, we shotters (slatt)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I'm a street n- and a artist (street n-)
And I'm gon' hit my targets (voom, voom)
Writer(s): Tim Gomringer, Jeffrey Williams, Kevin Gomringer, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph
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