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[Intro]
Solid nigga, real street nigga
A hundred percent, a hundred and ten percent
Ain't no cut on this shit, nigga
This shit blue magic, nigga, like Frank Louis nigga on god

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Four trap spots at the bottom of the hill (straight up)
Tryna diss Savage that'll probably get you killed (on god)
I get my shooter smoke, I think he gonna spill
The beans, I got X dog, 25 cents a pill (21)
Teds took a fifteen, finna come back on the pill (free Ted)
Pops took '94, he was nineteen, made me shed a tear
Blew up on me own, no cosigns I was still
I swear I went like six times platinum before I signed my deal
We used to cut Mac 90s before they made the Draco
I'm so Slaugher Gang, Imma nut on her face (21)
Captain Save-a-ho, you might get shot in your cape (on god)
Niggas drop a mixtape then they tattoo they face (lil pussy)
Niggas drop an album then pretend to be gangsta
Imagine every hood, you gone make it up, ain't you?
He done made up dead homies man this nigga a prankster
I got nigga down to roll, for a flock they'll shank you
Give me head in a brand new car, yeah
Hit her from need Gaiko, (21)
She got fat cause a nigga made her stay in the house so I got the bitch lipo (straight up)
Ride round town with a Glock, but if it's a hit Imma use my rifle
You can ask all the opps, nigga know four wheel gang go psycho

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass
You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your block fast
Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, zone six ride around with it in lap ass
Leave your man's brain in your motherfucking lap ass nigga

[Interlude: young Nudy]
Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow
Brrr-bow-bow-bow-bow
I wanted to call it in, know what I'm talking about
Cause you talking all this shit, nigga
This zone six nigga shit for all you niggas
(Stop all that cap-ass shit)

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
I'm a zone six sir, Mr. remix sir
Mr. fuck her then I hit her pass her to my nigga
Only thing I smoke on is big Swisha
And I don't sip liquor, I sip lean, yes sir
Pull up on the curb, hope I serve a nigga bird
Who run the block? Slime ball, that's the word (slime)
Get a nigga talk, all talk no-stop on my block
I got shooters tote their Glock, it's a .30 in his Glock
Niggas ain't rocking how we rocking, we rock silent
And I keep them blues in my pocket, ten thousand
Five on your head, get your head chopped
Ride through my hood and I got the top chopped
Over, when I ride over
Smoke gas, coughing, bitch give me morphine
Big dog bossing, Ya'll know what it cost me
Trained to be a boss
Well, you gotta wipe some niggas off
Yo gotta run off on the plug
Yo gotta shoot at some nigga
Let him know you give no fucks
If he really bout that life then nigga show you bout his business
Don't be scheming on the homie, a nigga run up you 'ameleon

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass
You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your block fast
Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, zone six ride around with it in lap ass
Leave your man's brain in your motherfucking lap ass nigga

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
I was little now I bigger (now I'm bigger)
I was broke now I'm worth eight figures (eight figures)
It's either you against us or you with us (lil bitch)
Malcolm might get killed in the middle (on God)
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