Ea - Young Nudy | 21 Savage | Rap Song

Okay, yeah Shit deeper than rap, yeah I done seen a lot of niggas fall off Tryna play with the trap, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Yeah, COUPE) Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah (Okay) Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed Sippin' these drugs, I'm pissing out the red All of this green, you know that we selling that Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pitty-pat It ain't 'bout money, then nigga not hearin' that All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (Okay, yeah) Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back Don't bring no doo-doo, the chopper know child-play (Know child-play) Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Yeah) I done seen a lot of niggas fall off tryna Play with that trap, yeah (With that strap) Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Shit deeper than rap) You keep a strap, yeah (Keep a strap) You bust somebody You know you better not say nothin', might get locked up (Yeah) Shit deeper than rap, yeah (Shit deeper than rap) Your bitch done fucked your partners so You mad about it, don't have no fit about it Just go fuck another bitch (Yeah) This shit deeper than rap, yeah (Deeper than rap) Gotta make money, them hoes gon' ask for it When you got them drugs A country boy, you know you gotta tax for it (Yeah) Shit deeper than rap Ask about Nudy, shawty keep a strap Talk about robbin', buddy, that's a wrap And this right here no rap cap (Yeah) I'm known by this shit, keep big straps (Yeah) I'm posted in the hood with your bitch on my lap (Yeah) I fold these pussy niggas just like a napkin Niggas know what's happenin', yeah I'm a Blood, you a Blood, nigga know what's brackin' Set trip, man, you know I get to smashin' Real right nigga, niggas know what's happenin' Say you want smoke, then catch me in traffic I'm gettin' money, broke niggas not havin' You talking 'bout beef, you got me laughin' I be gettin' money, that is a habit Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah (Okay) Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed Sippin' these drugs, I'm pissing out the red All of this green, you know that we selling that Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pitty-pat It ain't 'bout money, then nigga not hearin' that All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (Okay, yeah) Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back Don't bring no doo-doo, the chopper know child-play (Know child-play) Nothin' but the chopper, you know how we play We just like the Wesson, you know how we spray If I was cowboy, then make me a K I'm just like John Wick with that shit, I don't play I don't need no nigga 'round me, I'ma spray I been playin' with guns since I was like eight I got my first gun when I was thirteen I fell in love with the Glock, added a beam I got a lot of money, stick to my team I got it, didn't stop, what the fuck do they mean? They say that they fuck with our cap on the scene You play with us, nigga, we murder your scene And yellow tape surrounding you and your team I'm Majin Buu with the smoke, I blow the steam You know I'm Big Slime, I wipe your nose clean Finesse him out the money, sell him a dream I sold him some sugar, he thought it was clean You should've checked the pack before that you leave Now I'm splittin' that money with my team Everybody eat, gotta feed the team I got the white bitch, I got the cream Long time comin', this shit was a dream Big dawg, nigga, like Martin Luther King Raise my hand, they listen to me I feel like Malcom X when I got heat I'm not Muslim, but it's fuck the police Fuck them crackers, hope them motherfuckers see That I came out a real nigga, and a bitch nigga, I can't be And you know I bang big B My pockets fillin' up with big C's (Big blue C) I am a shark in the water, jump in this bitch and I gotta eat (I gotta eat, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Send 'em round your way, you know that they smash shit, yeah (Okay) Anything for that money, I go dumb dumb (Go dumb dumb), special ed Sippin' these drugs, I'm pissing out the red All of this green, you know that we selling that Smoke a whole pound, we don't do the pitty-pat It ain't 'bout money, then nigga not hearin' that All of this money, you know that I'm gettin' that Trappin' and robbin' and rappin', I'm gettin' that (Okay, yeah) Fuck on your bitch, now you have your feelings back Beefing 'bout bitches, man, I am not into that Internet tit-for-tat, I am not into that Talking 'bout smoke with me, nigga, we killin' that Bustin' my gun, man, I hope that you shoot it back Don't bring no doo-doo, the chopper know child-play Nothin' but the chopper, you know how we play Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I gotta eat, yeah

20Rocket on this bitch, so it's gon' knock Shit, ooh Goddamn Dre, that motherfucker just hit Good God almighty, uh Ooh (damn slime), you got a blunt Then go roll that motherfucker up with me mane (damn slime) Let's rock out Cutthroat Paradise East where it's real (ooh) Nigga can't be sweet, niggas get killed (uh-uh) Bouldercrest Road, turned that bitch to a battlefield (yeah) Niggas get hunted like deer 'round here (baow) Hang a nigga up like a mountain (mountain) Disappear a nigga like a phantom (phantom) This a Kel-Tec, this is not no banana (nah) This a new bitch, this a new nasty dancer (yeah) It get to hummin', that bitch want some answers (mhm) It get to bouncin' and movin', control (yeah) Bullets just twirl, they twirl (yooh) Nigga got put on the curb (ooh) Damn, they ass got served cold Damn, his ass got curtains closed Damn, they walked down two of those Damn, we popped like five of those We don't take no L's, they know (uh-uh) We gassed up, we cashed up, we turnt up, you fucked up (ooh) You niggas stuck on PP loans, I been spent your loan (your loan, goddamn) Lil' homie done been steppin' on shit, got plenty shit rap 'bout (pap 'bout) And you know I'm always steppin' shit, got too much in my styrofoam (yeah) Phone always ringin' home (yeah) Blaze all day, night and long (yeah) Pull up, you can't call shots (yeah) Know the trap don't stop (yeah) Know my door stay swangin' (yeah) Know you come in my trap (uh) Know this bitch really stankin' (yeah) Know this bitch really loaded (word) Nothin' but young niggas guns Yeah, big dawg in the kitchen (kitchen) We count shit, no ones (ones) And they number them bags (bags) We been trappin' that swag (swag) We'll sell a nigga gas (gas) We can whip up glass (glass, nigga) You can get you some whip (whip) Nigga come spend you some chips (spend some chips) You can make shit flip (yeah) Double your money right here (right, damn) Right price, right here (right here) This shit real life, right here (right here) We get money when you outchea (outchea) Gotta keep a gun when you with them Cutthroat Paradise East where it's real (ooh) Nigga can't be sweet, niggas get killed (uh-uh) Bouldercrest Road, turned that bitch to a battlefield (yeah) Niggas get hunted like deer 'round here (baow) Hang a nigga up like a mountain (mountain) Disappear a nigga like a phantom (phantom) This a Kel-Tec, this is not no banana (nah) This a new bitch, this a new nasty dancer (yeah) It get to hummin', that bitch want some answers (mhm) It get to bouncin' and movin', control (yeah) Bullets just twirl, they twirl (yooh) Nigga got put on the curb (ooh) Damn, they ass got served cold (ooh) Damn, his ass got curtains closed (ooh) Damn, they walked down two of those Damn, we popped like five of those We don't take no L's, they know Okay (uh), start the beat, reverse the car (uh-huh) Bag it up, shoot him in his head (uh-huh), .45 tapped him up (uh-huh) Bah, bitches wanna talk, but I be masked up (uh-huh) When them ducks land on the ground, they be mad as fuck (pussy) I gon' jack some (21), strip some, flip some (21) H Dawg, nigga he'll rip some (21), twisted (21) We some rich shooters, 'round my way, nigga I'm knowin' why they hatin', niggas know I got this K nigga (21) I got gun smoke, we can get a nigga by the day (huh) Yeah, I gun tote, nigga, keep a .45 on my waist (huh) Why he run for? He seen them red beams up on his face (pussy) Me and cuzzo, when it come to opps we don't wan' play Cutthroat Paradise East where it's real (ooh) Nigga can't be sweet (21), niggas get killed (uh-uh) Bouldercrest Road, turned that bitch to a battlefield (yeah) Niggas get hunted like deer 'round here (baow) Hang a nigga up like a mountain (21) (mountain) Disappear a nigga like a phantom (phantom) This a Kel-Tec, this is not no banana (brrr) (nah) This a new bitch, this a new nasty dancer (yeah) (brrr) It get to hummin', that bitch want some answers (mhm) It get to bouncin' and movin', control (yeah) Bullets just twirl, they twirl (ooh) Nigga got put on the curb (ooh) Damn, they ass got served cold (ooh) Damn, his ass got curtains closed (ooh) Damn, they walked down two of those Damn, we popped like five of those We don't take no L's, they know Uh-uh, ha, ha-ha-ha Yeah, like that Aha-ha, like that, yeah, like that (mm)

Expect me, n-, like you expect Jesus to come back Expect me, n-, I'm comin' Your ex like Pocahontas Whatever happen, I'ma get money I'm on Thriller, n-, f- my conscience These foreign shoes, f- my bunions (okay) We done made a hundred bands on Sunday And I ain't goin' to Magic Monday Put the d- in her a- like crunches I came from shootin' CeeLo in the dungeon I'm tired of makin' it rain, I'd much rather go buy me a plane (okay) I had to call 'em to stop up the sink (okay) Whole lotta tried to go down the drain (ha, okay) First hundred thousand, I went made a strain I was ridin' behind Gucci in a red Mulsanne That was back in '09 before the fame came (okay) I had a check 'fore the rap check came (okay) I put baguettes on this sh-, I just blanked I don't four-four, make the check Houdini B-, you cheated, don't speak when you see me I'm in the Turbo S, no GP I'm gettin' h- from Ch-, I meant CC My n- ain't even tryna hit Saweetie (nah) That b- turn me off, no kizzy (no kizzy) I told my ex, "Don't call, I'm busy" (oh) I just told my new one she gotta trust me (gotta trust me) She love all my friends 'cause they love me (love) Everything you do and everything you say is stuck with me You're lovin' me, yeah I told my brother, "Take this watch, because I'm vulnerable" I let her get away with murder when I fall in love I told 'em, "Ante up the chips, because they know it's us" I told my n-, "f- them n-, 'cause it's f- us" They want me dead, they want me dead If I had one wish, I'd bring my n- back from the dead I'm sippin' codeine, this ain't no red, dawg I'm up but came from the struggle, duckin' red dogs, uh I keep that fire on me everywhere (21) It's one n- talk on the internet But when we turn on his block, he ain't ever there (on 21) All them lil' boys be tryna act gangster That's why when they die, I don't ever care (on 21) We in the middle of summer, but, n- We steppin', this sh- feel like February (pussy) Yellow diamonds, they canary Came from the bottom and I made it to the other side Nah, I ain't use no fairy (facts) Opps be smokin' on n- they ain't step on Them n- funny, Jim Carrey (straight up) Stones in my ear, they VVS certified B-, I can't hear you clearly (on God) Big 4L, we ain't beefin' 'bout h-, n- Don't bring that sh- near me (21) Leave your phone when you step I drop the bag, your secret is kept (21) Opps cliqued up, they needed some help Got too much money, I hired a chef Get me mad enough, I do it myself (21) Y'all n- p-, it's all on your breath (21) Go against me, that sh- bad for your health Where he stayin' is the same place he left (21) I told my brother, "Take this watch, because I'm vulnerable" (Take this watch from me) I let her get away with murder when I fall in love (yeah) I told 'em, "Ante up the chips, because they know it's us" (Because they know) I told my n-, "f- them n-, 'cause it's f- us" (I told my n-, n-) They want me dead, they want me dead (dead, they want me dead) If I had one wish, I'd bring my n- back from the dead I'm sippin' codeine, this ain't no red, dog (codeine, no red, no) I'm up but came from the struggle, duckin' red dogs, uh Metro

Taurus (Run that back, Turbo) 911 Porsche, it's emergency (ooh) Kick in the door, it's a burglary (ooh) Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (ooh) 25 racks for a surgery (ooh) I know you just actin' tough When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (ooh) I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust 'Cause these niggas ain't for me (ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm in the ring and my back 'gainst the ropes I'm a young king and I'm keepin' 'em woke Jumped off the porch, went and got what I want Smokin' Biscotti, it smell like a skunk Take care my mama and brother and nephews Now what the fuck else is you payin' for? I sat on the block, but didn't go to school of the hard knocks And wasn't none of this planned for I bought her the big body Jaguar We pull up with sticks like a task force It's 220 MP the dashboard GunWunna, young Wunna a bad boy Own business, I got me a company key Go get it, I get it, ain't workin' for free You wan' see that show, gotta pay you a fee She want a big Birkin, the big Bentley B I'm servin' this cash (yeah) Come with it, we kill him, ain't no sympathy Dig up the grass (yeah) Then bury his body, don't nobody speak 911 Porsche, it's emergency (ooh) Kick in the door, it's a burglary (ooh) Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (ooh) 25 racks for a surgery (ooh) I know you just actin' tough When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (ooh) I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust 'Cause these niggas ain't for me (ooh) I'm sippin' on purple, no Bape (21) I put them racks on a plate (I did) Say you want smoke, we gon' come where you stay Take my gun everywhere, I'm from the A We call her thottie, you callin' her bae Every nigga try it, we slid on tape Nigga playin' tough, got hit with the Drac' Rich and paranoid, in the hills with a K Nip it in the bud, I check that (21) Your bitch in the vert, in my lap where her neck at Pull up in your hood, we'll stretch that (straight up) Your lil' nigga starvin', send him a care pack First-time owner, no CARFAX (big facts) We got the same kinda guns like Star Trek Don't need no keys to start that (pussy) So many hoes in this car, man, park that 911 Porsche, it's emergency (ooh) Kick in the door, it's a burglary (ooh) Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (ooh) 25 racks for a surgery (ooh) I know you just actin' tough When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (ooh) I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust (yeah, yeah) 'Cause these niggas ain't for me (ooh) I call the play with the stick (call the play) And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt) She spent a night at the spot (fuck) Then I had fed her some grits (let's go) I had her sucking on cock (yeah) I made her think that she rich, yeah I gave a bitch lockjaws (lock) I'm a real gangsta, no glitch (facts) I just had hopped in a Mercury (slatt) Then we had pulled up like four deep (SEX) Bitch told me she was just pregnant That little bitch, she can't have it, no extortin' me I had to pick out my carats myself And they yellow, the bitch like a bumblebee I put the dope on the jet And I fly to Seattle to meet me a Portuguese (turn up) 911 Porsche, it's emergency (ooh) Kick in the door, it's a burglary (ooh) Light his ass up, burnin' third-degree (ooh) 25 racks for a surgery (ooh) I know you just actin' tough When I really pull up, you gon' call the authorities (ooh) I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust 'Cause these niggas ain't for me (ooh) I call the play with the stick (call the play) And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt) I call the play with the stick (call the play) And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt) I call the play with the stick (call the play) And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt) I call the play with the stick (call the play) And my lil' ho got a kick (blatt)