21 Savage - Whole Lot lyrics

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21 Savage - Whole Lot lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Yeah, it's a knife and all, y'know what I'm sayin'? Yeah n***a, 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'? Yeah [Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug] n***a made a whole lotta guala Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah) Main b**h f**in' my partner (main b**h) n***a, 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 b**h callin' (and I gotta) Put a bad b**h in Cartier Catch a n***a ridin' down College (skrt skrt) Catch a n***a ridin' down [?] We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage We don't talk about it, we shotters Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter) Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless) I'm a street n***a and a artist (street n***a) And I'm gon' hit my targets (voom voom) [Verse 1: 21 Savage & Young Thug] VVS's drippin' off my chain, hoe (ooh) I be in them places that you can't go (can't go) I brother down the road on tango (I still see him) You rap n***as sweeter than a mango (p**y 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 n***as callin' my phone f** these n***as, these n***as ain't G's (one hunnit) Spend on a lot of n***as, 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 Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter) I'm Young Savage Real n***a, they vouchin' for that (they vouchin' for that) I keep it on me One in the head, I'm co*kin' it back And I make your b**h drop it back And I spend a dub in Saks And I do a whole lot of drinkin' I done put a hole in my kidney Y'all n***as p**y like kittens (uh) VVS's on, I need mittens (VVS) n***a, we ain't leavin' no witness Stomp a n***a 'til he need stitches (woah) I ain't never played no victim Every n***a played, I k**ed him Put a n***a in a blender, n***a, then we chop it up (then we chop it up) Put it in the Pyrex, n***a, then we lock it up (lock it up) Put that b**h inside a Benz, she was in a Acura n***as 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) [Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug] n***a made a whole lotta guala (yeah) Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta) Main b**h f**in' my partner (main b**h) n***a, 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**h callin' (and I gotta) Put a bad b**h in Cartier (yeah) Catch a n***a ridin' down College (ooh) Catch a n***a ridin' down [?] (get madder n***a) 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***a and a artist (ooh) And I'm gon' hit my targets [Verse 2: 21 Savage & Young Thug] n***a, put gold on denim (gold) n***a, I said it, I meant it (meant it) n***a, be fresh like mint (fresh) n***a on percs, I'm itchin' (n***a) n***a, I stayed in the trenches (n***a) n***as still play in the trenches (n***a) Stayed up late on missions (fool) Sometimes we ain't strike for a dime (for a dime) If them n***as actin' scared, I ride (I'm gon' go) When my brother got k**ed, I cried I can't let a n***a stop my stride (stride) Gotta keep this sh** goin', gotta move (move) If it come down to it, I'm bustin' moves (fool) I jump up out that vert with a Uzi (skrt) These facts, lil' n***a I'm the truth (truth) You got goons, lil' n***a, 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) Coulda f**ed that b**h, I pa**ed her to the crew (here you go) Shiverin' and shakin', boy you ain't gon' shoot Wright Street, man I ate a lot of soups [Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug] n***a made a whole lotta guala Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah) Main b**h f**in' my partner (main b**h) n***a, 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 b**h callin' (and I gotta) Put a bad b**h in Cartier Catch a n***a ridin' down College (skrt skrt) Catch a n***a ridin' down [?] We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage We don't talk about it, we shotters Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter) Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless) I'm a street n***a and a artist (street n***a) And I'm gon' hit my targets (voom voom)

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