21 Savage - Ghostface k**ers lyrics

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21 Savage - Ghostface k**ers lyrics

[Producer Tag – Young Thug] Metro Boomin want some more n---a [Hook/Chorus – Offset] Automatic “auto”, automatics, in the trunk Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy “thot”, love the Patek on my arm “Patek” We got static “static”, p---y n---a run your charm “hey” Ghostface k**ers “k**ers”, Wu-Tang, 21 news gang “news” Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain “hey” Trapping the c**aine “yeah”, no gang, shooter with no name We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man [Verse 1 – Offset] Yeah, put on the Patek, popping xannys, I'm an addict Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy Diamonds flashing, need some gla**es for the flashing, yeah Michael Jackson with this fashion, b---h I'm dabbing, yeah All of this s--t on purpose, got these b-----s slurping All your pockets on hurting, n---a you can be my servant Go to the lot and young n---a don't lease it, I purchase After I cut off a thot I give her some money for service Wherever I go the whole gang gon' go, yeah “fame” You cannot tame the ho because you want fame for sure “tame” You think that you rich 'cause you got a hundred or more I got an over overload, like I just sold my soul I, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it “mama” N----s ain't going defeated, we get the guns immediate Don't burn in the coupe, it's an Italy These n----s is broke and it's pitiful [Hook/Chorus – Offset] Automatic “auto”, automatics, in the trunk Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy “thot”, love the Patek on my arm “Patek” We got static “static”, p---y n---a run your charm “hey” Ghostface k**ers “k**ers”, Wu-Tang, 21 news gang “news” Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain “hey” Trapping the c**aine “yeah”, no gang, shooter with no name We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man [Verse 2 – 21 Savage] Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs “21” Wonder Bread man, make your b---h lick crumbs “yeah” Audemar Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb “bling” Grab the hitstick, n---a tryna blitz some' Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke boy “21” You broke a-s rappers food, it's a po boy “21” Everybody the same, all these n----s sound alike “d--k riders” Fox 5 gang, turn you to a candlelight B---h boy I'm a mobster, shrimp in my pasta Jamaican Don Dada, hang 'round the shottas Mad Max n---a, yeah I hang with the k**ers “21” Planet of the Apes, yeah I hang around gorillas “on god” I got AK, SK, HK, broad day “21” You a f-ckboy, we ain't with the horseplay “b---h” Shrimp a-s n---a, did you do your chores today? “21” Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? “21” [Hook/Chorus – Offset] Automatic “auto”, automatics, in the trunk Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy “thot”, love the Patek on my arm “Patek” We got static “static”, p---y n---a run your charm “hey” Ghostface k**ers “k**ers”, Wu-Tang, 21 news gang “news” Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain “hey” Trapping the c**aine “yeah”, no gang, shooter with no name We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man [Verse 3 – Travis Scott] Drop from the heavens straight in the wild “yeah” Trunk in the front, top gotta slide Ride suicides, we keep this s--t alive “yeah” Jumping out the public houses, don't you come outside “Straight up” Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic “it's lit” Going way up, on my way to cut through traffic “what you popping” Pop the ceiling, pop the bean, I need the balance “pop it, pop it” B----y a-s is what I'm seeing, it's way too graphic Watch your fingers 'cause the catcus dangerous “yeah” Broke, you ain't us, we don't speak that language On the couches Tom Cruise, I'ma make her see, she snort a mountain Rackades on the outfit will make her bounce it Good drank my life yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah Please need the energy, only got a night, yeah “it's lit” Nike boys, we don't do three stripes “yeah” I'm living for my n----s that do life, yeah [Hook/Chorus – Offset] Automatic “auto”, automatics, in the trunk Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy “thot”, love the Patek on my arm “Patek” We got static “static”, p---y n---a run your charm “hey” Ghostface k**ers “k**ers”, Wu-Tang, 21 news gang “news” Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain “hey” Trapping the c**aine “yeah”, no gang, shooter with no name We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

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