[Hook/Chorus]
Young Savage, why you trapping so hard?
Why these n****s capping so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pulling all these rappers’ cards?
‘Cause these n****s p***y and I’m hard
I turn that f*****g soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m praying to my Glock and my carbon
[Verse 1]
I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood
But I pull up on you, shoot your a*s in the back
Stuart Little, heard these n****s some rats
Pockets full of cheese, b***h I got racks
I’m a real street n***a, b***h
I am not one of these n****s banging on wax
P***y n****s love sneak dissing
‘Til I pull up on ’em, slap ’em out with the fire
Wet your mama’s house, wet your grandma’s house
Keep shooting until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar
Thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo
I was playing ’round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Panthersville
Eighth grade started playing football
Then I was like f**k the field
Ninth grade I was knocking n****s out
N***a like Holyfield
Fast forward n***a, 2016
And I’m screaming f**k a deal
Bad b***h with me, she so thick
I don’t even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain’t even street for real
N****s love sneak dissing on Twitter
They don’t want beef for real
And all these n****s play like they tough
‘Til a n***a get k**ed
‘Til a n***a get spilled, ’til your blood get spilled
I’ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I’m John Dill’
(I been with you since day one
Savage I ain’t even hating)
So what’s up with all that Instagram s**t?
(Savage I was just playing)
Y’all p***y n****s faking
B***h I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your b***h naked
(Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape)
Yeah, n***a f**k all that, ask your b***h how my d**k tastes
[Hook/Chorus]
Young Savage, why you trapping so hard?
Why these n****s capping so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pulling all these rappers’ cards?
‘Cause these n****s p***y and I’m hard
I turn that f*****g soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m praying to my Glock and my carbon
[Verse 2]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack k**s, n***a my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrapping a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swanging, diamonds blanging, hold up
Pistol swanging, gang banging, hold up
N****s acting like groupies, they don’t know us
Little do they know their b*****s f*****g on the tour bus
[Hook/Chorus]
Young Savage, why you trapping so hard?
Why these n****s capping so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pulling all these rappers’ cards?
‘Cause these n****s p***y and I’m hard
I turn that f*****g soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart
[Outro]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack k**s, n***a my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrapping a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt