More songs by 21 Savage
Description
Associated Performer: 21 Savage
Lyricist, Composer: Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Lyricist, Composer: Ahmar Bailey
Lyricist, Composer: Luke Beasley
Composer, Lyricist: Joseph Talamo IV
Producer: Kid Hazel
Producer: LB
Producer: Oscar Zulu
Recording Engineer: Isaiah "ibmixing" Brown
Mixing Engineer: Neal H Pogue
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Zachary Acosta
Mastering Engineer: Mike Bozzi
Lyrics and translation
Original
Now let me tell you how easy it is in Atlanta for us to get a second degree.
At night he had a copper. After copper he used to ask me, who cooked Don Julio?
Your bitch too. She sold. Jump out with your ho.
Jacquemus Ella, you know? She my bitch but we don't go together, at all.
Yeah, havin' all kinds, all kinds. Pull up with a twenty piece, all fines.
Twenty-one, twenty-one. Formation, ho get in line, get in line. I'm with Fat Cuz in a Blazer.
Twenty-one, twenty-one. Need your hair and nails, I'm your savior.
Twenty-one, twenty-one. Say she want some candy, I got flavors. Twenty-one.
Lil Win gettin' content for the label, you're dead. If he say I'm pussy that's a fable, you're dead.
Horses in my car, I park it in the stable, on God.
Baby Drea, he'll rock you like a cradle, facts. She gave me head and I felt all cheap. Twenty-one. Sour Patch
Kid, I ain't shit sweet, pussy. All the hoes say you niggas cheap.
She know how to keep a secret and that pussy pink. Jump, jump out with your ho. Yeah.
Jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah.
Jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah.
S600 double M glow, maybach. Real boss nigga, I don't even touch the door, facts.
Pull off on a bitch, I'll send her in the store, twenty-one.
Turnin' in the hood, finna jump out with your ho, twenty-one.
She fuckin' everybody so I'm cool, I'm cool. Told her best friend send me nudes, send me nudes.
This lil young bitch burnt out, twenty-one. Cut water, got her turnt out, turnt.
Had a threesome, made me feel like I just worked out, on God.
Baby mama called me, I got cursed out, what the fuck? These niggas be on dick, yeah they slurp down, slurp down.
Don't go against the grain, that's the worst route, pussy.
GIAs hangin' off the motherfuckin' Cuban, yeah. Eat your main bitch 'cause she choosin', get her.
Quagin' in my cup got me snoozin', twenty-one. Pull up at the block party, nigga with a Uzi.
All the vibes turnt, butt naked in the jacuzzi, yeah.
I could use my camera roll and turn it to a movie, on God.
He ain't got no fight and he can't hang, he a goofy, pussy. Beefin' 'bout these hoes, you get shot right in your kufi, stupid.
Jump, jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho.
Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah.
Jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah. S600 double M glow, maybach.
Real boss nigga, I don't even touch the door, facts.
Pull off on a bitch, I'll send her in the store, twenty-one.
Turnin' in the hood, finna jump out with your ho, twenty-one.
English translation
Now let me tell you how easy it is in Atlanta for us to get a second degree.
At night he had a copper. After copper he used to ask me, who cooked Don Julio?
Your bitch too. She sold. Jump out with your ho.
Jacquemus Ella, you know? She my bitch but we don't go together, at all.
Yeah, havin' all kinds, all kinds. Pull up with a twenty piece, all fines.
Twenty-one, twenty-one. Formation, ho get in line, get in line. I'm with Fat Cuz in a Blazer.
Twenty-one, twenty-one. Need your hair and nails, I'm your savior.
Twenty-one, twenty-one. Say she want some candy, I got flavors. Twenty-one.
Lil Win gettin' content for the label, you're dead. If he say I'm pussy that's a fable, you're dead.
Horses in my car, I park it in the stable, on God.
Baby Drea, he'll rock you like a cradle, facts. She gave me head and I felt all cheap. Twenty-one. Sour Patch
Kid, I ain't shit sweet, pussy. All the hoes say you niggas cheap.
She know how to keep a secret and that pussy pink. Jump, jump out with your ho. Yeah.
Jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah.
Jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah.
S600 double M glow, maybach. Real boss nigga, I don't even touch the door, facts.
Pull off on a bitch, I'll send her in the store, twenty-one.
Turnin' in the hood, finna jump out with your ho, twenty-one.
She fuckin' everybody so I'm cool, I'm cool. Told her best friend send me nudes, send me nudes.
This lil young bitch burnt out, twenty-one. Cut water, got her turnt out, turnt.
Had a threesome, made me feel like I just worked out, on God.
Baby mama called me, I got cursed out, what the fuck? These niggas be on dick, yeah they slurp down, slurp down.
Don't go against the grain, that's the worst route, pussy.
GIAs hangin' off the motherfuckin' Cuban, yeah. Eat your main bitch 'cause she choosin', get her.
Quagin' in my cup got me snoozin', twenty-one. Pull up at the block party, nigga with a Uzi.
All the vibes turnt, butt naked in the jacuzzi, yeah.
I could use my camera roll and turn it to a movie, on God.
He ain't got no fight and he can't hang, he a goofy, pussy. Beefin' 'bout these hoes, you get shot right in your kufi, stupid.
Jump, jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho.
Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah.
Jump out with your ho. Yeah. Jump out with your ho. Yeah. S600 double M glow, maybach.
Real boss nigga, I don't even touch the door, facts.
Pull off on a bitch, I'll send her in the store, twenty-one.
Turnin' in the hood, finna jump out with your ho, twenty-one.