Lyrics “Whole Lot” – 21 Savage
Yeah, it’s a knife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’
Yeah ni*ga, 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
N*gga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems
Main bi*ch f*ckin’ my partner
N*gga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’
And I got a whole lotta shotters
Hang around a whole lotta robbers
And I got a bad bi*ch callin’
Put a bad bi*ch in Cartier
Catch a ni*ga ridin’ down College
Catch a ni*ga ridin’ down Collins
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless
I’m a street ni*ga and a artist
And I’m gon’ hit my targets
VVS’s drippin’ off my chain, hoe
I be in them places that you can’t go
My brother down the road on tango
You rap ni*gas sweeter than a mango
TEC on me with the coolie on it
I’ma f*ck around and squeeze
Pain runnin’ through my veins
I don’t want the fame, I just wanna eat
Rap ni*gas callin’ my phone
F*ck these ni*gas, these ni*gas ain’t G’s
Spend on a lot of ni*gas, I ain’t spend no more
F*ck around and get robbed ’round me
Chain snatched
Watch snatched, don’t get it back
Chopper on you
Wrong move, get hit in the back
I’m Young Savage
Real ni*ga, they vouchin’ for that
I keep it on me
One in the head, I’m c*ckin’ it back
N*gga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems
Main bi*ch f*ckin’ my partner
N*gga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’
And I got a whole lotta shotters
Hang around a whole lotta robbers
And I got a bad bi*ch callin’
Put a bad bi*ch in Cartier
Catch a ni*ga ridin’ down College
Catch a ni*ga ridin’ down Collins
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless
I’m a street ni*ga and a artist
And I’m gon’ hit my targets
And I make your bi*ch 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 ni*gas pussy like kittens
VVS’s on, I need mittens
N*gga, we ain’t leavin’ no witness
Stomp a ni*ga ’til he need stitches
I ain’t never played no victim
Every ni*ga played, I killed him
Put a ni*ga in a blender, ni*ga, then we chop it up
Put it in the Pyrex, ni*ga, then we lock it up
Put that bi*ch inside a Benz, she was in a Acura
N*ggas be actin’ tough, I just be stackin’ up
Used to ride around with Dracos, now I’m going platinum
N*gga, put gold on denim
N*gga, I said it, I meant it
N*gga, be fresh like mint
N*gga on percs, I’m itchin’
N*gga, I stayed in the trenches
N*ggas still play in the trenches
Stayed up late on missions
Sometimes we ain’t strike for a dime
If them ni*gas actin’ scared, I ride
When my brother got killed, I cried
I can’t let a ni*ga stop my stride
Gotta keep this shit goin’, gotta move
If it come down to it, I’m bustin’ moves
I jump up out that vert with a Uzi
These facts, lil’ ni*ga I’m the truth
You got goons, lil’ ni*ga, I got troops
They don’t got Instagrams ’cause they shoot
Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe
Coulda f*cked that bi*ch, I passed her to the crew
Shiverin’ and shakin’, boy you ain’t gon’ shoot
Wright Street, man I ate a lot of soups
N*gga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems
Main bi*ch f*ckin’ my partner
N*gga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’
And I got a whole lotta shotters
Hang around a whole lotta robbers
And I got a bad bi*ch callin’
Put a bad bi*ch in Cartier
Catch a ni*ga ridin’ down College
Catch a ni*ga ridin’ down Collins
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless
I’m a street ni*ga and a artist
And I’m gon’ hit my targets…
