There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar
And have it overflowing
So don't get me going: don't dare start
You'll never see me again: Amelia Earhart
I'm popping a wheelie, off to a really unfair start
I'm past grinding, for me - guess I just be grounded up
Like Ground Round or a pound of chuck
Tightly-wound as fu*k
'Til the Fire Marshalls come shut
Fire Marshall down and up
I suggest you better shut the fu*k up
And stop fu*king around and duck!
I ain't playing this time, I told you I'm out for blood
So to say I "keep it 100" would probably sound redundant
Like calling a b*tch a ho or asking a gal to su*k
And blow on your dick co*k. Is she up to screwing? Down to fu*k?
It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut
With a thousand s*uts strapped and muzzled
Running through a house of mutts
In other words, I'm shutting every onе of you b*tches' mouths up
And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fu*king bu*t!
And ain't sh*t changеd, my sh*t still don't stink, player
My farts may have gotten staler ever since
I became a trailer park celebrity
Maybe my complexion became a little paler
Poster child for white trash
I'm a Garbage Pail Kid sailor, yeah
See me I'm all up on your b*tch means I'ma rape her
All I got for these hoes is dick, duct tape and a stapler
So b*tch, you better look for table scraps to scrape up
I don't subscribe to the News or the Free Press
But homie, I get the paper!
fu*king stupid
Two banana clips and they taped up [Straight up, straight up
Cut the stove on and let it cake up [Straight up, straight up
Hit it with the cold water 'til it lock up [21
Hot water make it lock a little faster [On God
I'm so Slaughter Gang, I'm prayin' to my dagger [Straight up
Started rappin' for the money, I'm a trapper [Straight up
Internet thug, he a gangsta on [21
Way too many diamonds, put my chains backwards [Yeah, yeah]
Interlude21 Savage
Ain't game, I don't
Ain't no disrespect, 4L, aight
That's all I know
We don't play the radio, on my momma
That's all I know
Chorus
Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that
Long as you keep throwin' that thing back
In the Hills, that's where she stay at
You know that this my lil' baby
Go to hell, .40 could bang that
Number Nine jeans, they contain racks
NFL, we makin' plays, yeah
Pack touchin' down where you lay at
Oh, you want Chanel, we can arrange that
Long as you keep throwin' that thing back
In the Hills, that's where she stay at
You know that this my lil' baby
Go to hell, .40 could bang that
Number Nine jeans, they contain racks
NFL, we makin' plays, yeah
Pack touchin' down where you lay at
Verse 1
Slidin' to Sasha to get me some top
From a boppa I know since way, way back
Uh, I can sustain that
She like me, she like me, she came back
Pull up in Woods lookin' wet
All my ladies pedestrians thinkin' I sling crack
They look up to me 'cause I'm something to be
And I'm always gon' try to maintain that
Uh, know that you ain't that
Uh, know that you hate that
Just turned 19, I'm a young prodigy
And you know that it's true, so I say that
Uh, say it or spray it
We keep a secret like Vegas
She gon' get naked
After we smokin', we faded
Verse 1: Rod Wave
I don't even know where to start
This just what it was
play my part
And it always ended with a broken heart, heart
I done got played like a guitar
I done been swimming with the sharks
And I had it hard
Okay, I grew up in that pain, walking through the rain
Looking for some peace, begging for some change
She's a devil in a day, a devil in a skirt
Begging for my heart just to make it worse
And I know you're hungry for hope, but she's dying of thirst
She gon' love you to death, but lie to your hearse
Who can you trust in this cold world?
My life forever
ChorusRod Wave
Trials and tribulations [Yeah
So much of sh*t that I be facing [Oh yeah
It's safe to say that I been scarred
Ain't got no business loving on a broken heart
But hop up in this coupe
Don't tell me nothing but the truth, yeah
You don't judge me, I won't judge you, yeah
Come peep the pain that I been through, yeah
Come take a walk up in my shoes, yeah
Tell me no, oh [Yeah, no, no, no, no]