ChopStars
Y'all **** stop playin', ****
Y'all **** know what the fuck goin' on
Big 4L, big steppers
Big footprints, pussy
Southside on the track, yeah
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, okay, 21
Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Okay, 21, okay, 21, okay, 21, 21, 21, 21
Metro Boomin want some more, ****
Big 4L, I'm a member (Yeah)
Leave an opp cold, like December (What?)
.45 on me, it's a Kimber (And what?)
AK knockin' down trees, like timber
Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21)
Hit the windshield, not the fender (21)
Givin' out smoke my agenda (21)
Throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy)
Big-Big 4L, I'm a member (Yeah)
Leave an opp cold, like December (What?)
.45 on me, it's a Kimber (And what?)
AK knockin' down trees, like timber
Big 4L, I'm a member (Yeah)
Leave an opp cold, like December (What?)
Big 4, Big 4L, I'm a member (Yeah)
Leave an opp cold, like December (What?)
.4, .45 on me, it's a Kimber (And what?)
AK, AK knockin' down trees, like timber
Get your, get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21)
Hit the wind, hit the windshield, not the fender (21)
Givin' out, givin' out smoke my agenda (21)
Throw the white, throw the white flag, they surrender (Pussy)
All black tux, I'm a businessman (Pussy)
Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (Whoa)
Take the plug off and the middle man (Whoa)
Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (Whoa)
Fuck a **** bitch, I'm a gentleman (21)
21, your bitch know I been the man (21)
Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man
Gotta look a **** in the eyes when you kill a man
Glock in my lap
Everywhere I'm strapped
Most these rappers cap
I ain't, I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood, Glenwood to the flat
Used to, used to rob and trap
Money, money tall, Shaq
Choppa, Choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E., Chuck E. Cheese, rat
We get, we get rodents whacked
Way too, way too many steppers
I can't hold 'em back
Body, body full of scars
Face full of tats
You pray, you pray on your knees
I pray to my strap
Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it
Money on your head, ****, we'll come get it
New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it
'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it
Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin'
I don't never put women in my business
Full-time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin'
Whoa, whoa, I can make a M in my sleep (Straight up)
17 breakin' down a P (On God)
18 start sellin' hard with Lil B
Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D
Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E
All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed
Cool-Cool young ****, still take yo' cheese (Pussy)
All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed
Cool young ****, still take yo' cheese (Pussy)
All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed
Cool young ****, still take yo' cheese (Pussy)
Not mine, this bitch for us (21)
The gang is what I trust (Straight up)
Don't argue, we don't fuss (Straight up)
No talkin', he get touched (Straight up)
I can't smoke my opps (On God)
'Cause all my opps is dust (Pussy)
He said he think he the battery
We call him Elon Musk (Pussy)
Open your, open your mouth when I bust (21)
Suck me up slow, don't rush (21)
Havin' three, havin' threesomes is a must (Straight up)
Hit it from, hit it from the back and she cussed (On God)
I put his, I put his bitch in the Benz (21)
She used to ride on the bus (Damn)
I-I-I-I walk around with them thigh pads (21)
But I ain't got no yard rushed
I put his bitch in the Benz (21)
She used to ride on the bus (Damn)
I walk around with them thigh pads (21)
But I ain't got no yard rushed
I put his bitch in the Benz (21)
She used to ride on the bus (Damn)
I walk around with them thigh pads (21)
But I ain't got no yard rushed
Glock in my lap
Everywhere I'm strapped
Most, most these rappers cap
I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood, Glenwood to the flat
Used to, used to rob and trap
Money, money tall, Shaq
Choppa, Choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E., Chuck E. Cheese, rat
We get, we get rodents whacked
Way too, way too many steppers
I can't, I can't hold 'em back
Body, body full of scars
Face, face full of tats
You pray, you pray on your knees
I pray to my strap
Yeah, savage life ain't for everybody, man
Throw the white flag, they surrender
So if you ain't 'bout that life, ya hear me?
Throw the white flag, they surrender
Just throw the white flag and surrender, man
Leave it up to the real Gs that's really 'bout that life
Throw the white flag, they surrender
If you really 'bout that life
Throw the white, throw
Savage Mode II
Throw the white flag, they surrender

Writer(s): Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Leland Wayne, Joshua Luellen & Carlton Mays Jr..