21 Savage – Savage Gates Lyrics

21 Savage – Savage Gates Lyrics
Savage Gates
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    "Savage Gates." - 21 Savage

    Album: Savage Season
    Track No: 11
    Yoh 21! (Woo!)
    It's JCE Gang, bitch
    You know Gates crew type shit
    Rich Gates, Vonte Gates, Chris Gates!
    JCE! Blood!
    Call my shooters in the six, diamonds on me, look like piss
    Catch me in the hoop D below Keyon Rich
    I'm gon' fuck your main bitch, 21 gon' get your side bitch
    I've got hoes sniffing cocaine (cocaine) and sipping high-tech
    All these dudes around me shooting shit to stay excited
    Welcome to Bahamas, meet my plug on the island
    Smoke a whole a pound of green crack, got me fucked up
    Literally found 20 bands, bitch I lucked up
    **** don't wanna see me win, and I know it (I know it)
    Why I get that check, grab that check, and I blow it?
    Fucked his baby mama first night, she was starstruck (21)
    That shit that's on my hip gon' wake you up, **** Starbucks
    She gon' suck a real **** long, she got lockjaw
    That money coming, going back and forth like a seesaw
    Made me spill my double cup, that shit had me T'd off
    Bitch, I'm from the 6, you run up on me, blow your knees off
    I got shooters, I got shooters, I got shooters in that Zone 6
    Young **** ride around, brazy with them yop sticks
    Water splashing in and out that pot, I got sea sick
    Finessing with a dummy brick, pussy I do trap tricks
    VVS diamonds dancing, moving like a jet ski
    JCE, my squad, man, we run this shit up to SC
    Fuck the rap game, man, I do this shit for slam dunk
    **** call my phone for a Zoe, what the fuck you want?
    **** don't wanna see me win, and I know it (I know it)
    Why I get that check, grab that check, and I blow it?
    Fucked his baby mama first night, she was starstruck (21)
    That shit that's on my hip gon' wake you up, **** Starbucks
    She gon' suck a real **** long, she got lockjaw
    That money coming, going back and forth like a seesaw (yeah, Chris Gates)
    Made me spill my double cup, that shit had me T'd off (woo! Woo! Woo!)
    Bitch, I'm from the 6, you run up on me, blow your knees off
    Made a whole lot of Fetty with my Trap Queen
    I got grams of loud for the 15
    I'm running from 12 like Batman, I pull up with shooters in a black van
    Swing through your hood like Tarzan (woo, woo)
    Pull up, pull up, I got dirty in my cup
    I'm sipping on that syrup (lean), I'm sipping on that syrup (lean)
    I'm in the club with the old man, yeah that 40 tucked
    Your ex on my dick, if I see her we gon' fuck
    I might cash your bitch out cus' that cash what I'm about, Gates!
    **** don't wanna see me win, and I know it (I know it)
    Why I get that check, grab that check, and I blow it?
    Fucked his baby mama first night, she was starstruck (21)
    That shit that's on my hip gon' wake you up, **** Starbucks
    She gon' suck a real **** long, she got lockjaw
    That money coming, going back and forth like a seesaw
    Made me spill my double cup, that shit had me T'd off
    Bitch, I'm from the 6, you run up on me, blow your knees off

    Writer(s): 21 Savage.

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