Letra Where you from 21 Savage

Where you from

Shit, when you see the real niggas gettin' out the way, that shit is dead, 'cause ain't no more reason
These niggas try it, these niggas move the goalpost on everybody
Man this shit is some pussy as shit, man
Man, we see a nigga like, just accept that it's over with, my bad
First nigga that denounced the street stuff [?]
Street, the street still dead

Savage where you from? G block where they bum
Shit like Vietnam, gun smoke in my lungs
Extendos and them drums, you boys don't want a crumb
They come knock off your king, then turn 'round get your pawns
Gen 5 with the switch
Like my nigga Nudy, I'll never leave the 6
Like my nigga Chubbs, I'll never leave the 6ix
Bitch don't cut my 'tris, you ball up your fist
But we pull up with sticks
They gon eat if I make you a plate
Niggas pussy, we takin' they pay
Out the sunroof, I'm swingin' that K
Get to waivin' it at you, like "Hey"
Pussy don't ask me 'bout Metro or Drake
Play with it or get shot in the face, pussy
Gun shots for everybody, us, never them
Why the fuck you think they call me Savage?
Any bitch that I'm fuckin' the baddest
Never been with a nigga who had it
Then she met me and now I'm her daddy
Zone 6 I grew up in the madness
We come straight in your hood and we smash it
I like robbin' the niggas who flashin'
If you thought it was smoke, nigga, ask me
In the Phantom, just me and my Draco
And these hollows'll hit you in ClayCo
I done brought out the Quagen in Waco
Any less than a ticket is Play-Doh
She gon' eat up that dick when I say so
Ain't no love for a rat, free Queso
I got bakin' soda, ain't the cake though
Watch show the day and the date, ho
Lord, forgive me, I'm committin' sins
Lockin' Ls like I ain't win
Real nigga, I got fake friends
Lotta Ms that I can't spend
Always ready when we can't spin
Ain't a corner that we ain't been
Pussy nigga say he gettin' money
We'll catch him lackin' at the bank then
Buy a pint and put it in the soda
Vacuum seal, tryna hide the odor
Hit the lot and get a new whip
I'm a rich nigga, I go in the motor
Millionaire, but I'm still a soldier
Whack the shooter nigga and who drove you
Big pole like the North pole, but we keep poles 'cause the streets colder
You ain't like that, stop cappin'
Make a billion, I'ma stop rappin'
Bots on this car, got 'em trackin'
One slip, he get caught in traffic
Used to hide the money in the mattress
Too much of it now, I just stack it
Opps funny like they Tiff Haddish
Rock out with the stick, Lenny Kravitz
Pussy

Rock out with the stick like I'm Travis Barker
Rock out with the stick like I'm B.B. King (You go against this shit nigga, you get the belt, nigga)
Rock out with the stick like I'm Jimmy Hendrix
Rock out on your coach, rock out on your team (Unlimited belt)
All you internet niggas, I see you
All you content creators
Catch you down bad and break your MacBook
Break your i
Phone, bitch ass nigga, fuck you
You know how I rock, nigga
One up top in the Glock, nigga
Fah
Southside
Wheezy out of here

I remember, I remember when, me and, goddamn
You know we be ridin' them [?] cars and shit
I had a Cadillac, a Cadillac, ehm car, like a Sedan or
And this nigga thought it was my car, 'cause every time I go serve, I used to serve in that car
So one day, he pulled up, he gave me the money
And I got out like I was goin' high like I usually do
I left the nigga in the car, and let-
He kept callin' like "Bro you better have that car, you buggin'"
It's true