Karaoké Rich Flex Drake & 21 Savage

Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club

Pay for about ten niggas to get in

We crunk, lit, in this bitch, yeah

Know we walk around the world

Steppin', not givin' a damn 'bout where our feet land at

Yeah

Get your ass mushed smooshed

Yeah, twenty-one the biggest

Put a nigga in the chicken wing pussy

Twenty-one can you do somethin' for me

Can you hit a little rich flex for me

Twenty-one can you do somethin' for me

Drop some bars to my pussy ex for me

Then Twenty-one can you do somethin' for me

Can you talk to the opps necks for me

Twenty-one do your thing, Twenty-one do your thing

Do your thing, Twenty-one

Yellow diamonds in the watch this shit cost a lot do your thing

Never send a bitch your dot that's how you get shot

I DM in Vanish Mode

I do that shit a lot

Took her panties off and this bitch thicker than the plot

All my exes ain't nothin' them hoes busted

If my opps ain't rappin' they ass duckin'

You ain't ready to pull the trigger don't clutch it

I know you on your period baby can you suck it

I'm a savage

Smack her booty in Magic

I'll slap a pussy nigga with a ratchet

I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy

Don't call me on Christmas Eve bitch, call your daddy

Bitch, call your uncle bitch, don't call me

Always in my ear your ho a flea

Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet

Paid like an athlete, I got

All you hoes, all of you hoes need to remember who y'all talkin' to

It's a Slaughter Gang CEO

I got dick for you if I'm not workin', girl

If I'm busy then fuck no

You need to find you someone else to call

When your bank account get low you need to find you someone

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit ayy, murder gang shit

Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit ayy, murder gang shit

Ayy, sticks and stones chrome on chrome

That's just what a nigga on

Internet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phone

Pussies cliquin' up so they don't feel alone, ayy

Nan' nigga seein' me

I'm Young Money CMB

I used to roll with CMG the house is not a BNB

The bad bitches waitin' on a nigga like I'm PND

I'm steady pushin' P you niggas pushing PTSD

I told her ass to kiss me in the club, fuck a TMZ

I used to want a GMC when Woe was doing BNE

We revvin' up and goin' on a run like we DMC

I layup with her for a couple days, then its BRB

You rappers love askin' if I fucked when you know we did when you know we did

She came in heels but she left out on her cozy shit

Ayy, I'm livin' every twenty-four like Kobe did

Shoutout to the Sixth

R.I.P to Eight

Swear this shit is gettin' ate

I'm on ten for the cake

Get a lot of love from twelve but I don't reciprocate

Fifty-one division stay patrollin' when it's late

Twenty-one my addy so the knife is on the gate

All the dawgs eatin' off a Baccarat plate

Niggas see Drake and they underestimate

Take it from a vet', that's a rookie ass mistake, ayy

Ah, what, what, what

Slaughter Gang shit ayy, murder gang shit

Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit ayy, murder gang shit

Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit ayy, murder gang shit

Oh God

Boy, look, you the motherfuckin' man, boy, you

Ooh, you is the man you hear me