Whole Lot lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Yeah, n*gga, it's a knife and all, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
Yeah, n*gga, I hit your wife and all, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Metro Boomin want some more, n*gga)
Yeah

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
n*gga made a whole lotta guala (Guala)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (Yeah)
Main b*tch f*ckin' my partner (Main b*tch)
n*gga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (Fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (And I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (Hang around)
And I got a bad b*tch callin' (And I gotta)
Put a bad b*tch in Cartier (Woah)
Catch a n*gga ridin' down College (Skrrt, skrrt)
Catch a n*gga ridin' down Godby (It ain't matter)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (Slatt)
We don't talk about it, we shotters (Slatt)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (Gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (Heartless)
I'm a street n*gga and an artist (Street n*gga)
And I'm gon' hit my targets (Voom, voom)
[Verse 1: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
VVS's drippin' off my chain, ho (Ooh)
I be in them places where you can't go (Can't go)
My brother down the road on tango (I still see him)
You rap n*ggas sweeter than a mango (pus*y sweet)
TEC on me with the coolie on it
I'ma f*ck around and I'ma squeeze (Ooh)
Pain runnin' through my veins
I don't want the fame, I just wanna eat (Ooh)
Rap n*ggas callin' my phone
f*ck these n*ggas, these n*ggas ain't G's (One hunnit)
Spinned a lot of n*ggas, I ain't spin no mo'
f*ck around and get robbed 'round me (Fast)
Chain snatched, watch snatched, don't get it back (Get it)
Chopper on you (Slatt), wrong move, get hit in the back (Gutter)
I'm Young Savage (Uh), real n*gga, they vouchin' for that (They vouchin' for that)
I keep it on me (Slatt), one in the head, I'm c*ckin' it back (Voom)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
n*gga made a whole lotta guala (Yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (Got a whole lotta)
Main b*tch f*ckin' my partner (A bad b*tch)
n*gga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (Ain't trippin' on 'em)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (And I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (Hang around)
And I got a bad b*tch callin' (And I gotta)
Put a bad b*tch in Cartier (Yeah)
Catch a n*gga ridin' down College (Ooh)
Catch a n*gga ridin' down Godby (It ain't matter, n*gga)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (We ain't talk 'bout it)
We don't talk about it, we shotters (Ain't talkin' 'bout it)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (Okay)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (Okay)
I'm a street n*gga and an artist (Ooh)
And I'm gon' hit my targets (Back)
[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
And I make your b*tch drop it back (Ayy)
And I spend a dub in Saks (Ayy)
And I do a whole lot of drinkin' (Ayy)
I done put a hole in my kidney (Uh)
Y'all n*ggas pus*y like kittens (Uh)
VVS's on, I need mittens (VVS)
n*gga, we ain't leavin' no witness (21)
Stomp a n*gga 'til he need stitches (Woah)
I ain't never played no victim (Nah)
Every n*gga played, I killed him (Slatt)
Put a n*gga in a blender, n*gga, then we chop it up (We chop it up, ayy)
Put it in the Pyrex, n*gga, then we lock it up (Lock it up, ayy)
Put that b*tch inside a Benz, she was in an Acura
n*ggas be actin' tough, I just be stackin' up (I just be stackin' up)
Used to ride around with Dracos, now I'm goin' platinum (Platinum)
n*gga, put gold on denim (Gold)
n*gga, I said it, I meant it (Meant it)
n*gga, be fresh like mint (Fresh)
n*gga on Percs, I'm itchin' (n*gga)
n*gga, I stayed in the trenches (n*gga)
n*ggas still play in the trenches (n*gga)
Stayed up late on missions (Fool)
Sometimes we ain't strike for a dime (For a dime)
If them n*ggas actin' scared, I ride (I'm gon' go)
When my brother got killed, I cried (Man, I cried)
I can't let a n*gga stop my stride (My stride)
Gotta keep this sh*t goin', gotta move (Move)
If it come down to it, I'm bustin' moves (Fool)
I jump up out that Vert' with an Uzi (Skrrt)
These facts, lil' n*gga, I'm the truth (Truth)
You got goons, lil' n*gga, I got troops (I got troops)
They don't got Instagrams 'cause they shoot (I got, I got)
Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe (Got that coupe)
Could've f*cked that b*tch, I passed her to the crew (Here you go)
Shiverin' and shakin', boy, you ain't gon' shoot (Ain't gon' shoot)
Rice Street, man, I ate a lot of soups (Ayy)
It ain't hard, baby, save me right 'round you
[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
n*gga made a whole lotta guala (Guala)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (Yeah)
Main b*tch f*ckin' my partner (Main b*tch)
n*gga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (Fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (And I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (Hang around)
And I got a bad b*tch callin' (And I gotta)
Put a bad b*tch in Cartier (Woah)
Catch a n*gga ridin' down College (Skrrt, skrrt)
Catch a n*gga ridin' down Godby (It ain't matter)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (Slatt)
We don't talk about it, we shotters (Slatt)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (Gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (Heartless)
I'm a street n*gga and an artist (Street n*gga)
And I'm gon' hit my targets (Voom, voom)