Whole Lot (Demo) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Uh, yeah
Yeah, n*gga, it's a knife and all, y'know what I'm sayin', yeah?
Yeah, n*gga, I hit your wife and all, y'know what I'm sayin', yeah?
Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y'know what I'm sayin'?
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 (skrt skrt)
Catch a n*gga ridin' down Godby (get madder n*gga)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (slime)
We don't talk about it, we shotters (slime)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I'm a street n*gga and a 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, hoe (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 queeze (ooh)
Pain runnin' through my veins
I don't want the fame, I just wanna eat (ooh)
Rap n*ggas callin' my phone
n*gga, f*ck these n*ggas, these n*ggas ain't G's (one hunnit)
Spend on a lot of n*ggas, I ain't spend no more
f*ck around and get robbed 'round me (fast)
Chain snatched
Watch snatched, don't get it back (don't get it)
Chopper on you (slatt)
Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)
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, no c*ckin' it back (boom)
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 (f*ck 'em)
Stomp a n*gga 'til he need stitches (woah)
I ain't never played no victim (ah)
Every n*gga played, I killed him (slatt)
Put a n*gga in a blender, n*gga, then we chop it up (then 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 a 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 going 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 (and I cried)
I can't let a n*gga stop my stride (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 a 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)
Coulda 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' fool)
Rice Street, man I ate a lot of soups (ayy)
[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 (bad b*tch)
n*gga, we ain't trippin', we ballin' (we ain't trippin' on it)
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 (swoo)
Catch a n*gga ridin' down Godby (get madder, n*gga)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (we ain't talkin' 'bout)
We don't talk about it, we shotters (whatchu talkin' 'bout?)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
I'm a street n*gga and a artist (ooh)
And I'm gon' hit my targets (ooh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug & 21 Savage]
Now I got a whole lot of money (an' I got)
An' I got a whole lotta hoes (woah)
An' I got a whole lotta goals
An' I succeeded all 'em, ohhh
f*ck this sh*t, don't need no friends, yeah
AP, black and rose-gold, yeah
An' I got a brand new Benz, yeah
Mama gon' squat, it unfolds (skrrt)
Ya, an' I got some whole lotta b*tches
Lotta bands on a muthaf*ckin' roll, yeah (ayy)
An' I ran down bank head
Drop heads, R.I.P. Shawty Lo, yeah
An' I got a whole lotta homies
'Round here tryna wipe your nose, yeah (wipe nose)
An' I got a brand new b*tch
Ten-thousand dollar ring on her toes, yeah (yeah)
Way too much different sh*t
I just wanna slam my door, yeah
Ain't tryna see no hoe
I just wanna see my woes, yeah (whew)
Ooh, I ain't tryna see no show
Not until I count my doles, ooh (backend)
Honey wanna see if she can choke
Man, I just wanna see if she a pro, ooh (deep-throat)
I'm just tryna drip up out Versace robes, ooh (Versace robes)
f*ck around, kill with my blood
n*gga, f*ck around, hang with my lows, ooh (hang with my lows)
b*tch, you know we flirtin', leave 'em in the dirt (Lewinsky)
Ooh, yeah, cash money's the only thing that'll work
Ooh, yeah, get it, get it, uh
Make the cutter look like fireworks (slatt)
I just count the bands like a clerk (count up)
My b*tch said, "Pop me a Perky", yeah (ooh)
I just might gon' let her slurp (ooh)
Puttin' every angle like Kurt (Kurt)
Call a quarter-milli while we swerve, yeah
Put it in the pot, make it work, yeah (let's go)
b*tches see the smirk, see the smirk, yeah (smirk)
Put in the bad b*tch work, yeah (work)
I got a b*tch down in chain gang (chain gang)
An' she suitcasing the Percs, yeah (woah)
I got a billboard in Chinatown (Chinatown)
I got a billboard in Tokyo (Tokyo)
I got a old hoe like I'm 44 (44)
You can't see me like I'm locked up, ohh (oh)
Used to rob for purses (purses)
They scream and we burstin' (they scream and sh*t)
I got a million in scripts (ayy)
Codeine like a nurse (slime)
I shot 'em, I need a jersey (I shot 'em)
I shot 'em, I need a jersey (ya dig?)
I call up my woes like aye (grrruh)
It's done, I smoked 'em, I need a hearse (I need)
Let's play, "Who shot first?" (say who?)
Let's play, "First one murked" (you were just murked)
An' I bought a b*tch that Chanel (I did)
Yeah, same color Starburst (okay)
Got a condo full of hoes, yeah
An' they tryna swerve-swerve (skrrt)
An' you gotta cash out (okay)
Before you see the work-work
[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 (skrt skrt)
Catch a n*gga ridin' down Godby (get madder n*gga)
We ain't talkin' 'bout it, we savage (slime)
We don't talk about it, we shotters (slime)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I'm a street n*gga and a artist (street n*gga)
And I'm gon' hit my targets (voom voom)