I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood
But I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these n*ggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, b*tch, I got racks
I'm a real street n*gga, b*tch
I am not one of these n*ggas bangin’ on wax
pus*y n*ggas love sneak dissin'
'Til I pull up on ’em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house
Keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar
Thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playin' Nintendo
I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Panthersville
Eighth grade started playin’ football
Then I was like f*ck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking n*ggas out
n*gga like Holyfield
Fast forward n*gga, 2016
And I’m screaming f*ck a deal
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin’, hold up
Pistol swangin', gangbangin', hold up
n*ggas actin' like groupies, they don’t know us
Little do they know their b*tches f*ckin' on the tour bus
Bad b*tch with me, she so thick
I don't even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even street for real
n*ggas love sneak dissin' on Twitter
They don't want beef for real
And all these n*ggas play like they tough
'Til a n*gga get killed
'Til a n*gga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
I'ma @ your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
I been with you since day one
Savage, I ain't even hatin'
So what's up with all that Instagram sh*t?
Savage, I was just playin'
Y'all pus*y n*ggas fakin'
b*tch, I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your b*tch naked
Come on, man; Savage, you know I always play your mixtape
Yeah, n*gga f*ck all that, ask your b*tch how my di*k tastes