21 Savage Lyrics , Whoa Lyrics
21 Savage Lyrics , Whoa Lyrics

21 Savage Lyrics , Whoa Lyrics

Whoa21 Savage

(Pull-up in the trenches, pull-up in the trenches)
Pull-up in the trenches, pull-up in the trenches (skirt skirt)
I was selling dope when I was fourteen (fourteen)
Re’in up with fifty what the f_ck you mean? (f_ck you n_ggas mean)
The f_ck you n_ggas mean (21 21)
Robbed em for two bands back there by the park [?]
Don’t you pull down in them ‘partments after dark (don’t you do it)
Five n_ggas five choppas and a brick a hard (brick a hard)
Neighbor callin 12 she say we making noise (making noise)
I pull up in the coupe you know it push start (push start)
I been jumped in the street I had a push start (blatt blatt)
Drank sippin lane switching with the gang b_tch (gang b_tch)
Girl stop you know your baby daddy lame b_tch (that n_gga lame b_tch)
You say you wanna shoot we on the same sh_t (bloaw bloaw)
The sh_t a n_gga tote will make a plane flip (pew pew pew)
VVS’s make a n_gga chain drip (drip drip)
Choppa flip a n_gga like Liu Kang kicks (hiyukan)

Smokin outta bag (Woah)
Count a lotta cash (Woah)
Drank a lotta syrup (Woah)
Pop a lotta xans (Woah)
Cook a lotta bricks (Woah)
Hit a lotta liqs (Woah)
Tote a lotta sticks (Woah)
F_ck a n_ggas b_tch (Woah)
Pull up in a Porsche (Woah)
Pull up in a ‘Rari (Woah)
Pull up on a Harley (Woah)
B_tch I beg your pardon (Woah)
I been getting money (Woah)
You been doing nothing (Woah)
Baby daddy sorry (Woah)
I been counting hundreds (Woah)

B_tch you know your baby daddy sorry hoe (he sorry hoe)
I pull up in a Benz & a ‘Rari hoe (in a ‘Rari hoe)
Valet walk up on me when I hit the door (skirt skirt)
I take that double cup and then I pour a fo’ (mudd mudd)
I’m sippin codeine on the plane jack (on the plane jack)
First class sh_t with the gang jack (21 21 21)
How much you gon’ pay me for your chain back (your chain back)
P_ssy ass n_gga got his chain snatched (p_ssy)
21 Gang you know I claim that (21 21)
These n_ggas say they shooting where your aim at (21 21 21)
N_ggas say they banging got they stain snatched (pew pew)
Boy you know you been a lame since like way back (blatt blatt blatt)
I pull up on your hoe and then I d_ck her down (I d_ck her down)
Ridin’ round the city with a hundred pounds (shhhhhhhh)
Ridin’ through your hood with a hundred rounds (pew pew pew)
If I catch a play then imma gun em down (pew pew pew pew)

Smokin outta bag (Woah)
Count a lotta cash (Woah)
Drank a lotta syrup (Woah)
Pop a lotta xans (Woah)
Cook a lotta bricks (Woah)
Hit a lotta liqs (Woah)
Tote a lotta sticks (Woah)
F_ck a n_ggas b_tch (Woah)
Pull up in a Porsche (Woah)
Pull up in a ‘Rari (Woah)
Pull up on a Harley (Woah)
B_tch I beg your pardon (Woah)
I been getting money (Woah)
You been doing nothing (Woah)
Baby daddy sorry (Woah)
I been counting hundreds (Woah)