21 Savage — Lettuce

[Verse 1: 21 Savage] Young nigga got the streets on lock Young nigga got a 30 on his Glock I'm a addict at chasing paper, can't stop Put your arm inside the bowl until it lock Drop my nuts and let'em hang, nigga I'm gang Two revolvers on my waist, John Wayne Fucking this ratchet bitch I made "?" Nigga I keep the shit, louis king nine Yeah, pop the shit Yeah,rich nigga convo Nigga, talk that shit Yah, sipping out syrup I don't need cough up shit Yah, real shooters with me like the chalk up shit Nigga real talk, got a real bowl and a real fork Whip real hard, this a real sword Bitch I'm Slaughter Gang, we hit real hard Nigga we don't know y'all boys Y'all ain't making no noise Hang with real trappers, nigga we ain't doing no "?" Got a Christian Lou' fetish, count a lotta lettuce Bank account heavy, money long and I'm deadly Oh my God, still hanging in the six, nigga Oh my God, and I came from selling this, nigga Oh my God, Savage made a couple hits, nigga Oh my God, but I'm known for sending hits, nigga Oh my God, I might do the "?", nigga Oh my God, (?) on the street, nigga Oh my God, I act a asshole, bitch boy Got me back in Savage Mode [Verse 2: St. Laz] [Verse 3: 21 Savage] (2x) Nigga we don't know y'all boys Y'all ain't making no noise Hang with real trappers, nigga we ain't doing no "?" Got a Christian Lou' fetish, count a lotta lettuce Bank account heavy, money long and I'm deadly