21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin – Ghostface Killers (feat. Travis Scott)


Planet of the Apes, yeah I hang around gorillas (on god)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
You think that you rich ’cause you got a hundred or more
Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke boy (21)
Goin’ way up, on my way to cut through traffic (what you poppin’)
[Verse 3: Travis Scott]

Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
All of this shit on purpose got these bitches slurpin’
Wherever I go the whole gang gon’ go, yeah (gang)
You a fuckboy, we ain’t with the horseplay (bitch)
Yeah, put on the Patek, poppin’ xannys, I’m an addict
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Rackades on the outfit will make her bounce it
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
Go to the lot and young nigga don’t lease it, I purchase
Mad Max nigga, yeah I hang with the killers (21)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
I, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)

Fox 5 gang, turn you to a candlelight
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it (mama)
Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (yeah)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs (21)
Good drank my life yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah
Niggas ain’t goin’ defeated, we get the guns immediate

Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
I got an over overload like I just sold my soul
Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic (how you goin’?)
Please need the energy, only got a night, yeah (it’s lit)
[Chorus: Offset]
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Trunk in the front, top gotta slide
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
(21) Shrimp ass nigga, did you do your chores today?
Wonder Bread man, make your bitch lick crumbs (yeah)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Audemars Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (bling)

Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike (dick riders)
Jamaican Don Dada, hang ’round the shottas
Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (yeah)
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man
Tom Cruise, I’ma make her see, she snort a mountain
I’m living for my niggas that do life, yeah
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Bitch boy I’m a mobster, shrimp in my pasta
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
After I cut off a thot I give her some money for service (here)
On the couches
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
You cannot tame the ho because you want fame for sure (tame)
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
[Chorus: Offset]

These niggas is broke and it’s pitiful
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man
Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch I’m dabbin’, yeah
Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? (21)
Nike boys, we don’t do three stripes (yeah)
Jumping out the public houses, don’t you come outside
Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz some’
(Straight up)
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Diamonds flashing, need some glasses for the flashing, yeah
Bloody ass is what I’m seeing, it’s way too graphic
[Verse 1: Offset]
Broke, you ain’t us, we don’t speak that language
I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)
Don’t burn in the coupe, it’s an Italy
[Chorus: Offset]
All your pockets on hurting, nigga you can be my servant
Pop the seal and pop the bean, I need the balance (pop it, pop it)
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
[Chorus: Offset]
Watch your fingers ’cause the cactus dangerous (yeah)
You broke ass rappers food, it’s a po boy (21)

We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy