Ghostface Killers
21 Savage Offset & Metro Boomin Lyrics
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Automatic (auto), automatics (yeah), in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek, uh)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man
Yeah, put on the Patek, pave setting, I'm an addict
Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy
Diamonds flashing, need some glasses for the flashing, yeah
Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch I'm dabbin', yeah
All of this shit on purpose got these bitches slurpin'
All your pockets on hurting, nigga you can be my servant
Go to the lot and young nigga don't lease it, I purchase
After I cut off a thot I give her some money for service
Wherever I go the whole gang gon' go, yeah (fame)
You cannot tame the ho because you want fame for sure (tame)
You think that you rich 'cause you got a hundred or more
I got an over overload like I just sold my soul
I, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas
I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it (mama)
Niggas ain't goin' defeated, we get the guns immediate
Don't burn in the Coupe, it's an Italy
You niggas is broke and it's pitiful
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man
Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs (21)
Wonder Bread man, make your bitch lick crumbs (yeah)
Audemar Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (bling)
Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz some'
Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke boy (21)
You broke ass rappers food, it's a po boy (21)
Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike (dick riders)
Fox 5 gang, turn you to a candlelight
Bitch boy, I'm a mobster, shrimp in my pasta
Jamaican Don Dada, hang 'round the shottas
Mad Max nigga, yeah I hang with the killers (21)
Planet of the Apes, yeah I hang around gorillas (on god)
I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)
You a fuckboy, we ain't with the horseplay (bitch)
Shrimp ass nigga, did you do your chores today? (21)
Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? (21)
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man
Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (yeah)
Trunk in the front, top gotta slide
Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (yeah)
Jumping out the public houses, don't you come outside
(Straight up)
Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic (it's lit)
Goin' way up, on my way to cut through traffic (what you poppin')
Pop the ceiling, pop the bean, I need the balance (pop it, pop it)
Bloody ass is what I'm seeing, it's way too graphic
Watch your fingers 'cause the cactus dangerous (yeah)
Broke, you ain't us, we don't speak that language
On the couches
Tom Cruise, I'ma make her see, she snort a mountain
Rackades on the outfit will make her bounce it
Good drank my life yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah
Please need the energy, only got a night, yeah (it's lit)
Nike boys, we don't do three stripes (yeah)
I'm living for my niggas that do life, yeah
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man
The lyrics of 21 Savageโs song Ghostface Killers describe a luxurious and violent lifestyle, where the rapper boasts about his expensive possessions and his association with gang violence. The song also features references to Wu-Tang and Ghostface Killah, perhaps as an indication of 21 Savageโs admiration for their music and style. Throughout the song, the rapper emphasizes his superiority and his dominance over others, as he talks about his drug dealing and the way he uses violence to obtain what he wants.
Additionally, there is a focus on 21 Savageโs love for Patek watches and his addiction to drugs such as Adderall and Xanax. The chorus of the song talks about automatic guns and the power and status that come with being part of a gang that has no name. The verse goes on to describe the violence that 21 Savage is willing to subject others to, especially those who do not show him enough respect. He ends the verse by declaring his willingness to do anything it takes to maintain his lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Metro Boomin wants to produce more music
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
There are automatic guns in the trunk of the car
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Kill those who are weak or useless
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
Likes women and Adderall, and loves his Patek watch
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
There is tension, so show what you're really worth
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
They are dangerous Ghostface killers, associated with Wu-Tang and 21 news gang
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
They are drug dealers who own a powerful Mulsanne car
Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
They are drug dealers, with no gang affiliation, and an anonymous shooter
We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man
They'll show off and intimidate by barging into someone's home
Yeah, put on the Patek, poppin' xannys, I'm an addict
He's addicted to drugs and popping Xanax, but loves his Patek watch
Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy
They have sex on the drug Adderall, breaking the mattress in the process
Diamonds flashing, need some glasses for the flashing, yeah
His diamonds are so bright that they need sunglasses to look at them
Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch I'm dabbin', yeah
He's confident and stylish, dancing like Michael Jackson
All of this shit on purpose got these bitches slurpin'
He purposely shows off his wealth and power to impress women
All your pockets on hurting, nigga you can be my servant
He is wealthy and wants others to serve him
Go to the lot and young nigga don't lease it, I purchase
He buys expensive things instead of leasing them
After I cut off a thot I give her some money for service
After breaking up with a woman, he gives her money for sexual services
Wherever I go the whole gang gon' go, yeah (fame)
He is famous and his whole gang comes with him wherever he goes
You cannot tame the ho because you want fame for sure (tame)
You can't control a promiscuous woman just for fame
You think that you rich 'cause you got a hundred or more
Having only $100 doesn't make you truly rich
I got an over overload like I just sold my soul
He's so rich and powerful that it's like he sold his soul to the devil
I, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas
He drinks a mixture of codeine and soda, and wears Adidas stripes
I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it (mama)
He has a foreign woman that he has sex with
Niggas ain't goin' defeated, we get the guns immediate
They are always ready with guns, and don't lose fights
Don't burn in the Coupe, it's an Italy
They don't worry about getting killed in the car, even if it's expensive
These niggas is broke and it's pitiful
Other men are poor and it's sad
Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs (21)
Comparing himself to a famous dictator and threatening others with violence
Wonder Bread man, make your bitch lick crumbs (yeah)
He's like a wealthy hero who saves women from their poor men
Audemar Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (bling)
His expensive watch is so heavy that it makes his wrist feel numb
Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz some'
They grab a gun to take care of a problem
Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke boy
He sells cocaine
You broke ass rappers food, it's a po boy
He's wealthy and looks down on poor rappers
Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike (dick riders)
He thinks everyone sounds the same and follows trends
Fox 5 gang, turn you to a candlelight
His gang is dangerous and can easily kill others
Bitch boy, I'm a mobster, shrimp in my pasta
He's a dangerous man who eats shrimp in his pasta
Jamaican Don Dada, hang 'round the shottas
He's like a powerful Jamaican man who hangs around with dangerous people
Mad Max nigga, yeah I hang with the killers (21)
He's like a character from Mad Max who hangs around dangerous people
Planet of the Apes, yeah I hang around gorillas (on god)
He's like a character from Planet of the Apes who hangs around dangerous gorillas
I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)
He has multiple guns and uses them during the day
You a fuckboy, we ain't with the horseplay (bitch)
He doesn't want to joke around with weak men
Shrimp ass nigga, did you do your chores today? (21)
He's making fun of weak men who do chores and aren't tough
Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? (21)
He's threatening to kill those who cross him
Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (yeah)
He's like a powerful god who comes from above and is wild
Trunk in the front, top gotta slide
He has a car where the trunk is in the front and the top slides back
Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (yeah)
They take risks and do dangerous things to keep their lifestyle going
Jumping out the public houses, don't you come outside
They jump out of buildings and don't want anyone to interfere
(Straight up)
Affirmative, what he's saying is true
Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic (it's lit)
He wants to keep his private life secret, while going to a club called Magic
Goin' way up, on my way to cut through traffic (what you poppin')
He's going to leave the traffic behind and go to a club, asking what people are doing
Pop the ceiling, pop the bean, I need the balance (pop it, pop it)
He takes drugs and wants to feel balanced and in control
Bloody ass is what I'm seeing, it's way too graphic
He's seeing someone who is injured or dead, and it's too much to handle
Watch your fingers 'cause the cactus dangerous (yeah)
He's warning others to be careful around a dangerous plant
Broke, you ain't us, we don't speak that language
There's a difference between being rich and poor, and they don't want to communicate with poor people
On the couches
They're lounging on luxurious couches
Tom Cruise, I'ma make her see, she snort a mountain
He compares himself to a famous actor who will impress a woman with drugs
Rackades on the outfit will make her bounce it
Expensive clothes will help a woman dance and impress him
Good drank my life yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah
He likes to drink and smoke, comparing his smoking pipe to needing CPR
Please need the energy, only got a night, yeah (it's lit)
He wants to party and needs energy to last the night
Nike boys, we don't do three stripes (yeah)
They only wear Nike shoes, not Adidas
I'm living for my niggas that do life, yeah
He's living life for his friends who are in prison
Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jacques Webster, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Leland Tyler Wayne, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@arshaanhisamuddin4923
This song needs a music video
@salviaaable
in my head haha
@hassanhaq3570
They better film it in a graveyard
@nellybabysmith9645
wit cardi b firreee shit
@BBK113
@Ugly Bool what did she do to you lol
@gurt9222
BBK113 stole a grammy from travis scott
@icedtrs8455
When everyone actually worked hard in the group project
@julianrodriguez9832
Underrated
@pag-brawlstars1970
^
@ilijastankovic6065
@8rodeo nah, saw the exact same joke 500 times before this