IV
Anna B. Savage Lyrics


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Solid nigga, real street nigga
A hundred percent, a hundred and ten percent
Ain't no cut on this shit, nigga
This shit blue magic, nigga, like Frank Lucas nigga on God

Four trap spots at the bottom of the hill (Straight up)
Tryna diss Savage, that'll prolly get you killed (On god)
I get my shooter smoked, I think he finna spill (Swear)
The beans, I got X, dawg, 75 cents a pill (21)
Tez took a 15, finna come back on a pill (Free Tez)
Pop took 19 'fore he was 19, made me shed a tear (Free Pop)
Blew up on me own, no cosigns I was stiff (On God)
I swear I went like six times platinum 'fore I signed my deal (Straight up)
We used to cut MAC 90s before they made them Dracs (On my mama)
I'm so Slaughter Gang, I'ma nut on her face (21)
Captain Save-A-Ho, you might get shot in your cape (On god)
Niggas drop a mixtape, then they tattoo they face (Lil' pussy)
Niggas drop an album, then pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch)
Imagine every hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you?
He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster
I got niggas down to roll, for a flock, they'll shank you (On God)
Give me head in a brand new car (Yeah)
Hit her from the back, need Geico, (21)
She got fat 'cause a nigga made her stay in the house so I got the bitch lipo (Straight up)
Ridin' 'round town with a Glock, but if it's a hit I'ma use my rifle (On God)
You can ask all the opps, niggas know 4L gang go psycho (I swear)

Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass
You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga

Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow
Brrr-bow-bow-bow-bow
I wanted to come in, know what I'm talkin' about
'Cause you talkin' that shit
This that Zone 6 shit for y'all niggas
(Stop all that cap-ass shit)

I'm a Zone 6-er Mr. Remixer
Mr. Fuck-Her-Then-I-Hit-Her-Pass-Her-To-My-Nigga
Only thing I smoke on is a big Swisher
And I don't sip liquor, I sip lean, yes, sir
Pull up on the curb, hope I serve a nigga bird (Serve a bird)
Who run the block? Slimeball, that's the word (Slime)
Get a nigga topped, off top, non-stop, on my block
I got shooters totin' their Glock, it's a 30 in his Glock (Yeah that 30)
Niggas ain't rockin' how we rockin', we rock-solid (4L)
And I keep them blues in my pocket, ten thousand (Uh huh)
Five on your head, nigga, get your head chopped (Do that)
Ride through my hood and I got the top chopped (What?)
Off, when I ride off (What?)
Smoke gas, cough (Dude)
Bitch give me mouth (Uh huh)
Big dawg, boss (Big dawg)
Y'all know what it cost (You know)
Just to be a boss (Be a boss)
Well, you gotta wipe some niggas off
You gotta run off on the plug
You gotta shoot at some nigga
Let him know you don't give no fucks
If he really 'bout that life, then, nigga, show you 'bout your business
Don't be schemin' on a hunnid, nigga, run up you a million

Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass
You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga (21, 21)

I was little, now I'm bigger (Now I'm bigger)
I was broke, now I'm worth eight figures (Eight figures)
It's either you against us or you with us (Lil' bitch)
Malcolm might get killed in the middle (On God)
Mini-14, I was 17 first time I shot it
Nigga, I was on Glenfair (On my mama, dawg)
Went hollow, Collier Ridge to VC
Robbin', landin', all the way to Line Street, they don't play fair (21, 21)
If you make your bed, you gon' lay there (You gon' lay there)
Made a hunnid on Austin off my cell, yeah (Off my cell, yeah)
It was a trap spot and I used to stay there (On God)
On my dead brother, I kept a K there (Straight up)
Tryna spend the night, you must be fuckin' or somethin' (Lil' bitch)
I want you to suck me like you suckin' your thumb (21)
Savage rich as fuck, but I save money like a bum (On God)
Made it to the top, but I give back to the slum (Straight up)

Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass
You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass




Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6, ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Anna B. Savage's song "IV" contain vivid and raw descriptions of street life and the experiences of a trap artist. The lyrics are filled with references to drug dealing, violence, and the struggles of growing up in Zone 6, a neighborhood in Atlanta notorious for its crime rates.


The opening lines emphasize the authenticity of the singer's street credibility and their involvement in illegal activities. They boast of being a solid and real street nigga, giving their all and selling pure drugs with the potency of blue magic, comparing themselves to Frank Lucas from the film American Gangster.


Throughout the song, the lyrics touch on themes of loyalty, loyalty rewarded with violence, and the reality of the dangerous and unglamorous aspects of life in the trap. There are references to trap spots, dissing rivals, hiring a shooter, and the harsh consequences when someone talks too much or betrays loyalty.


The lyrics also mention personal struggles and the pressure to succeed in the music industry, as well as the constant need for protection and vigilance. The metaphors and descriptions used in the song paint a vivid picture of the gritty and dangerous environment that the singer is navigating while trying to maintain their authenticity and rise above their circumstances.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ahmar Bailey, Quantavious Thomas, Roshwita Bacha, She'yaa Abraham-Joseph

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