21 Savage, Babydrill - 30 Deep (feat. 21 Savage)

(Mike WiLL) Young Rari, yeah, yeah (WiLL, WiLL) (Mike WiLL), yeah, yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa (WiLL, WiLL) (Mike WiLL), yeah, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa (WiLL, WiLL) (Mike WiLL), whoa, straight up (Mike WiLL Made-It), yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa, straight up, straight up In Mechanicsville, I got my switch, yeah, we 30 deep SF90, this bitch cost an M, fuckin' up yo' skreet Real dranker, pourin' muddy, I see Wockhardt when I pee I'ma step on all my opps 'til I got bunions on my feet In the room with cold killers, better bundle up 'round me 21, I'm golden child and they gon' gun you down 'bout me I still ain't bumped into a bitch that I felt like I need I pointed at the ground, and she got right down on her knees This a new Bottega jacket, don't fuck off the money, stack it Buddy work at Lids, cappin', Draco lights, camera, action Drive the 'Cat, take off the traction, put my mask down, get active Flip the switch, these bullets rapid, I don't scam, but I brought my MAC in Shoot the promoter, don't play with my backend, pussy He on the front page, I eat the plate and the entrée King Smoke, get a hard-on for gun play, I'm in one hollow, the one-way I done got money with the whole town, long live LC Dante Huh, Young Crew geeked off Addys, nigga (geeked up), pull up, pop at addys, nigga (buh-buh) 30 in this Glock, pop out, I turned it automatic, nigga (30) Creep on block, it's blastin', nigga (yeah), freak ho eat me nasty, nigga (yeah) This 'Cat faster than cheetahs when BabyDrill or Evil Savage in it Caught my opps, we high (high), I'm talmbout higher than a pilot, nigga Slid with a mask, but they still scream my name 'cause they know I get wicked (BabyDrill) Fentanyl turn 'em up a notch (fentanyl), he don't know nothin' but use the Glocks (buh-buh) ScoreGod, rockin' out to Wock', huh, I'm thug life, feelin' like I'm 'Pac In Mechanicsville, I got my switch, yeah, we 30 deep SF90, this bitch cost an M, fuckin' up yo' skreet Real dranker, pourin' muddy, I see Wockhardt when I pee I'ma step on all my opps 'til I got bunions on my feet In the room with cold killers, better bundle up 'round me 21, I'm golden child and they gon' gun you down 'bout me I still ain't bumped into a bitch that I felt like I need I pointed at the ground and she got right down on her knees