About the song: Young Savage Why You Trappin So Hard Lyrics is written and sung by 21 Savage & Metro Boomin. The title of the song is No Heart.
Young Savage Why You Trappin So Hard Lyrics
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these nig&as cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these nig%as pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m praying to my Glock and my carbon
I sit back and read, like Cat in the hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these nig%as some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I’m a real street nig%as bitch
I am not one of these nig%as bangin’ on wax
Pussy nig%as love sneak dissing ’til I pull up on ’em, slap ’em out with the fire
Wet your mama’s house, wet your grandma’s house, keep shootin’ until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin’ ’round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Panthersville
Eighth grade started playin’ football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking nig%as out, ni^ga like Holyfield
Fast forward nig%a, 2016 and I’m screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don’t even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain’t even street for real
nig%as love sneak dissing on twitter
They don’t want beef for real
And all these nig%as play like they tough
‘Til a nig&a get killed
‘Til a nig&a get spilled,
‘Til your blood get spilled
I’mma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I’m John Dill’
“I been with you since day one. Savage, I ain’t even hating.”
So what’s up with all that Instagram shit?
“Savage, I was just playin’.”
Y’all pussy nig%as fakin’, bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
“Come on, man. Savage, you know I always play your mixtape.”
Yeah, nig%as, fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these nig%as cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these nig%as pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m praying to my Glock and my carbon
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nig%as my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin’, diamonds blangin’, hold up
Pistol swangin’, gang bangin’, hold up
nig%as actin’, like groupies, they don’t know us
Little do they know their bitches fuckin’ on the tour bus
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these nig%as cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers cards?
Cause these nig%as pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nig%a my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
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