Upcoming Concerts for Metro Boomin, 21 Savage & Young Nudy
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Metro Boomin
Programming
21 Savage
Performer
Young Nudy
Performer
OG Ron C
Remixer
DJ Candlestick
Remixer
Peter Lee Johnson
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Lee Johnson
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
Quantavious T. Thomas
Songwriter
David Ruoff
Songwriter
Eli Klughammer
Songwriter
Celso Valli
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Producer
David x Eli
Producer
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Alverne "Vern" Emmanuel
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
This HEROES & VILLAINS (Metro)
Chopped up and not slopped up
I got my youngins in charged
DJ Candlestick in here on the ones and twos with me
Yeah, I promise you my G, she likes it chopped up and not slopped up
It's the Chopstars (Okay) exotic pop edition (Okay)
Okay
Okay, okay, okay
Big 4L, the biggest 4L
Pussy, 21
21 (Chopstars/OVO gang)
G-Block savage with the criminals (21, G)
**** throwin' shots, they subliminal (21)
G-G-Block savage with the criminals (21)
**** throwin' shots, they subliminal (G-G)
G-Block savage with the criminals (21)
**** throwin' shots, they subliminal (21)
Say that this a problem then we spin on 'em (On God)
Get the whole drum 'cause I'm generous (On God)
Put your name on the bullets while I'm fillin' 'em (Pus-pussy)
All the opps scared 'cause we killin' 'em (Pus-pussy)
Eastside vet, I'm a general (Pus-pussy)
All my **** twins, we identical (Pussy)
I put all the beef on the meat rack (Straight up)
Holes in his face, pull the sheet back (Facts)
Threw a-threw a candlelight, skeet that (Phew, phew)
Stepped on her son, call DFAC (Pussy)
Paradise the wrong place to creep at (On God)
He tellin' on the news, he a street rat (21)
Shoot the whole hundred, ****, keep that (Pus-pussy)
Pass the opp pack so I can chief that (Pussy)
Wet 'em, umbrella (Yeah)
Clutchin' glizzys with the fellas (Yeah)
Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (Yeah)
Money, violence go together—
Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (Yeah)
Money, violence go together—
Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (Yeah)
Money, violence go together (Yeah)
Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
Can't name a bitch that made me sweat her (Say what? Yeah)
Cold-hearted, I'm a stepper (21)
These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (Hot)
Give me more shooters, I need it
Give me more plates, know we greedy
We catchin' bodies, we fiendin'
They catchin' bodies, they dreamin'
And I just caught a body with your bitch, she ate semen (Uh-huh)
Suck me up, baby girl, ooh, she's a demon (Wow)
Say she love the money, I say she fiendin'
Set up her ****, I'm plottin' and schemin'
Slimeball (Slime), bitch (Bitch)
Rich as a bitch and they broke like her **** (Huh)
Sit in L.A., sendin' shots to the ****
Cross the country, **** sendin' them hitters (Kill 'em)
**** actin' country, play with me, **** (Kill 'em)
Stick right here make some noise (Boom)
Grip on that bitch, hundred round, can't avoid (Wow)
Bitch shake the ground ain't attached to that boy (Mm)
We shook the crowd when we stepped on that boy
Dif-different breed, different hitters, different killers (Yeah)
Glock .23 and it come with extendo (Yeah)
Switch on the bitch, finna whoop me a **** (Brr, brr, brr)
Think I was his mama when I get done (Brr)
Leavin' no prints on the block (Yeah)
Leavin' a snitch on they block (Yeah)
We left some opps on our block (Yeah)
These **** tur-turnin' to cops (Yeah)
They be makin' song when their partner drop (Damn)
Wet 'em, umbrella (Yeah)
Clutchin' glizzys with the fellas (Yeah)
Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (Yeah)
Money, violence go together (Yeah)
Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
Can't name a bitch that made me sweat her (Say what?)
Cold-hearted, I'm a stepper (21)
These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (Hot)
**** say it's up, they be hidin' though (21)
I can put it on but I still got a stylist though
**** say it's up, they be hidin' though (21)
I can put it on but I still got a stylist though—
**** say it's up, they be hidin' though (21)
I can put it on but I still got a sty-stylist though (On God)
Party in the Hills, all the bitches got a powder nose
Call 'em "Bent over on the cou-counter" hoes (Straight up)
Came from the bottom, I done-I done reached a lot of goals
Reach for my chain, you lotta-lotta holes
Big 4L gone-gone like, "Adiós"
Knock your hood down, ****, domino (21)
I ain't really friendly, ****, fuck 'em all (Pussy)
Clip full of hollows, I'ma bust 'em all (Pussy)
Send 'em up to God with a fuckin' call (Pussy)
Only time I ran is from the fuckin' law
I ain't really friendly, ****, fuck 'em all (Pussy)
Clip full of hollows, I'ma bust 'em all (Pussy)
Send 'em up to God with a fuckin' call (Pussy)
Only time I ran is from the fuckin' law (Pussy)
I ain't really friendly, ****, fuck 'em all (Pussy)
Clip full of hollows, I'ma bust 'em all (Pussy)
Send 'em up to God with a fuckin' call (Pussy)
Only time I ran is from the fuckin' law (Pussy, Met')
Big 4L, she wanna suck us all (Pussy)
I got too much cash for a fuckin' mall (Pussy)
If she ain't my bitch then I ain't fuckin' raw (Pussy)
If she for the streets then I ain't fuckin' raw (Pussy)
Wet 'em, umbrella (Yeah)
Clutchin' glizzys with the fellas (Yeah)
Choppa sing like it's Adele, uh (Yeah)
Money, violence go together (Yeah)
Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
Can't name a bitch that made me sweat her (Say what?)
Cold-hearted, I'm a stepper (21)
These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (Hot)
Bars better start riding around with the sloppy shit, mane
You rap **** out there getting this shit slopped up and not chopped up, mane
Better get your budget right, mane, if you wanna fuck with the Chopstars
It's all I gotta say
Written by: Celso Valli, David Ruoff, Eli Klughammer, Leland Wayne, Peter Lee Johnson, Quantavious T. Thomas, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph