Rapper 21 Savage and producer Metro Boomin are “Runnin” right to the top 10 of the Billboard Hot 100 this week (dated Oct. 17) while his enemies are runnin’ away from him.
The track comes off their joint Savage Mode II album, which debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard 200. The whole city of Atlanta is seen holding and celebrating 21 Savage’s first-ever Grammy for best rap song (“A Lot,” featuring J Cole) in the official visual, which he finally brought back home exactly seven months after the 2020 awards ceremony.
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Am I really hard to please?
Perhaps I have such special needs
I wondered what was wrong with me (haha)
My friends all fall so easily (p—ies)
Called the first one Savage Mode, my mood, that’s what it was (21)
2016, we was ridin’ around, beatin’ n—as up in the club
I know she around for the money, but act like she loyal, I don’t feel the love (21)
I’m so rich, get bored, might wake up, buy me a car just ’cause (on God)
Her titties is hard ’cause she spent a five, my bi— titties cost me a dub (21)
All my bi—es got BBLs, all my bi—es got butts (straight up)
I ain’t with the rap beef, Draco pedophile, all of my opps get touched (straight up)
We ain’t never ran off on no bar, but we still be hoppin’ out a cut (straight up)
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
I leave all my cars
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
All my opps be
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Wiped his nose, it was
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Savage never did no
That Clase for your wife (21), that hookah for your wife (p—y)
I’m Slaughter Gang, p—y, you know I brought my knife (21)
He was talkin’ gangster (21), we caught him at a light (p—y)
I let my young n—a do it, it was free, he wanted a stripe (on God)
Havin’ my way with the cheese, I’m in the den with the thieves (on God)
I know that she ratchet, I could tell by the way that she wearin’ her weave (21)
Smokin’ on Zaza, this sh– came out the garden with Adam and Eve (21)
Chopper go fow-fow, shoot up your pow-wow, n—as tryna make y’all bleed (21)
Got out of line, spanked that baby, we had to rock him to sleep (p—y)
Is it a issue? Keep me a pistol, I ain’t finna diss you (p—y)
All that pillow talk, I’ma have to send The Boogeyman to come get you
Chain hang low like a yo-yo, your bi— ridin’ di– like pogo
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
I leave all my cars
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
All my opps be
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Wiped his nose, it was
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Savage never did no
I bought a Hollywood bi—, the club crucial (on God)
I was at the Met Gala with my shooter (on God)
Slaughter Gang, Gang, we don’t do recruitin’ (21)
Say you ready to catch a body, gotta prove it
Gotta prove that sh–, n—a
Sh– ain’t no motherf—in’ game, n—a
Get your bi— a– whacked, n—a
Big facts, big 4L, n—a
Big Zone 6, n—a
We run the motherf—in’ city, n—a
Y’all n—as know what the f— goin’ on, n—a
Body for body, n—a, money for money, n—a
We skunkin’ everybody
F— your crew, n—a, we’ll kill your crew
P—y, p—y, p—y
(If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you)
“Are things better or worse the second time around?
Can we really do anything more than once?”
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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Leland Wayne, Michael Masser, Pamela Sawyer, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph