21 Savage & Drake – MR RECOUP Lyrics

MR RECOUP Lyrics By 21 Savage

MR RECOUP Lyrics
MR RECOUP Lyrics
  • Artist 21 Savage
  • Featured Drake
  • Title MR RECOUP
  • Album WHAT HAPPENED TO THE STREETS?

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Just bought a pair of new gym fuckin' socks
Chubb's Tyler Perry, he make plays for the block
Wasn't even 'bout to rap on this, but it knocks
When you tryna go? 'Cause it's smoke at the top
Spade at the party, throw them bitches in the truck
We was just on Yonge Street, they was eatin' it up
My life ain't a movie, bitch, it's just us
They can't find the shooter, bitch, 'cause it's us
Us, us, it was us
**** shot my brother, now I don't know who to trust
My opps be so broke that we've been shootin' at the bus
Bro say, "Play it patient," nah, dog, I'm in a rush
I'm tryna buck
Aye, I'm tryna shoot, he tryna clutch, aye
I'm tryna add him to the list like a deluxe, aye
I'm tryna watch the windshield fall from off his truck, aye
I'm tryna smack his twin, show him it wasn't luck, pussy
Damn, Alex Moss, that's a really big chain
Really it's no wonder why my neck is in pain
Damn, Iceman, your initials just changed
Mr. Recoup, that's my other nickname
Spade at the party, long wheel, bass range
Chances are I'll probably never see these hoes again
No Face B, that's my motherfuckin' hitter
Drake is your daddy and he couldn't find a sitter
Every single year, what I'm grossin', it get bigger
If I really pop it, I'll have some **** triggered (My bad)
I ain't no real rapper, I'm a fucking gravedigger (Pussy)
He don't like me 'cause my **** killed one of his **** (Bitch)
Pitch-black paint, but the seats, they vanilla (Go)
I converse with CEOs, you talk on the pillow (Go)
Watch me do the trainin' then smack your main hitter (21)
I got fifty-somethin' old schools like my name Spitta (21)
All these **** cap, they exaggerating hats (Pussy)
Go against the mob, you be layin' on your back
I don't speculate, if I speak, then it's the facts (Facts)
We the type of **** cut the tails off the rats (Bitch)
Us, us, it was us
**** shot my brother, now I don't know who to trust
My opps be so broke that we been shootin' at the bus
Bro say, "Play it patient," nah, dog, I'm in a rush
I'm tryna buck

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