ฟังเพลงImmortal (Explicit)

Song: Immortal

Artist: 21 Savage

Lyrics: Kid Hazel, 21 Savage

Composed: Kid Hazel

21

I feel like the motherf**kin' Grim Reaper

The biggest smoke blower

Put a motherf**kin' chimney on my stick

Brand new MAK-90 with the drum attached

Drum

You a sh*t talker we got drums for that

On God

Tryna fist fight Boy you dumb for that

Stupid

You gon' get a bullet in yo' lung for that

Stupid

Draco get to kickin' like Liu Kang

21

F&N on me in the Mulsanne

Straight up straight up

Glock 19 and a blue flame

Straight up straight up

I was strapped when I slid inside your boo thang

On God

21 immortal we'll never die

21

Loyal to my brothers

Yeah

I'll never lie

On God

Call me bird dog 'cause I cheat and I'm fly

Straight up

And I love winnin' I'm upset if it's a tie

On God

Get you off the ground just to knock you to the floor

Yeah

Let's go blow for blow

Yeah

Let's go toe to toe

Straight up

When it's time to battle they don't never ever show

21

When it's time to battle I'm the first one at the door

21

At the door with a Draco

Don't nobody move I don't wanna have to blow

Rappin' ass n**gas get spin't at they show

That's why I need some help I got a fetish for the smoke

It get fatal in the bottom used to rumble in the den

21

Hit him with a combo gotta finish him

21

AK make you frown since you think you wanna grin

Straight up

Seems like all the models just be falling in my DMs

Yeah

Coolin' on the tec it get hot like scorpion

Hot

I'll burn his ass lil' buster

You thought it was straight

I got some chemicals in this magazine

I'll perm his ass

Wonk ass n**ga

Wanna be a gangsta but he misguided

B**ch

I'll learn his ass

On God n**ga

He went against me and they call 911

21

They had to infirm' his ass

You gon' be next n**ga

How many talks you done got popped Whole bunch

How many times you ran from the smoke N**ga not once

Eastside n**ga f**kin' all the hoes and I love guns

Ain't no f**king diamonds in my mouth n**ga these gold fronts

And we known to handle all the business n**ga ASAP

Had her at the slaughterhouse how the f**k you cake that

Ain't no body shots n**ga you know I told him face that

Now he in the ocean heard they hit him in his wave cap

You took your shot and you missed it

21

I just beat it up and you kissed it

Ugh

Took the rap game and I milked it

Yeah

Took the rap beef and I killed it

Neck on froze like sub-zero dawg

Straight up

He wifed a thot he a hero dawg

Straight up

All I care about is my dinero dawg

On God

Only thing I'm chasing is dinero dawg

Straight up

Dread-headed killer like Cyrax

21

Brought a gun to a fist fight like Jax

Nah f**k that only thing scare me is a rat

Snitch

Slaughter Gang pick your poison dagger or the axe

Straight up

Stand up God they respect my mind

On God

If you foul out get a tec my nine

Straight up

If you ain't a hunnid don't text my line

Lil' b**ch

If you know you hatin' don't check my lives

Snitch

You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal

Ain't nun' changed I'll slaughter your daughter

She said she was a dime but her friend was a quarter

I had a threesome then I flushed a rubber down the toilet

She tried to give me head

It was boring codeine got a n**ga snorin'

I wonder if she woulda slept with the poor me

Savage keep a Draco in the corn beef

Choppa cut you up like Kitana

Ching ching

My choppa in the band it's a drummer

Drummer

Russel westbrook I was strikin' like the thunder

Woah woah

You was somewhere runnin' round whinin' to your momma

21

Ya'll play conservative we gon send a

Straight up

I'm the type to catch a tec foul hit him in his sh*t

On God

He think he a made man hit him in the head

P**sy

Don't you try to run now hit him in the leg

People wanna say the stuff I say but they be scared

P**sy

Turn to lightskin pretty boy red

21

It's a fatality if you try to handle me

Yeah

Real top shotta don't you ever try to romp with me

Got enough bullet that'll kill your whole camp with me

I was bad as hell in school they even tried to cancel me

21

I don't like to talk don't you even try to wrestle me

On God

And my block good you'll never get the best of me

Straight up

You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal

Ain't nun' changed I'll slaughter your daughter

She said she was a dime but her friend was a quarter

I had a threesome then I flushed a rubber down the toilet

She tried to give me head

It was boring codeine got a n**ga snorin'

I wonder if she woulda slept with the poor me

Savage keep a Draco in the corn beef