Lettuce lyrics

[Intro: 21 Savage]
(808 Mafia)
Woah, woah, woah

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Young n*gga got the streets on lock
Young n*gga got a 30 on his Glock
I'm a addict at chasing paper, can't stop
Put your arm inside the bowl until it lock (Woah)
Drop my nuts and let 'em hang, n*gga, I'm gang (Woah)
Two revolvers on my waist, John Wayne
f*cking this ratchet b*tch I met in Blue Flame
n*gga, I kick the sh*t, lucan
Yeah, pop that sh*t, yeah
Rich n*gga convo, n*gga, talk that sh*t
Yah, sipping out syrup I don't need cough up sh*t
Yah, real shooters with me, like to chalk up sh*t
n*gga real talk, got a real bowl and a real fork
Whip it real hard, this a real sword
b*tch I'm Slaughter Gang, we hit real hard

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
n*gga, we don't know y'all boys
Y'all ain't making no noise
Hang with real trappers, n*gga we ain't doing no frauds
Got a Christian Lou' fetish, count a lotta lettuce
Bank account heavy, money long and I'm deadly
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Oh my God, still hanging in the six, n*gga
Oh my God, and I came from selling nic's, n*gga
Oh my God, Savage made a couple hits, n*gga
Oh my God, but I'm known for sending hits, n*gga
Oh my God, I might doo-doo on the beat, n*gga
Oh my God, Bentley doo-doo on the street, n*gga
Oh my God, I act a as*h*le, b*tch boy
Got me back in Savage Mode

[Verse 3: St. Laz]

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
n*gga we don't know y'all boys
Y'all ain't making no noise
Hang with real trappers, n*gga we ain't doing no frauds
Got a Christian Lou' fetish, count a lotta lettuce
Bank account heavy, money long and I'm deadly
n*gga we don't know y'all boys
Y'all ain't making no noise
Hang with real trappers, n*gga we ain't doing no frauds
Got a Christian Lou' fetish, count a lotta lettuce
Bank account heavy, money long and I'm deadly