เนื้อเพลง Nee-nah - 21 Savage

I took a ballerina down to the ball dance
Met a couple ball players, found a ball stance
Now we in the bathroom, she found a ball face
Took some shots and balled out, now how the stall taste?
I can't even go inside, my old hoes might hear
I might need to hit the town, I need you right here, right here
'Til she reached in the trunk and found a nina
I told her, "Baby, that's Nina Simone"
Ayy, drivin' through the liquor store faded, braided
Hands in this motherf*cker wavin', hazy
'80s like the '90s and 2000s (Tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh)
Drivin' through this motherf*cker, wildin'
Ayy, Brady seven pack, they come in bunch
I been with the 'quad on a high note, gettin' C-notes
Different presentation to this vibe, you need a keynote
Presi' 'round this motherf*cker, I ain't sendin' vetos
Ain't no stoppin' sh*t or stoppin' licks, them boys on G-O
Battin' out the 504, I saved her name as "Creole"
Balance when I'm on a road, I get the go and T-O
Dominatrix Matrix when she do it like I'm Neo
Sh*t is off its sockets, they lock in
Mama said live up to my name, but they jockin'
They gon' try go and take your face for the profit
They gon' lie, they gon' slip and slide, get beside ya
They gon' try, we a hundred deep like Verizon
In the trees with the bumble bees on horizon
Ain't catchin' Zs, I been in in the V, on road to Zion
Sell they souls, hoppin' in that mode that I ain't buyin'

He ain't Slaughter Gang, then he ain't official (Yeah)
When that chopper sing, you really think that they gon' miss you?
I spent a half a million dollars on dismissals
It's gon' be a hearse, not a verse if I diss you (Mhm)
Got me f*cked up, n*gga, got me f*cked up (Yeah)
When I send it past the ceilin', that sh*t stuck up
All that talkin', actin' tough get you roughed up (21, 21)
If your wifey at the spot, she gettin' bust up (21, 21)

Rich n*gga, got my strap from Tommy Hilfiger (21)
Red, white, and blue, American, I kill n*ggas (P*ssy)
Spray his block and then pull off, this a real dipple (Skrrt)
Bottega pick my cotton, but I'm a field n*gga (On God)
I be sittin' inside the house 'cause I don't feel n*ggas (F*ck 'em)
F*ck with Baby, but my baby like to drill n*ggas (BabyDrill)
Claustrophobic, I don't even like to chill with 'em (21)
Guess I'm fake since everybody say they real n*ggas (On God)
Got a whoopin', but you still ain't learned your lesson, huh? (P*ssy)
Hard-headed, you won't end up on a stretcher, huh? (P*ssy)
Oh, you Usher now, you givin' out confessions, huh? (P*ssy)
On the blogs like these hoes, oh, you messy, huh? (P*ssy)
Put a Louis logo on my switch
I know Virgil probably lookin' down like, "Damn, this n*gga back on that sh*t" (21)
Back inside the club with my blick (21)
Playin' freeze tag, sh*t, I'm tryna see who it (On God)
N*ggas say we opps, when they see me, don't do sh*t (On God)
Only person believe that you a killer is your b*tch (21)
Makin' diss songs, this n*gga died about a diss (Facts)
If I see my opps while I'm in cuffs, then I'ma spit (P*ssy)
Wanna kill the world about your b*tch 'cause she on d*ck (21)
Thinkin' 'bout the hoes that I'ma sh*t on while I piss (21)
You ain't heard my music, why you ballin' up your fists? (21)
Reverb on the chopper, it go, "Baow" when it hit (21)

He ain't Slaughter Gang, then he ain't official (Yeah)
When that chopper sing, you really think that they gon' miss you?
I spent a half a million dollars on dismissals
It's gon' be a hearse, not a verse if I diss you (Mhm)
Got me f*cked up, n*gga, got me f*cked up (Yeah)
When I send it past the ceilin', that sh*t stuck up
All that talkin', actin' tough get you roughed up (21, 21)
If your wifey at the spot, she gettin' bust up