WHERE YOU FROM (Explicit)
21 Savage"WHERE YOU FROM (Explicit)" is a song by 21 Savage, released in 2025 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:06 long and contains 71 lines and 489 words.
Lyrics
0:32Savage, where you from?
0:34G Block where they bum
0:36Shit like Vietnam
0:38Gunsmoke in my lungs
0:40Extendos and them drums
0:42You boys don't want a crumb
0:43They come knock off your king
0:45Then turn around and get your pawns
0:48Gen5 with the switch
0:50Like my nigga Nudy, I'll never leave the 6
0:54Like my nigga Chubbs, I'll never leave the 6
0:57Bitch, don't cut my Tris
0:59You ball up your fists
1:01But we pull up with sticks
1:03He a rat, always got something to say
1:05Gunsmoke, yeah, we cut to the chase
1:07I be strapped while I'm ridin' 'round the A
1:08Tour comin', I'm bringin' the K
1:09Man, you fuck niggas be in the way
1:11Askin' me if I'm with Metro or Drake
1:13'Bout the bros, you get one to your face
1:16Big stepper, them motherfuckers lazy
1:19Why the fuck you think they call me Savage?
1:21Any bitch that I'm fucking the baddest
1:23Never been with a nigga who had it
1:25Then she met me and now I'm her daddy
1:27Zone 6, I grew up in the madness
1:29We come straight in your hood and we smash it
1:31I like robbin' the niggas who flashin'
1:33If you thought it was smoke, nigga, ask me
1:35In the Phantom, just me and my Draco
1:36And these hollows'll hit you in ClayCo
1:38I done brought out a Quagen in Waco
1:40Any less than a ticket is Play-Doh
1:42She gon' eat up that dick when I say so
1:44Ain't no love for a rat, free Queso
1:46I got baking soda and the cake though
1:48Watch show the day and the date, ho
1:50Lord, forgive me, I'm committing sins
1:52Lockin' Ls like I ain't win
1:54Real nigga, I got fake friends
1:56Lotta Ms that I can't spend
1:58Always ready when we can't spin
2:00Ain't a corner that we ain't been
2:02Pussy nigga say he gettin' money, we'll catch him lackin' at the bank then
2:06Buy a pint and put it in the soda
2:08Vacuum seal, tryna hide the odor
2:10Hit the lot and get a new whip
2:12I'm a rich nigga, I go in the motor
2:14Millionaire, but I'm still a soldier
2:16Whack the shooter nigga and who drove you
2:18Big pole like the North Pole, but we keep poles 'cause the streets colder
2:22You ain't like that, stop cappin'
2:24Make a billion, I'ma stop rappin'
2:26Bots on this car, got 'em trackin'
2:28One slip, he get caught in traffic
2:30Used to hide the money in the mattress
2:32Too much of it now, I just stack it
2:34Opps funny like they Tiff Haddish
2:36Rock out with the stick, Lenny Kravitz
2:38Pussy
2:42Pussy
2:44You go against this shit, nigga, you get the belt, nigga
2:48Unlimited belt
2:51All you internet niggas, I see you
2:53All you content creators
2:56Catch you down bad and break your MacBook
2:59Break your iPhone
3:01Bitch-ass nigga, fuck you
3:03You know how I rock, nigga
3:06One up top in the Glock, nigga
Savage, where you from? G Block where they bum Shit like Vietnam Gunsmoke in my lungs Extendos and them drums You boys don't want a crumb They come knock off your king Then turn around and get your pawns Gen5 with the switch Like my nigga Nudy, I'll never leave the 6 Like my nigga Chubbs, I'll never leave the 6 Bitch, don't cut my Tris You ball up your fists But we pull up with sticks He a rat, always got something to say Gunsmoke, yeah, we cut to the chase I be strapped while I'm ridin' 'round the A Tour comin', I'm bringin' the K Man, you fuck niggas be in the way Askin' me if I'm with Metro or Drake 'Bout the bros, you get one to your face Big stepper, them motherfuckers lazy Why the fuck you think they call me Savage? Any bitch that I'm fucking the baddest Never been with a nigga who had it Then she met me and now I'm her daddy Zone 6, I grew up in the madness We come straight in your hood and we smash it I like robbin' the niggas who flashin' If you thought it was smoke, nigga, ask me In the Phantom, just me and my Draco And these hollows'll hit you in ClayCo I done brought out a Quagen in Waco Any less than a ticket is Play-Doh She gon' eat up that dick when I say so Ain't no love for a rat, free Queso I got baking soda and the cake though Watch show the day and the date, ho Lord, forgive me, I'm committing sins Lockin' Ls like I ain't win Real nigga, I got fake friends Lotta Ms that I can't spend Always ready when we can't spin Ain't a corner that we ain't been Pussy nigga say he gettin' money, we'll catch him lackin' at the bank then Buy a pint and put it in the soda Vacuum seal, tryna hide the odor Hit the lot and get a new whip I'm a rich nigga, I go in the motor Millionaire, but I'm still a soldier Whack the shooter nigga and who drove you Big pole like the North Pole, but we keep poles 'cause the streets colder You ain't like that, stop cappin' Make a billion, I'ma stop rappin' Bots on this car, got 'em trackin' One slip, he get caught in traffic Used to hide the money in the mattress Too much of it now, I just stack it Opps funny like they Tiff Haddish Rock out with the stick, Lenny Kravitz Pussy Pussy You go against this shit, nigga, you get the belt, nigga Unlimited belt All you internet niggas, I see you All you content creators Catch you down bad and break your MacBook Break your iPhone Bitch-ass nigga, fuck you You know how I rock, nigga One up top in the Glock, nigga
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