CUP FULL - 21 Savage

I think the way we grew up

Our childhood, our parents worried about way stronger things

Than those type of feelings, those type of emotions

We don't know how to, like, cope with agony

We cope with bad things by doing drugs

Sippin' syrup, smoking weed, poppin' Percs, doin' ecstasy

Woah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah

Woah

This vibe got my motherfucking cup full (Bitch)

I was sellin' mid-grade in middle school (Bitch)

Watch me work the corner like the rent due (21)

Lead in the chopper like a pencil (Grraow)

Bad bitches love me 'cause I whack shit (Facts)

Whisper in my ear and use your accent (Yeah)

Back seat of the Phantom with a sawed-off (Pussy)

Pourin' up syrup 'til I nod off (21)

Bought a penthouse wit' a pool in it (Woah)

Cut a bitch off, she was too friendly (Woah)

Nuggets in the charm, these ain't rhinestones (Pussy)

Beggin' me for money, get the dial tone (Click)

Okay, put this on your tongue, it have your mind gone (21)

Solid as it get, I put the tribe on (21, 21)

Captain Save-a-Ho done put his cape on (Duck)

Have my lil' one whack you at a payphone

It's a red light, pussy, you'll get smashed on (Skrrt)

I'ma still spin if I forget to put my mask on (21)

Straight drop all the work, J's beggin', now the glass gone (Gone)

Boulevard, I trap from Bedford Pine down to Gladstone (Woah)

Rich nigga, walk inside my closet, all the pants Chrome

Bitches see me out, they grab they phone and cut the flash on

Stick hit his ass in the arm, now that nigga got a cast on

He a bitch and he a bitch and they know they'll get crashed on (Pussies)

This vibe got my motherfucking cup full (Bitch)

I was sellin' mid-grade in middle school (Bitch)

Watch me work the corner like the rent due (21)

Lead in the chopper like a pencil (Grraow)

Bad bitches love me 'cause I whack shit (Facts)

Whisper in my ear and use your accent (Yeah)

Back seat of the Phantom with a sawed-off (Pussy)

Pourin' up syrup 'til I nod off (21)

(Taurus)

Growing up, this generation, they see that

They see rappers giving they damn baby mama this

Ball players giving they baby mama this

Goddamn, the street niggas giving they hoes this

So it ain't like don't nobody wanna work for it no more

Don't nobody wanna be independent

They just waking up for the next ball, the next hookah (Facts)

Next who gon' buy me a watch, next who gon' buy me a purse

Bitches don't even want Louis no more, Binz, they want, they straight want Birkins