LYRICS OF " BETRAYED " - 21 Savage - LYRICS

LYRICS OF " BETRAYED "  - 21 Savage - LYRICS

21 Savage - " BETRAYED " (Lyrics)

Lyrics of the song " BETRAYED "  the artist 21 Savage

I been betrayed before, I done been played before

Givin' 'em all the smoke, givin' 'em all

I done been left in the rain, I ain't have nowhere to go

I feel less of a man, I can't depend on a ho

They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound

Don't care if it's war, we fuckin' on bitches, I'm holdin' 'em down

If she a hustler, fine and honest, I'm bringin' her 'round

I told her, "I don't care what you do in the street

Just don't make me look like a clown"

Big dawg status, my play money, whole M stacks in the PayPal

Caught a opp' hangin' at a barbecue and fucked around and shot the whole playground

Eastside nigga 'bout gunplay, say the wrong thing, we'll chase y'all

Hit 'em broad-day with a AR, 12 still tryna get the case off

One twenty-five wsa the backend, still on tour with a MAC-10

Count a couple Ms, I'm clappin', make sure the Phantom get a fraction

Don't think I'm just rappin' and all these lyrics cappin'

Talkin' out his neck, we right hook, left hook, stomped and slapped him

VVs in my ear, I look like a star

Plain Jane Richard, I coulda bought a car

If she ain't givin' top, we gon' let her starve

Your shooter wrote a statement, so now we call him Searge'

Hit him with the AK, make him burn carbs

I brought my Thunder to Los Angeles, Paul George

Make a brick, do the whoa with a Ford

Got a thot pregnant, whoa, hit abort

Niggas know I'm geeked, high on the moon

21, made man, bada-boom

Pussy boy, you're lukewarm, not cool

Glock, Ruger, KelTec, rob who?

Your baby mama went to Cali

She touchin' the city, we gettin' 'em gone

We really tryna catch a body

You just tryna catch a body in a song

I let down my guard, I showed her my heart

She couldn't believe it was chrome

Them pants thirty-five hunnid

Mediocre rappers can't put 'em on

I been betrayed before, I done been played before

Givin' 'em all the smoke, givin' 'em all

I done been left in the rain, I ain't have nowhere to go

I feel less of a man, I can't depend on a ho

They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound

Don't care if it's war, we fuckin' on bitches, I'm holdin' 'em down

If she a hustler, fine and honest, I'm bringin' her 'round

I told her, "I don't care what you do in the street

Just don't make me look like a clown"