21 Savage - BETRAYED lyrics
21 Savage [Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph]
[21 Savage - BETRAYED lyrics]
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 or
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
She 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 with the backend
Still on tour with a MAC-10
Count a couple Ms, I'm clappin'
Make sure the fans 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 Sarge'
Hit him with the AK, make him burn carbs
I brought my Thunder to Los Angeles
Paul George
Make a brick, do the woah with a Ford
Got a thot pregnant, woah, hit abort
Niggas know I'm geeked, high on the moon
21, made man, bada boom
Pussyboy, you're lukewarm, not cool
Glock, Ruger, KelTec, rob who?
Your baby momma 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 or
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
She do in the street
Just don't make me look like a clown
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 or
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
She 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 with the backend
Still on tour with a MAC-10
Count a couple Ms, I'm clappin'
Make sure the fans 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 Sarge'
Hit him with the AK, make him burn carbs
I brought my Thunder to Los Angeles
Paul George
Make a brick, do the woah with a Ford
Got a thot pregnant, woah, hit abort
Niggas know I'm geeked, high on the moon
21, made man, bada boom
Pussyboy, you're lukewarm, not cool
Glock, Ruger, KelTec, rob who?
Your baby momma 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 or
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
She do in the street
Just don't make me look like a clown
Add extended interpretation
If you know what the artist is talking about, can read between the lines, and know the history of the song, you can add interpretation to the lyrics. After checking by our editors, we will add it as the official interpretation of the song!
Latest added interpretations to lyrics