21 Savage Cup Full Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & 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

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
This vibe got my motherf*cking 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 (Grrah)
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 (p*ssy)
Pourin' up syrup till I nod off (21)

[Verse: 21 Savage]
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 (p*ssy)
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
Have my lil' one whack you at a payphone
It's a red light, p*ssy, you'll get smashed on (Skrrt)
I'ma still spin if I forget to put my mask on Straight drop all the work, jays beggin', now the glass gone
Boulevard, I trap from Bedford Pine down to Gladstone
Rich nigga (Woah), 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)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
This vibe got my motherf*cking 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 (Grrah)
Bad bitches love me 'cause I whack shit (Facts)
Whisper in my ear and use your accent (Yeah)
Backseat of the Phantom with a sawed-off (p*ssy)
Pourin' up syrup till I nod off (21)

[Outro]
(Taurus)
Growing up, this generation, they see that
They see, rappers giving they mama this
Ball players giving they baby mama this
Goddamn 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 [?], the next hookah
Next, who gon' buy me a watch, next, who gon' buy me a purse
Bitches don't even want Louie no more, [?], they straight want Birkins