Discover the poetic beauty in ‘150’ by 21 Savage. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 21 Savage or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
(Zaytoven)
Uh-huh
Paper Route business f*ck niggas
Yeah, yeah woah
Yeah woah
Yeah woah
Yeah woah yeah
I’m in somethin’ foreign doin’ a buck 50
She gave that pussy to a trapper now she stuck with me
If you know what I’m ’bout then you know what’s up with me
A whole lotta pharmaceuticals and good weed
Aye, catch me in the trap where all the drugs at
With all the street niggas and the hood rats
Yeah I could f*ck it up and get it right back
I’m from you ain’t shit if you ain’t got a sack
21, 21, 21
Zone 6 to Memphis, that’s a lot of drug dealin’
My bitches say I’m nonchalant ’cause I don’t got feelin’s
I just went and bought a drop, it ain’t got no ceilin’
You went and signed your life away ’cause you a broke nigga
I’m a trapper, rapper, and I’m cut throat nigga
I get a lot of money and a lot of throat nigga
Plus I scrape the sides up
Better not size us
Pillow talkin’, Kanye West, you get your jaw wired up
I’m in somethin’ foreign doin’ a buck 50
She gave that pussy to a trapper now she stuck with me
If you know what I’m ’bout then you know what’s up with me
A whole lotta pharmaceuticals and good weed
Aye, catch me in the trap where all the drugs at
With all the street niggas and the hood rats
Yeah I could f*ck it up and get it right back
I’m from you ain’t shit if you ain’t got a sack
I just bought an orange soda and poured red in it
Might go buy a Bentley just to get some head in it
Got a trap house full of work and ain’t no bed in it
Another house I take no one ’cause I got bread in it
Got the job done, no evidence
I’m infatuated with dead presidents
I’m smokin’ big blunts, loadin’ big guns
I’m with 21, here I come
I’m in somethin’ foreign doin’ a buck 50
She gave that pussy to a trapper now she stuck with me
If you know what I’m ’bout then you know what’s up with me
A whole lotta pharmaceuticals and good weed
Aye, catch me in the trap where all the drugs at
With all the street niggas and the hood rats
Yeah I could f*ck it up and get it right back
I’m from you ain’t shit if you ain’t got a sack