Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Don’t Come out the House’ 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.
Bang outside, I hang outside
Don’t come out the house ’cause the gang outside
Bang outside, I hang outside
Don’t come out the house ’cause the gang outside
Bang outside, hang outside
Don’t come out the house ’cause the gang outside
Bang outside, hang outside
Don’t come out the house ’cause the gang outside
Thirteen, got my first stripe, first stripe
Glenwood road, where they shiest, nigga
Slaughter Gang so I keep a knife, nigga
We was broke so all we ate was rice, nigga
Paid the J’s to cut on my mama’s lights, nigga
Come get your bitch, she tryna spend the night, nigga (straight up)
You a bitch, that make her a dyke, nigga (pussy)
All these bodies, I can’t sleep at night, nigga
Y’all must thought that I was gon’ whisper the whole time (21)
I ran out of weed, I sent your bitch out of town (on God)
Gave her fifteen hundred and she came back with pounds (straight up)
Rappers think they it, but they really just clowns (on God)
Gucci store, a hundred thou’, that’s just in a day (on God)
Always cheatin’, I’m a dog, think I need a cage (on God)
Savage loaded, chips and dip, I’m not talkin’ ’bout Lays (21)
Throwback Rafs, call ’em retros, I’m not talkin’ ’bout J’s (21)
First name 21, last name Hefner, I got too many freaks (21)
Levi jeans, low self-esteem, he on BlackPeopleMeet (21)
Look like Maya, she’s on fire, who got the keys to my Jeep? (straight up)
Who want smoke ’cause I want smoke, I had a wet dream about beef (21)
Bang outside, hang outside
Don’t come out the house ’cause the gang outside
Bang outside, I hang outside
Don’t come out the house ’cause the gang outside
Kids see my car, they get to playin’ Bingo (skrrt skrrt)
Off-brand rappers stealin’ all the lingo (I did that first)
Thirty on my hip, the label want a single (on God)
I green light hits, I don’t make jingles (straight up)
Shut your damn mouth ‘fore you drop, nigga (drop nigga)
Last nigga dissed me dropped, nigga (straight up)
I want smoke nigga, all nigga (on God)
Savage kill all of his opps, nigga (21)
Smoke them all last week, ball, nigga (21)
Slaughter Gang, yeah, we brawl, nigga (straight up)
4L Gang, lot of shots nigga
Savage kill all of his opps, nigga (pussy)
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up