Discover the poetic beauty in ‘East Atlanta Day’ 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.
East Atlanta Day
We don’t f*ck with 12, nigga
East Atlanta Day
Nigga, East Atlanta Day
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
30’s on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’mma make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga we don’t give a f*ck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Where ya from? Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Walking through my hood, looking like a hundred bricks
I got all this ice on me, shouldn’t even brought out all this shit
It’s Zaytoven and C-Note and Big Gucci in this bitch
Nigga put his hands on me I’m goin’ stupid in this bitch
Eight-figure Gucci and I’m lookin’ like the shit
I got so much cash right now, don’t know what to with all this shit
Yo girlfriend lookin’ at me like a groupie in this bitch
So I’m ’bout to shoot my shot, I feel like Cupid in this bitch
This for Edgewood, this for Kirkwood, I brought Glenwood in this bitch
Got me feeling like a young nigga, might pull up with the stick
Two hundred thousand dollar watch, I look just like a lick
And the way lil’ mama switchin’ you can tell she from the 6
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day (Brr!)
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Drop top Chevelle, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’mma give them hell, nigga, East Atlanta Day
We don’t f*ck with 12, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga, East Atlanta Day, nigga, East Atlanta Day
21 and PDE, that’s the East Atlanta gang, (Gang)
I shot a lot of niggas with this East Atlanta ‘K (21)
I robbed a lot of niggas in North Atlanta for their yay, (Facts)
They didn’t get no skraightening, but they feel some type of way
Drop down, broad day, niggas that Zone 6 shit, (Yeah)
We ain’t shoot nothin’ but them sticks, (Yeah)
Hit his car so many times, it did a backflip (Yeah)
I ain’t got nun for a bitch, but a fat dick (21)
Leave a nigga with a fat lip, yeah
Chains on me blingin’ ho
Fucked yo baby momma, yo kid’s Pampers need some changing ho (21)
All I hang around is drug dealers, killas, bangin’ ho (21)
We run East Atlanta, dare you think we don’t come skraightenin’ ho
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day (Brr!)
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
30’s on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’mma make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga we don’t give a f*ck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Where ya from? Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Drop top Chevelle, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’mma give them hell, nigga, East Atlanta Day
We don’t f*ck with 12, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga, East Atlanta Day, nigga, East Atlanta Day