Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Nasty’ 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.
Do something to make me feel good (1017)
Only thing make me feel good is a body (yeah)
I like money (me too), but I’m havin’ materialistic thoughts (hah)
(Damn, COUPE)
All my life I’m chasin’ money, so I’m havin’ my way (havin’ my way)
All my life I was chasin’ money, so now I’m havin’ my way (I’m havin’ my way)
And these bitches on my dick, tell ’em, “Come get a taste” (come get a taste)
I’m a young rich nigga, bitch, you know I came a long way (came a long way)
I was packin’ pistols every day, check out my status (check out my status)
And I got a lot of money, you can check out my karats (check out my karats)
And I keep them shooters with me, say the word, they gon’ blast it (they gon’ blast it)
Man, this shit will get nasty (shit will get nasty)
Yeah, sticks get to clappin’, they don’t want no smoke (no)
Niggas always callin’ po-po when I kill they folk (when I kill they folk)
And you know, they gotta free one of my dawgs on that death row (on that death row)
On that death row, yeah (oh, no)
Y’all niggas don’t know what we done been through
The shit that we done done just to get here, man, you wouldn’t knew (man, you wouldn’t knew)
Uh-uh, gotta keep it low-key in these streets, always packin’ heat (yeah)
And I know these niggas work with 12, they the police (workin’)
Man, you know that shit got under my skin, hate the police (hate ’em)
Guess we wasn’t raised the same way, he don’t know me (he don’t know me)
If you think you tryin’ the Big Slime, got to show me (got to show me)
Hoin’ them, it ain’t no ho in me, if they didn’t know me
All my life I’m chasin’ money, so I’m havin’ my way (havin’ my way)
All my life I was chasin’ money, so now I’m havin’ my way (I’m havin’ my way)
And these bitches on my dick, tell ’em, “Come get a taste” (come get a taste)
I’m a young rich nigga, bitch, you know I came a long way (came a long way)
I was packin’ pistols every day, check out my status (check out my status)
And I got a lot of money, you can check out my karats (check out my karats)
And I keep them shooters with me, say the word, they gon’ blast it (they gon’ blast it)
Man, this shit will get nasty (shit will get nasty)
I’ve been robbin’ niggas, takin’ shit since back in the day (facts)
All my life, I been a criminal, and crime does pay (facts)
When them Hellcats pull up, don’t get hit with a stray
‘Cause that shit can get nasty, shot in the face (grra)
Couple niggas wanna try me, but they don’t wanna die (no)
‘Cause I dropped money on you like you rained out the sky
You know I gotta get the last lick, it’s eye for an eye
They gon’ wrap you in plastic
Watch them niggas reminiscin’, tell ’em, “Get off my dick” (ho)
Since you remember so much, don’t forget you a bitch (bitch)
I was on my dick, nobody wanted to throw Gucci shit (it’s Gucci)
I was young, broke, and ashy (Wop)
All my life I’m chasin’ money, so I’m havin’ my way (havin’ my way)
All my life I was chasin’ money, so now I’m havin’ my way (I’m havin’ my way)
And these bitches on my dick, tell ’em, “Come get a taste” (come get a taste)
I’m a young rich nigga, bitch, you know I came a long way (came a long way)
I was packin’ pistols every day, check out my status (check out my status)
And I got a lot of money, you can check out my karats (check out my karats)
And I keep them shooters with me, say the word, they gon’ blast it (they gon’ blast it)
Man, this shit will get nasty (shit will get nasty)
Drum on the sticky (21), ‘xtendo on the blicky (21)
I don’t talk on phones ’cause I know these niggas Mickies (pussy)
All these rappers bitchy, Big 4L, we run the city (big facts)
Savage rock them VV’s, all these diamonds got me nippy (21)
He finally got some money, think he tough, now he in a bag
Swear I need some new opps ’cause my old opps keep on throwin’ flags
Pull up in your hood, blow it down, jump in the car and smash
Credit good with all the killers, I put bodies on my tab
Got-got your hood in my blunt (21), M in the truck (pussy)
Richard on my wrist (pussy) one, they playin’ tunk (pussy)
I don’t fake pump (pussy), bust him like a bump
We at the bottom of the hill with them choppers in the front (21)
All my life I’m chasin’ money, so I’m havin’ my way (havin’ my way)
All my life I was chasin’ money, so now I’m havin’ my way (I’m havin’ my way)
And these bitches on my dick, tell ’em, “Come get a taste” (come get a taste)
I’m a young rich nigga, bitch, you know I came a long way (came a long way)
I was packin’ pistols every day, check out my status (check out my status)
And I got a lot of money, you can check out my karats (check out my karats)
And I keep them shooters with me, say the word, they gon’ blast it (they gon’ blast it)
Man, this shit will get nasty (shit will get nasty)