Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Offended’ 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.
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah
Yeah, yeah
F*ck is you talking ’bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick ’till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
Goddamn, I have a whole Xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
F*ck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash card
I switch through the lanes like a Nascar
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your misses nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin’ nigga
Bend the money down like a Philly nigga
Make me catch you slipping then a crimmin’ nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile nigga
I got Benji on me and he Cripping nigga
I done wrapped the Benji in the city ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How I’m living nigga, I ain’t swimming nigga
Only thing that Michael Phelps and me got in common that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoes going wild
Sat on my shorty and totting that .40 we move through the city like BMF
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang
Only difference them bitches they VVS
I know these bitches gon’ change, f*ck on whoever, whenever they see a chain
If you do not f*ck with the gang don’t act like
You do when you see us, just keep it down
Swing through your block better not sweep it back
Land on your spot where your peoples at
Smoke you where ever we see you at
You don’t want no problem so keep it down
‘Fore you get your man murdered
Hitters in the van lurking
I put bread on the beef
Turn it to a hamburger
Put that paper on the scale nigga
Little homies talking big money
When the wars on you’ll tell nigga
Put a bag on your man
Hit ’em with the things, hit ’em that’s an L nigga
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga
And that’s all I’mma tell niggas in the zip
Yeah, yeah
F*ck is you talking ’bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
Goddamn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
F*ck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been done shot a nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me, whoa
VVS’ on me, whoa
VVS’ on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing, 21
Marsh hit, seen the hit shoot up your car shit
Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
We put them drums in them carbons, 21
We pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21
I might take your chain if it sparkle, fat
Street nigga really came from nothing
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
Kill a nigga then you saying something
You was talking, nigga I was hustling
We was shooting, nigga you was ducking
You was texting, nigga I was fucking
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a concussion
21, 21, 21
Yeah, yeah
F*ck is you talking ’bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
Goddamn, I have a whole Xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
F*ck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys