Umbrella (with 21 Savage & Young Nudy)

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Okay
 Okay
 Okay
 Okay, Okay, Okay
 Big 4L, the biggest 4L
 Pussy, 21, 21
 G block savage with the criminals (21)
 Niggas throwing shots they subliminal (21)
 Say that it's a problem then we spinning them (on God)
 Get the whole drum cause I'm generous (straight up)
 Put your name on the bullets while I'm filling em (pussy)
 All the opps scared cause we killing them (pussy)
 East side vet, I'm a general (pussy)
 All my niggas twins, we identical (pussy)
 I put all the beef on the meat rack (straight up)
 Holes in his face pull the sheet back (facts)
 His momma threw a candle light skeet that (pew pew)
 Stepped on her son call D-fat (pussy)
 Paradise the wrong place to creep at (on God)
 He telling on the news, he a street rat (21)
 Shoot the whole hundred nigga keep that (pussy)
 Pass the opp back so I can chief that (pussy)
 Wet em' umbrella (yeah)
 Clutching glizzies with the fellas (yeah)
 Choppa sing like its Adele (yeah)
 Money violence go together (yeah)
 Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
 Can't name a bitch that made me sweat her (say what, yeah)
 Cold hearted I'm a stepper (21)
 These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (hot)
 Give me more shooters I need it
 Give me mo plates, know we greedy
 We catching bodies we feigning
 They catching bodies they dreaming
 And I just caught a body with your bitch she ate semen (uh huh)
 Suck me up baby girl, ooh she's a demon
 Say she love the money, I say she feigning
 Set up her nigga, I'm plotting and scheming
 Slimeball, bitch
 Rich as a bitch and aint broke like her nigga
 Sit in LA send them shots at a nigga
 Cross the country nigga sending them hittas
 Nigga acting country, play with me nigga
 Stick right here make some noise
 Grip on that bitch, hundred round can't avoid
 Bitch shake the ground and attached to that boy
 We shook the crowd when we stepped on that boy
 Different breed, different hitters, different killers (yeah)
 Glock.23 and it come with extendo (yeah)
 Switch on that bitch finna whoop me a nigga
 Think I was his mama when i get done
 Leaving no prints on the glock, leaving a stench on they block (yeah)
 We left some opps on the block (yeah)
 These niggas turn into cops,
 They be making songs when they potna drop (damn)
 Wet em' umbrella (yeah)
 Clutching glizzies with the fellas (yeah)
 Choppa sing like its Adele (yeah)
 Money violence go together (yeah)
 Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
 Can't name a bitch that made me sweat her (say what, yeah)
 Cold hearted I'm a stepper (21)
 These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (hot)
 Nigga say what's up they be hiding though
 I could put it on but I still got a stylist though (on God)
 Party in the hills all the bitches got the powder nose
 Call em bent over on the counter hoes (straight up)
 Came from the bottom, nigga I done reached a lot of goals
 Reach for my chain you get a lot of holes
 Big 4L get em gone like adios
 Knock your hood down nigga domino (21)
 I ain't really friendly, nigga fuck em all (pussy)
 Clip full of hollows Imma buss em all (pussy)
 Send him up to God with a fucking call (pussy)
 Only time I ran is from the fucking law (pussy)
 Big 4L she want to suck us all (pussy)
 I got too much cash for a fucking mall (pussy)
 If she ain't my bitch then I ain't fucking raw (pussy)
 If she from the street then I ain't fucking raw (pussy)
 Wet em' umbrella (yeah)
 Clutching glizzies with the fellas (yeah)
 Choppa sing like its Adele (yeah)
 Money violence go together (yeah)
 Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
 Can't name a bitch that made me sweat her (say what, yeah)
 Cold hearted I'm a stepper (21)
 These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (hot)
 

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Duration
03:42
Key
11
Tempo
111 BPM

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