Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Far , by - Bloody Rain. Release date: 10.06.2017
Song language: English
So Far |
| Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? |
| Why these niggas cappin' so hard? |
| Why you got a 12 car garage? |
| Why you pullin' all these rappers cards? |
| Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard |
| I turn that fucking soft into some hard |
| I grew up in the streets without no heart |
| I’m praying to my Glock and my carbon |
| I sit back and read, like Cat in the hat |
| 21 Savage, the cat with the MAC |
| 21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back |
| Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats |
| Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks |
| I’m a real street nigga bitch |
| I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax |
| Pussy niggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the |
| fire |
| Wet your mama’s house, wet your grandma’s house, keep shootin' until somebody |
| die |
| So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July |
| You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire |
| Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Panthersville |
| Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like fuck the field |
| Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield |
| Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I’m screaming fuck a deal |
| Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don’t even need a pill |
| I listen to your raps, thought you was hard |
| You ain’t even street for real |
| Niggas love sneak dissing on twitter |
| They don’t want beef for real |
| And all these niggas play like they tough |
| 'Til a nigga get killed |
| 'Til a nigga get spilled, |
| 'Til your blood get spilled |
| I’mma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I’m John Dill' |
| «I been with you since day one. |
| Savage, I ain’t even hating.» |
| So what’s up with all that Instagram shit? |
| «Savage, I was just playin'.» |
| Y’all pussy niggas fakin', bitch I hang around them Haitians |
| Pull up on you, tie your kids up |
| Pistol whip you while your bitch naked |
| «Come on, man. |
| Savage, you know I always play your mixtape.» |
| Yeah, nigga, fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes |
| Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? |
| Why these niggas cappin' so hard? |
| Why you got a 12 car garage? |
| Why you pullin' all these rappers cards? |
| Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard |
| I turn that fucking soft into some hard |
| I grew up in the streets without no heart |
| I’m praying to my Glock and my carbon |
| So much dope that it broke the scale |
| They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells |
| My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale |
| Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt |
| Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up |
| Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up |
| Niggas actin', like groupies, they don’t know us |
| Little do they know their bitches fuckin' on the tour bus |
| Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? |
| Why these niggas cappin' so hard? |
| Why you got a 12 car garage? |
| Why you pullin' all these rappers cards? |
| Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard |
| I turn that fucking soft into some hard |
| I grew up in the streets without no heart |
| I grew up in the streets without no heart |
| So much dope that it broke the scale |
| They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells |
| My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale |
| Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt |