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bitch\nSay the wrong thing and get put on that list\nThis is a warning 'cause Savage don't diss\nBetter thank me that your ass still exist\n'Cause Jesus can't save you from what's in this stick\n\nShe don't look good without makeup, I'm stiff\nDon't fuck with rappers 'cause most of 'em snitch\nDiamonds gon' cover my neck and my fist\nWatch on my leg 'cause I ran out of wrists\nDraco brown, like a Hershey\nHang out the window and blow 'em a kiss\nHang out the window and wave at his bitch\nGun smoke, I take it far when I'm pissed\n\nUnder cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin')\nSunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin')\nOne that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin')\nBefore that's done, it's waking\n\nDon't give a fuck, I'ma rock with my twin\nNiggas freeze up when it's time to go spin\nSpeak on the dead, then, we boxin' you in\nSend you to heaven, they kill you again\nWe killed his buddy, he buckin' again\nIf they revive 'em, we bust him again\nPistol so big, ain't no tuckin' it in\nI got in trouble for tellin' on friends\n\nRip out your tongue if you're talkin' too much\nYou gon' get chopped out talkin' to us\nBullet-proof truck 'cause I know they could touch me\nBury the K and it still shoot rusty\nFuck my opps, niggas broke and they musty\nAll my exes still wanna fuck me\nEliantte on me, this is not lucky\n\nFry me a nigga like I'm from Kentucky\nRemember when pops used to front me\nWhen I see rappers, I do not see rappers, my nigga, I really see lunch meat\nThree hundred black on the seat and the Glock on my hip\nAin't no way you could punch me\nYou ain't really gang, you a flunkie\nSend your ass to the store like your aunty, pussy\n\nUnder cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin')\nSunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin')\nOne that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin')\nBefore that's done, it's waking\n\nThis is really happening\nIs this is really happening?","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.93] Red sky bleedin' from my eye\n[00:09.56] Tides risin' up to new high\n[00:14.06] I turn my back to the wind\n[00:18.41] Slowly driftin' away\n[00:22.59] I hear the night sing, \"Welcome to your new-\"\n[00:27.03] Welcome to your new\n[00:29.12] It's fourth and inches, I'm sendin' a blitz\n[00:31.17] Live on the toilet, I stay on my shit\n[00:33.42] You say, \"We opps,\" but you stay on my dick\n[00:35.33] My shooter a rapper, I sent him a hit\n[00:37.44] They be on Twitter like, \"When he gon' miss?\"\n[00:39.53] Say I fell off, but I fell in his bitch\n[00:41.59] Fuck your white flag, I ain't tellin' 'em shit\n[00:43.89] I play it cool and hand brodie the blick\n[00:45.79] Blick out your stu' just to show you I'm rich\n[00:48.06] Now, you can't drop no new music 'cause shit\n[00:50.16] How you jump right on that song and then snitch?\n[00:52.13] Nigga, you sassy and wrong as a bitch\n[00:54.24] Say the wrong thing and get put on that list\n[00:56.34] This is a warning 'cause Savage don't diss\n[00:58.42] Better thank me that your ass still exist\n[01:00.27] 'Cause Jesus can't save you from what's in this stick\n[01:02.68] She don't look good without makeup, I'm stiff\n[01:04.60] Don't fuck with rappers 'cause most of 'em snitch\n[01:06.74] Diamonds gon' cover my neck and my fist\n[01:08.81] Watch on my leg 'cause I ran out of wrists\n[01:10.87] Draco brown, like a Hershey\n[01:12.96] Hang out the window and blow 'em a kiss\n[01:15.07] Hang out the window and wave at his bitch\n[01:17.17] Gun smoke, I take it far when I'm pissed\n[01:20.53] Under cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin')\n[01:25.20] Sunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin')\n[01:29.53] One that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin')\n[01:33.20] Before that's done, it's waking\n[01:35.92] Don't give a fuck, I'ma rock with my twin\n[01:38.03] Niggas freeze up when it's time to go spin\n[01:40.04] Speak on the dead, then, we boxin' you in\n[01:42.14] Send you to heaven, they kill you again\n[01:44.21] We killed his buddy, he buckin' again\n[01:46.36] If they revive 'em, we bust him again\n[01:48.48] Pistol so big, ain't no tuckin' it in\n[01:50.56] I got in trouble for tellin' on friends\n[01:52.69] Rip out your tongue if you're talkin' too much\n[01:54.77] You gon' get chopped out talkin' to us\n[01:56.85] Bullet-proof truck 'cause I know they could touch me\n[01:58.98] Bury the K and it still shoot rusty\n[02:01.04] Fuck my opps, niggas broke and they musty\n[02:03.02] All my exes still wanna fuck me\n[02:05.12] Eliantte on me, this is not lucky\n[02:07.28] Fry me a nigga like I'm from Kentucky\n[02:09.67] Remember when pops used to front me\n[02:11.94] When I see rappers, I do not see rappers, my nigga, I really see lunch meat\n[02:16.17] Three hundred black on the seat and the Glock on my hip\n[02:18.56] Ain't no way you could punch me\n[02:20.24] You ain't really gang, you a flunkie\n[02:22.11] Send your ass to the store like your aunty, pussy\n[02:25.00] \n[02:27.26] Under cover of the darkness (red sky 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ass to the store like your aunty, pussy\n\nUnder cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin')\nSunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin')\nOne that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin')\nBefore that's done, it's waking\n\nThis is really happening\nIs this is really happening?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 21 Savage, Tommy Newport, Mikky Ekko - red sky (Official Audio)\n  artist: 21 Savage\n  album: 21 Savage Videos\n  duration_ms: 179000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Red sky bleedin' from my eye\n  Tides risin' up to new high\n  I turn my back to the wind\n  Slowly driftin' away\n  I hear the night sing, \"Welcome to your new-\"\n  Welcome to your new\n\n  It's fourth and inches, I'm sendin' a blitz\n  Live on the toilet, I stay on my shit\n  You say, \"We opps,\" but you stay on my dick\n  My shooter a rapper, I sent him a hit\n  They be on Twitter like, \"When he gon' miss?\"\n  Say I fell off, but I fell in his bitch\n  Fuck your white flag, I ain't tellin' 'em shit\n  I play it cool and hand brodie the blick\n\n  Blick out your stu' just to show you I'm rich\n  Now, you can't drop no new music 'cause shit\n  How you jump right on that song and then snitch?\n  Nigga, you sassy and wrong as a bitch\n  Say the wrong thing and get put on that list\n  This is a warning 'cause Savage don't diss\n  Better thank me that your ass still exist\n  'Cause Jesus can't save you from what's in this stick\n\n  She don't look good without makeup, I'm stiff\n  Don't fuck with rappers 'cause most of 'em snitch\n  Diamonds gon' cover my neck and my fist\n  Watch on my leg 'cause I ran out of wrists\n  Draco brown, like a Hershey\n  Hang out the window and blow 'em a kiss\n  Hang out the window and wave at his bitch\n  Gun smoke, I take it far when I'm pissed\n\n  Under cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin')\n  Sunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin')\n  One that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin')\n  Before that's done, it's waking\n\n  Don't give a fuck, I'ma rock with my twin\n  Niggas freeze up when it's time to go spin\n  Speak on the dead, then, we boxin' you in\n  Send you to heaven, they kill you again\n  We killed his buddy, he buckin' again\n  If they revive 'em, we bust him again\n  Pistol so big, ain't no tuckin' it in\n  I got in trouble for tellin' on friends\n\n  Rip out your tongue if you're talkin' too much\n  You gon' get chopped out talkin' to us\n  Bullet-proof truck 'cause I know they could touch me\n  Bury the K and it still shoot rusty\n  Fuck my opps, niggas broke and they musty\n  All my exes still wanna fuck me\n  Eliantte on me, this is not lucky\n\n  Fry me a nigga like I'm from Kentucky\n  Remember when pops used to front me\n  When I see rappers, I do not see rappers, my nigga, I really see lunch meat\n  Three hundred black on the seat and the Glock on my hip\n  Ain't no way you could punch me\n  You ain't really gang, you a flunkie\n  Send your ass to 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yo' stu' just to show you I'm rich\nNow you can't drop no more music 'cause sh-\nHow you jump right on that song and then snitch?\nN-, you sassy and wrong as a b-\nSay the wrong thing and get put on that list\nThis is a warning 'cause Savagе don't diss\nBetter thank me that yo' a- still еxist\n'Cause Jesus can't save you from what's in this stick\n\nShe don't look good without makeup, I'm stiff\nDon't f- with rappers 'cause most of 'em snitch\nDiamonds gon' cover my neck and my fist\nWatch on my leg 'cause I ran out of wrists\nDraco brown like a Hershey\nHang out the window and blow 'em a kiss\nHang out the window and wave at his b-\nGun smoke, I take it far when I'm pissed\n\nUnder cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin')\nSunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin')\nOne that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin')\nBefore that's done, it's waking\n\nDon't give a f-, I'ma rock with my twin\nN- freeze up when it's time to go spin\nSpeak on the dead, then we boxin' you in\nSend 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white flag, I ain't tellin' 'em shit\n\n  I play it cool and hand brodie the blick\n  Buck at yo' stu' just to show you I'm rich\n  Nah, you can't drop no new music 'cause shit\n  How you jump right on that song and then snitch?\n  Nigga, you sassy and wrong as a bitch\n\n  Say the wrong thing and get put on that list\n  This is a warning, 'cause Savage don't diss\n  Better thank me that yo' ass still exist\n  'Cause Jesus can't save you from what's in this stick\n\n  She don't look good without makeup on stiff\n  Don't fuck with rappers 'cause most of 'em snitch\n  Diamonds gon' cover my neck and my fist\n  Watch on my leg 'cause I ran out of wrists\n  Draco brown like a Hershey\n  Hang out the window and blow 'em a kiss\n  Hang out the window and wave at his bitch\n  Gun smoke, I take it far when I'm pissed\n\n  Under cover of the darkness (Red sky bleedin')\n  Sunlight moves, awakening (Red sky bleedin')\n  One that stares while one's asleep (Red sky bleedin')\n  Before the dawn is breaking\n\n  Don't give a fuck, I'ma rock with my twin\n  Niggas freeze up when it's time to go spin\n  Speak on the dead, then we boxin' you in\n  Send you to heaven, they kill you again\n  We killed his buddy, he buckin' again\n  If they revive him, we bust him again\n  Pistol so big, ain't no tuckin' it in\n  I got in trouble for tellin' on friends\n\n  Rip out yo' tongue if you talkin' too much\n  You gon' get chopped out talkin' to us\n  Bulletproof truck, 'cause I know they could touch me\n  Bury the K and it still shoot rusty\n\n  Fuck my opps, niggas broke and they musty\n  All my exes still wanna fuck me\n\n  Eliantte on me, this is not lucky\n  Fry me a nigga like I'm from Kentucky\n  Remember when Pops used to front me\n  When I see rappers, I do not see rappers\n  My nigga, I really see lunch meat\n  Three-hundred black on the seat and the Glock\n  On my hip, ain't no way you could punch me\n  You ain't really gang, you a flunkie\n  Send yo' ass to the store like you auntie, pussy\n\n  Under cover of the darkness (Red sky bleedin')\n  Sunlight moves, awakening (Red sky bleedin')\n  One that stares while one's asleep (Red sky bleedin')\n  Before the dawn is breaking\n\n  This is really happening\n  Is this really happening?\n"}]