Immortal

21 Savage

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Intro

Twentyone I feel like the motherfuckin' Grim Reaper 


The biggest smoke blower 

                                        G A7 
Put a motherfuckin' chimney on my stick   


Verse
                   Am                            Am 
Brand new MAKminus ninety with the drum attached  

           A7                           A7 
You a shit talker we got drums for that  

                                  A7 
Tryna fist fight Boy you dumb for that 

                                      A7 
You gon' get a bullet in yo' lung for that 

                                   A7 
Draco get to kickin' like Liu Kang  

                          A7 
F&n on me in the Mulsanne  

                                 A7 
Glock nineteen in the Blue Flame  

                                                 A7 
I was strapped when I slid inside your boo thang  

          Am 
Twentyone immortal we will never die 

                                Am 
Loyal to my brothers I'll never lie 

                                        F7 
Call me bird dog 'cause I cheat and I'm fly 

    Am                                 F7 
And I love winnin' I'm upset if it's a tie 

Am                                              F7 
Get you off the ground just to knock you to the floor 

Am                                     F7 
Let's go blow for blow let's go toe to toe 

                  Am                           F7 
When it's time to battle they don't never ever show 

                                                  A7 
When it's time to battle I'm the first one at the door 

                   F7 
At the door with a Draco 

      A7 
Don't nobody move I don't wanna have to blow 

                                     A7 
Rappin' ass niggas get spent at they shows 

                                                   A7 
That's why I need some help I got a fetish for the smoke 

                                                 A7 
It get fatal in the bottom used to rumble in the den 

                                  A7 
Hit him with a combo gotta finish him 

                                            A7 
Ak make you frown since you think you wanna grin 

                                                A7 
Seems like all the models just be fallin' in my DM's 

               Am                  F7       Am 
Coolant on the TEC it get hot like Scorpion  

                       Am 
I'll burn his ass lil' buster 

                                                         F7 
You thought it was straight I got some chemicals in this magazine 

Am            A7 
I'll perm his ass 

                          A7 
Wanna be a gangsta but he misguided 

                   A7 
I'll learn his ass  

                                              A7 
He went against me and they call nine hundred and eleven 

                        A7 
They had to infirm' his ass 

                                  A7 
How many tops you done got popped Whole bunch 

                                            A7 
How many times you ran from the smoke Nigga not once 

               Am                         F7 
Eastside nigga fuckin' all the hoes and I love guns 

                                                  Am 
Ain't no fucking diamonds in my mouth nigga these gold fronts 

                A7                            Am 
And we known to handle all the business nigga ASAP 

A7 
Had her at the slaughterhouse how the fuck you cake that 

                                              A7 
Ain't no body shots nigga you know I told him face that 

                                              A7 
Now he in the ocean heard they hit him in his wave cap 

                           A7 
You took your shot and you missed it 

                          A7 
I just beat it up and you kissed it 

                        A7 
Took the rap game and I milked it 

                        Am 
Took the rap beef and I killed it 

                                F7 
Neck on froze like SubZero dawg  

Am                        F7 
He wifed a thot he a hero dawg 

Am                                 F7 
All I care about is my dinero dawg  

Am                                F7 
Only thing I'm chasing is dineros   dawg 

            A7                F7 
Dreadheaded killer like Cyrax  

          A7                           A7 
Brought a gun to a fist fight like Jax  

                                       F7 
Nah fuck that only thing scare me is a rat 

               A7                             A7 
Slaughter gang pick your poison dagger or the   axe 

                             A7 
Stand up guy they respect my mind 

                             A7 
If you foul out get a TEC my nine 

                                    A7 
If you ain't a hunnid don't text my line 

                                      A7 
If you know you hatin' don't check my live 

                                                     F 
You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal  

Am                                              Am 
Ain't nun' changed I'll slaughter your daughter  

                                                     F 
She said she was a dime but her friend was a quarter  

  Am                                                      A7 
I had a threesome then I flushed a rubber down the toilet  

                                        F7 A7 
She tried to give me head it was boring   codeine got a nigga snoring 

Bb7      A7                                     A7 
I wonder if she would've slept with the poor me  

                                     A7 
Savage keep a Draco in the corn beef  

                              A7 
Choppa cut you up like Kitana  


My choppa in the band it's a drummer 

A7 
Russel Westbrook I was strikin' like the thunder 

Am 
You was somewhere runnin' round whinin' to your momma 

Am 
Y'all play conservative we gon send a blitz 

        Am 
I'm the type to catch a TEC foul hit him in his shit 

Am 
He think he a made man hit him in the head 

Am 
Don't you try to run now hit him in the leg 

Am 
People wanna say the stuff I say but they be scared 

F7         A7 
Jab turn a lightskin pretty boy red 

F7              A7 
It's a fatality if you try to handle me 

F7                        A7 
Real top shotta don't you ever try to ramp with me 

A7 
Got enough bullet that could kill your whole camp with me 

A7 
I was bad as hell in school they even tried to cancel me 

A7 
I don't like to talk don't you try to tongue wrestle me 

A7                                                Am 
And my block good you'll never get the best of me  


Chorus
                                                     F 
You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal  

Am                                              Am 
Ain't nun' changed I'll slaughter your daughter  

                                                     F7 
She said she was a dime but her friend was a quarter  

  Am              A7                                      A7 
I had a threesome then I flushed a rubber down the toilet  

                                        F7 Am 
She tried to give me head it was boring   codeine got a nigga snorin' 

A7                                            A7 
I wonder if she woulda slept with the poor me  

                                     A7 
Savage keep a Draco in the corn beef  


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