[LYRICS] Metro Boomin Ft 21 Savage – 10 Freaky Girls

Metro Boomin’s ’10 Freaky Girls,’ featuring 21 Savage, has official lyrics. Metro Boomin released the self-produced song as the sixth single from his 2018 album ‘NOT ALL HEORES WEAR CAPES.’ Below are the most accurate ’10 Freaky Girls’ lyrics.

Intro
Ooh
No, no, no
No, no

Verse 1: 21 Savage
In peace (In peace), may you rest (May you rest)
Never ever shoot below the neck (Never ever)
You a rookie (You a rookie), I’m a vet (I’m a vet)
That’s why I got a Glock, you got a TEC (Got a TEC)
Not checkers (Not checkers), this chess (Nigga chess)
I flooded out my Patek with baguettes
I curve Tiffany (Yeah), for Jess (For who?)
Need to get myself together, I’m a mess (Straight up)
In Bikini Bottom, I’m with Sandy (Sandy)
Moesha keep on drinking all the brandy (Brandy)
Keisha eat the molly like it’s candy (Yah, yah)
Bodyslam a nigga like I’m Randy (Yah, yah)
Yeah, I’m a hot hitter (Straight up)
I’m a guap getter (Straight up)
Leave a thot bitter (Straight up)
Get your block hit up
Oh, you think you in a group? Get that shit split up (On God)
Tryna suck me laying down, I make that bitch sit up (Straight up)
Yeah, hot box, dirty stick, case closed (Case closed)
We grill beef, nigga, charcoal (Uh oh)
Selling pussy, her vajay-jay got a barcode (Uh oh)
These broke ass niggas need Jobco (21)
Used to use EBT to get seafood (What?)
Now I Uber Eats when I want Kiku (Straight up)
She wanna hang out and let the gang G you (Facts)
Metro worth a lot of M’s, nigga, me too (Racks)

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Chorus: 21 Savage
Hanging off my earlobes is a rock (A rock)
Hanging off my waistline is a Glock (Pop, pop)
The body in that casket was a opp (21)
I don’t throw no bottles, I throw shots (21)
All this drip on me, I need a mop (21)
Balenciaga boxers and the socks (On God)
I got 10 freaky girls on a yacht (Yacht)
Finna drown in ’em, dawg, finna drown in ’em (21)

Verse 2: 21 Savage
Last altercation, got a hundred rounds in him (On my mama)
All my spots got a lot of bloodhounds in ’em (On your mama)
Ain’t no furniture, it’s just a lot of pounds in ’em (Straight up)
Percs, soft, hard, and I got the brown in ’em (On God)
Word to bombaclaat, shotta, we don’t ramp in ’em (21)
Edgewood, Glenwood, Bouldercrest and the Hamp with ’em (Six)
Got a lot of sticks, you can get stamped with ’em (On God)
Tryna mediate the beef, you get found with ’em (Straight up)
All these chains, rest in peace to Harriet Tubman (Harriet Tubman)
Niggas broke ’cause they doin’ too much clubbing (Too much clubbing)
Cashed out on all my cars ’cause I’m stubborn (‘Cause I’m stubborn)
Zone 6 against the world, that’s how I’m coming (How I’m coming)
I came out the womb, I was thugging (Straight up)
Ain’t no fistfights, niggas upping (Straight up)
Rappers say they want smoke, but they bluffing (On God)
When you see ’em face-to-face, it ain’t nothing (Straight up)

Outro: 21 Savage
You know, I was racing down the highway earlier today, riding down 20
I happened to see a nigga I robbed back in the day
You know what? He was happy to see me