MR RECOUP Lyrics – 21 Savage, Drake

Read the full MR RECOUP lyrics by 21 Savage and Drake along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy 21 Savage’s music, you can also explore WHERE YOU FROM and BIG STEPPER, two other songs by 21 Savage.

[Intro: Drake]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
Just bought a pair of new gym fu*king socks
Trust Tyler Perry, he make plays for the block
Wasn’t even ’bout to rap on this, but it knocks
Where you tryna go? ‘Cause it’s smoke at the top
Spade afterparty, throw them b!tches in the truck
We was just on y’all’s street, they was eating it up

My life ain’t a movie, b!tch, it’s just us
They can’t find the shooter b!tch, ’cause it’s us

[Chorus: 21 Savage, Drake]
Us, us, it was us
N!ggas shot my brother, now I don’t know who to trust
My opps be so broke that we’ve been shooting at the bus
Bro say play it patient, nah, dog, I’m in a rush, I’m tryna buck

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Ayy, I’m tryna shoot, he tryna clutch, ayy
I’m tryna add him to the list like a deluxe, ayy
I’m tryna watch the windshield, faff his off his truck, ayy
I’m tryna smack his twin, shoo ’em in one lot, pu*sy

[Verse 3: Drake]
Damn, Alex Moss, that’s a really big chain
Really, it’s no wonder why my neck is in pain
Damn, Iceman, your initials just changed
Mr. Recoup, that’s my other nickname
Spade afterparty, Longueuil, bass range
Chances are I’ll probably never see these hoes again
No Face B, that’s my motherfu*king hitter
Drake is your daddy and he couldn’t find a sitter

[Verse 4: 21 Savage]
Every single year, what I’m grossing, it get bigger
If I really pop it, I’ll have some n!ggas tripping (My bad)
I ain’t no real rapper, I’m a fu*king gravedigger (Pu*sy)
He don’t like me ’cause my n!ggas killed one of his n!ggas (B!tch)
Pitch black paint, but the seats, they vanilla (Go)
I converse with CEOs, you talk on the pillar (Go)
Watch me training then smack your main hitter (21)
I got fifty-something old screws like my name Spittah (21)
All these n!ggas cap, they exaggerating hats (Pu*sy)
Go against the mob, you’ll be laying on your back (Frrt)
I don’t speculate, if I speak then it’s the facts (Facts)
We the type of n!ggas, cut the tails off the rats (B!tch)

[Chorus: 21 Savage, Drake]
Us, us, it was us
N!ggas shot my brother, now I don’t know who to trust
My opps be so broke that we’ve been shooting at the bus
Bro say play it patient, nah, dog, I’m in a rush, I’m tryna buck