Song Info: She Tried To Give Me Head It Was Boring Song name is Immortal which is sung by 21 Savage & lyrics written by Peter Gundry, Kid Hazel & 21 Savage.
She Tried To Give Me Head It Was Boring Lyrics
[Intro]
21
I feel like the motherf^^kin’ Grim Reaper
The biggest smoke blower
Put a motherf^^kin’ chimney on my stick
[Verse 1]
Brand new MAK-90 with the drum attached (Drum)
You a sh^t talker, we got drums for that (On God)
Tryna fist fight? Boy, you dumb for that (Stupid)
You gon’ get a bullet in your lung for that (Stupid)
Draco get to kickin’ like Liu Kang (21)
F&N on me in the Mulsanne (Straight up, straight up)
Glock 19 in the Blue Flame (Straight up, straight up)
I was strapped when I slid inside your boo thang (On God)
21 immortal, we’ll never die (21)
Loyal to my brothers (Yeah), I’ll never lie (On God)
Call me bird dog ’cause I cheat and I’m fly (Straight up)
And I love winnin’, I’m upset if it’s a tie (On God)
Get you off the ground just to knock you to the floor (Yeah)
Let’s go blow for blow (Yeah), let’s go toe to toe (Straight up)
When it’s time to battle, they don’t never ever show (21)
When it’s time to battle, I’m the first one at the door (21)
At the door with a Draco
Don’t nobody move, I don’t wanna have to blow
Rappin’ a$$ n^^gas get spinned at they show
That’s why I need some help, I got a fetish for the smoke
It get fatal in the bottom, used to rumble in the den (21)
Hit him with a combo, gotta finish him (21)
AK make you frown since you think you wanna grin (Straight up)
Seems like all the models just be fallin’ in my DM’s (Yeah)
Coolant on the TEC, it get hot like Scorpion (Hot)
I’ll burn his a$$, lil’ buster
You thought it was straight, I got some chemicals in this magazine
I’ll perm his a$$ (Mark a$$ n^^ga)
Wanna be a gangster, but he misguided (b^^ch)
I’ll learn his a$$ (On God, n^^ga)
He went against me and they called 9-1-1 (21)
They had to infirm’ his a$$ (You gon’ be next, n^^ga)
“How many tops you done got popped?” Whole bunch
“How many times you ran from the smoke?” n^^ga, not once
Eastside n^^ga f^^kin’ all the hoes, and I love guns
Ain’t no f^^king diamonds in my mouth, n^^ga, these gold fronts
And we known to handle all the business, n^^ga, ASAP
Had her at the slaughterhouse, how the f^^k you cape that?
Ain’t no body shots, n^^ga, you know I told him face that
Now he in the ocean, heard they hit him in his wave cap
You took your shot and you missed it (21)
I just beat it up and you kissed it (Ugh)
Took the rap game and I milked it (Yeah)
Took the rap beef and I killed it
Neck all froze like Sub Zero, dawg (Straight up)
He wifed a thot, he a hero, dawg (Straight up)
All I care about is my dinero, dawg (On God)
Only thing I’m chasing is dineros, dawg (Straight up)
Dread-headed killer like Cyrax (21)
Brought a gun to a fist fight like Jax (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
Nah, f^^k that, only thing scare me is a rat (Snitch)
Slaughter Gang, pick your poison, dagger or the axe (Straight up)
Stand-up guy, they respect my mind (On God)
If you foul out, get a tech’, my nine (Straight up)
If you ain’t a hundred, don’t text my line (Lil’ b^^ch)
If you know you hatin’, don’t check my Live (Snitch)
[Chorus]
You know I’m Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal
Ain’t nothin’ changed, I’ll slaughter your daughter
She said she was a dime, but her friend was a quarter
I had a threesome, then I flushed the rubber down the toilet
She tried to give me head, it was boring
Codeine got a n^^ga snoring
I wonder if she would’ve slept with the poor me
Savage keep a Draco and it corn beef
[Verse 2]
Chopper cut you up like Kitana (Ching-ching)
My chopper in the band, it’s a drummer (Drumroll)
Russell Westbrook, I was strikin’ like the Thunder (Woah, woah)
You was somewhere runnin’ ’round whinin’ to your mama (21)
Y’all play conservative, we gon’ send a blitz (Straight up)
I’m the type to catch a tech’, foul, hit him in his sh^t (On God)
He think he a made man, hit him in the head (Pu$$y)
Don’t you try to run now, hit him in the leg (Rraow)
People wanna say the stuff I say, but they be scared (Pu$$y)
Jab turn a lightskin pretty boy red (21)
It’s a fatality if you try to handle me (Yeah)
Real top shotta, don’t you ever try to ramp with me (On God)
Got enough bullets that could kill your whole camp with me (Rrah)
I was bad as hell in school, they even tried to counsel me (21)
I don’t like to talk, don’t you try to tongue-wrestle me (On God)
And my block good, you’ll never get the best of me (Straight up)
[Chorus]
You know I’m Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal
Ain’t nothin’ changed, I’ll slaughter your daughter
She said she was a dime, but her friend was a quarter
I had a threesome, then I flushed the rubber down the toilet
She tried to give me head, it was boring
Codeine got a n^^ga snoring
I wonder if she would’ve slept with the poor me
Savage keep a Draco and it corn beef