Bài Hát: Ain't On None 
Trình Bày: 21 Lil Harold, 21 Savage 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I keep two Glocks on me, n***a, I don't shoot no ones
I got shoebox money in it, fill up with the ones
When I'm ridin' with these n****s, they ain't know nothin'
They just dissin' in they songs, cap-ass, n***a
You doin' all that dissin', no rap-ass, n***a
And we can't fill you up without these goddamn triggers
N***a better check the scope, or we done dropped somethin'
N***a doin' too much rhymin', they gon' hop somethin'
We the type of n***a pull up where you show at
You the type of n***a turn into a doormat
Track by 750 car like a low-jack
You gon' do shit, n***a, you talkin' and you know that
All that loud bark, talk, get you dropped
Hit my dick in her mouth, cause I'm a dog
I done fucked her on the couch in her house
And my chain go, I keep two Glocks on me, n***a
I don't shoot no ones, I got shoebox money in it
Fill up with them ones, I think I'm on somethin'
When I'm ridin' with these n****s, they ain't know nothin'
They just dissin' in they songs, cap-ass, n***a
You doin' all that dissin', no rap-ass, n***a
And we can't fill you up without these goddamn triggers
So better check this go, cause we done dropped somethin'
N***a doin' too much rhymin', they gon' hop somethin'
We just hit they block with the bronze stick
All my opps Ben Simmons down, shoot shit
Savage, Eazy-E, lil' bitch, I'm ruthless
My opps Jays, if we smokin', we'll be toothless
Every time they bump into 4L, n****s duck
Take that bass out your voice, I shot him in the gut
We drive by and we walk up anything to get him touched
Shoot his house up, shoot his bike, shoot his truck
Caught him lackin', he wanna be fresh, he leavin' Neiman's
You try, you die on campus in the morning or the evening
Yellow tape, the crime scene, his momma keep on screamin'
I don't shoot no ones, I got shoebox money
And it fill up with them twins, I think I'm on somethin'
When I'm ridin' with these n****s, they ain't know nothin'
They just dissin' in they songs, cap-ass, n***a
You doin' all that dissin', no rap-ass, n***a
And we can't fill you up without these goddamn triggers
These n****s doin' too much rhymin', they gon' hop some