On BS Lyrics by Drake and 21 Savage

Read the lyrics to ‘On BS’ by Drake and 21 Savage. On BS serves as the third track on Drake and 21 Savage’s joint album, Her Loss, this track was co-produced by OZ and Elyas.

 

Drake & 21 Savage – On BS Lyrics

Intro: 21 Savage

Yeah, woah, woah, woah

 

Verse 1: 21 Savage & Drake

I had to cut some niggas off, they didn’t mean me no good

I come from the ghetto, so my trunk is in my hood

She wouldn’t wear no panties ’round me even if she could

Gave out plenty spankings till they got it understood

Fuck the nosebleeds, baby, come sit on this wood

If you know it’s tension, don’t come ’round me like it’s good

I got street smarts and you can’t get this out no book

I can’t right my wrongs, but I can still write these hooks

Oh, time to get exposed

You ain’t been from ’round here, nigga, come get off your show

Savage said you pussy and he hit it on the nose

But that board is opеn, why you acting like it’s closed?

I don’t know

Y’all be going in and out rеcessions

The same way that I be going in and out of Texas

Or in and out my sessions, or in and out her best friends

Or in and out these courtrooms, my lawyer like, “Objection”

Yeah, woah, woah

All my bitches Spanish, boricua

Water on my neck, these diamonds came with coral reefer

She from overseas, I had to buy her a new visa

Met your wife in Vegas, but I hit her in Ibiza

She a supermodel, so she only eating Caesar

Used to date a rapper, but he acted like a diva

Niggas hustling backwards, out here balling with the reup

Popped an Adderall, I feel like I can lift a tree up

Seen too many cameras, so I never lift my ski up (Yeah)

I jump on your song and make you sound like you the feature

I jump on your song and make a label think they need ya, for real (Yeah)

 

Chorus: 21 Savage & Drake

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit, we on all the bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay, okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Yeah)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

All the bullshit.

Verse 2: Drake

Damn, maybe I should do a twenty, maybe I should break that twenty, do a ten

Maybe I should break that ten, do a five, then if it gets live, do a five again

If he held his tongue on that live, he’d be alive again, damn

My uncle’s sister know she raised a real one, ill one

It’s been thirty minutes, I don’t feel nothing

Oh shit, wait a minute, think I’m starting to feel something

Where you get this motherfucking pill from?

Heard they got some sanctions on my name

Heard they plotting on my name, heard they banking on my name

I got Lita in this bitch and he might spank it on a lane

I’m just— what? In the cut, throwing Franklins on her frame

I’m a— ayy, I’m a gentleman, I’m generous

I blow a half a million on you hoes, I’m a feminist

I never put no prices on no beef until we end this shit

I pay a half a million for his soul, he my nemesis

 

Chorus: 21 Savage & Drake

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit, we on all the bullshit (Okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay, okay)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Yeah)

On that bullshit (Okay), on that bullshit (Okay)

All the bullshit

 

Outro: Arthur Kar

Nah, I’m on, it’s midnight, I don’t care

Nothing’s happening on a Wednesday, I don’t care, I’m on

I’m looking for the smoke

This guy sitting front row, man, poof, who needs that?

Let me put my window down, I need fresh air

We don’t want that, we want bars

The reason why we listen to 21 and The Boy

That’s what we do in Paris, we don’t do Fashion Week

Fashion Week, it’s for the last decade, it’s not for us

It’s about the lights, the lights that we put on in the city

The lights of the Eiffel Tower

I’m in charge of it, I’m the one who’s putting it on every day

And you try to flex next, next to me on the red light with your ugly,

Whatever, flexing, most expensive car, V12

I drive a four-cylinder, I come from nothing, but

I’m doing something and you cannot catch my drive

As fast as you try to go, you will never catch me, man

There is only one way, and this way I’m driving, nobody can do it

I’m Birdman, that’s who I am

In Paris.