Lyrics Major Distribution - 21 Savage , Drake

No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
Major distribution, man, my label on my dick, for real
Fucking with your friend and she ain't tell you y'all ain't shit, for real
I've been out here crushing on success, now she my bitch, for real
You say I'm persuasive, girl, but you can't spell that shit, for real

Hmm, hmm, in this mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Paid in full, I'm Mekhi Phifer
Know you're tired, we just did dinner for three hours
Lying to me all night, buying Benz Benz's out of spite
Paid a hundred, ran up something light
Simple price to keep 'em out my life
Booby Trap, we need a business office
Magic City need a business office
29, I keep a business office
I'm in lovе with Houston, Dallas, Austin
Tell your guys to hold off on the team
Chains seem like they may need money for coffins
Cuban girl, a fan of ground coffee
Text me on the Signal, don't call me

Hmm, hmm, major distribution, labels call me
Bad Bunny numbers, it's a robbery
500 million, just for Aubrey
Hmm, hmm, yeah, major distribution, how I pop it
Mention me to be the hottest topic
Same place you singing, bitch, you shopping

Okay, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, okay

Nigga tried to play this shit light
Play it cool, play me like I'm sweet
Fucking on an opp nigga bitch, say she miss the golds in my teeth
4L shit, know we stepping, y'all should get to funeral preparing
SF90, this is not McLaren, make an IG model run my errands
He gon' miss and we gon' spin his parents
Stayed in Houston long as Steve Francis
Shoot his feet, got him doing dances
Wigging niggas like I played at Kansas
Ever seen somebody get shot? Lot of shit I seen before the top
I ain't tryna wrestle like The Rock
Fuck the trish, I'd rather sip the Wock'
Lot of things I do to stay alive, everything except for call the cops
Savage still let his gun pop, FOX 5 gang, get you knocked

Major distribution, labels calling
Harry Styles numbers, it's a robbery
My niggas go in-Zayn to catch a body
We was face to face, you could've shot me

Okay, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, okay