Umbrella Lyrics – Metro Boomin | 21 Savage

Umbrella Lyrics by Metro Boomin is a New English song from the album “HEROES & VILLAINS” sung by popular artists Metro Boomin, 21 Savage & Young Nudy. Lyrics of this song are penned by Metro Boomin & 21 Savage and music produced by Oracles & Metro Boomin.

Song Details
Singer : Metro Boomin, 21 Savage, Young Nudy
Album : HEROES & VILLAINS
Lyrics : Metro Boomin, 21 Savage, Morgan Freeman, Young Nudy, Celso Valli
Music : Peter Lee Johnson, Metro Boomin, Oracles
Label : Republic Records, Boominati Worldwide

Umbrella Lyrics

Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay, okay, okay
Big 4L, the biggest 4L
P***y, 21
21

G-Block savage with the criminals (21)
Ni***s throwin’ shots, they subliminal (21)
Say that this a problem then we spin on ’em (On God)
Get the whole drum ’cause I’m generous (Sprayed out)
Put your name on the bullets while I’m fillin’ ’em
All the opps scared ’cause we killin’ ’em
Eastside vet, I’m a general
All my ni***s twins, we identical (P**zy)
I put all the beef on the meat rack (Straight up)
Holes in his face, pull the sheet back (Facts)
His mama threw a counter like skeet that (Phew, phеw)
Stepped on her son call dеfab (P***y)
Paradise the wrong place to creep at (On God)
He tellin’ on the news, he a street rat (21)
Shoot the whole hundred, ni**a, keep that (P***y)
Pass the opp pack so I can chief that

Wet ’em, umbrella (Yeah)
Clutchin’ glizzys with the fellas (Yeah)
Choppa sing like it’s Adele, uh (Yeah)
Money, violence go together (Yeah)
Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
Can’t name a bi**h that made me sweat her (Say what? Yeah)
Cold-hearted, I’m a stepper (21)
These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (Hot)

Give me more shooters, I need it
Give me more plates know we greedy
We catchin’ bodies, we fiendin’
They catchin’ bodies, they dreamin’
And I just caught a body with your bi**h, she ain’t seen it (Uh-huh)
Suck me up, baby girl, ooh, she’s a demon (Wow)
Say she love the money, I say she fiendin’
Set up her ni**a, I’m plottin’ and schemin’
Slimeball (Slime), bi**h
Rich as a bi**h and they broke like her ni**a (Huh)
Sit in L.A., sendin’ shots to the ni**a
Cross the country, ni**a sendin’ them hitters (Kill ’em)
Ni**a actin’ country, play with me, ni**a (Kill ’em)
Stick right here make some noise (Boom)
Grip on that bi**h, hundred round, can’t avoid (Wow)
Bi**h shake the ground ain’t attached to that boy (Mm)
We shook the crowd when we stepped on that boy
Different breed, different hitters, different killers (Yeah)
Glock .23 and it come with extendo (Yeah)
Switch on the bi**h, finna whoop me a ni**a (Brr, brr, brr)
Think I was his mama when I get done (Brr)
Leavin’ no prints on the block (Yeah)
Leavin’ a snitch on they block (Yeah)
We left some opps on our block (Yeah)
These ni***s turnin’ to cops (Yeah)
They be makin’ song when their partner drop (Damn)

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Wet ’em, umbrella (Yeah)
Clutchin’ glizzys with the fellas (Yeah)
Choppa sing like it’s Adele, uh (Yeah)
Money, violence go together (Yeah)
Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
Can’t name a bi**h that made me sweat her (Say what?)
Cold-hearted, I’m a stepper (21)
These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (Hot)

Ni**a say it’s up, they be hidin’ though (21)
I can put it on but I still got a stylist though (On God)
Party in the Hills, all the bi**hes got a powder nose
Call ’em “Bent over on the counter” hoes (Straight up)
Came from the bottom, ni**a, I done reached a lot of goals
Reach for my chain, you get a lotta holes
Big 4L get ’em gone like, “Adiós”
Knock your hood down, ni**a, domino (21)
I ain’t really friendly, ni**a, f**k ’em all
Clip full of hollows, I’ma bust ’em all
Send ’em up to God with a f**kin’ call
Only time I ran is from the f**kin’ law
Big 4L, she wanna suck us all (P**y)
I got too much cash for a f**kin’ mall
If she ain’t my bi**h then I ain’t f**kin’ raw
If she for the streets then I ain’t f**kin’ raw

Wet ’em, umbrella (Yeah)
Clutchin’ glizzys with the fellas (Yeah)
Choppa sing like it’s Adele, uh (Yeah)
Money, violence go together (Yeah)
Bottega labels on my sweater (21)
Can’t name a bi**h that made me sweat her (Say what?)
Cold-hearted, I’m a stepper (21)
These bullets hot, jalapeño pepper (Hot)

Umbrella Music Video