Drake and 21 Savage ‘Circo Loco’ Lyrics

Drake and 21 Savage’s new Her Loss album has arrived, and it has the internet buzzing.

After a week of delay, the dynamic duo released Her Loss, their highly anticipated joint LP, which features 16 songs and a single guest appearance from Travis Scott, on Friday (Nov. 4). “Circo Loco” is one of the songs that has received a lot of attention so far. The banger, produced by Boi-1da and Tay Keith, features progressing chords and booming bass, as well as Aubrey and the Slaughter King talking boss talk.

People are talking about certain lines in particular. Drake and 21 Savage each have one verse on the song, and Drake appears to be making amends with Kanye West for their Free Larry Hoover benefit concert performance in Chicago, which he claims was only done to appease Rap-A-Lot’s J Prince.

Throughout the song, Drake appears to address the Megan Thee Stallion shooting, in which Tory Lanez is accused of pulling the trigger. In a roundabout way, Drake implies that the Houston rapper may be lying about the incident.

Look at the lyrics and listen to “Circo Loco” below.

Check Out the Lyrics to Drake and 21 Savage’s “Circo Loco” Below

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VERSE 1 (Drake):
I been blowing through the money like it grow on trees
I been fucking on a French bitch, c’est la vie
I just put ’em on a jet, now they all Italian
Way I’m dressing, ’til I been to a thousand islands
This bitch lie ’bout getting shots, but she still a stallion
She don’t even get the joke, but she still smiling
Every night late night like I’m Jimmy Fallon
Crod’ shoot from anywhere like he Ray Allen
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Got a fur on in Tampa got me burning up
Shorty say she graduated, she ain’t learn еnough
Play your album track one, ‘kay, I heard enough
Girl, thе driver downstairs, better hurry up
Savage got a new stick, he wanna dirt it up
Touchdown in N.Y., turn the Mercer up
Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints
Introduce me to a nigga, yeah, it make sense
Gotta put her on the team, got a great bench
Linking with the opps, bitch, I did that shit for J Prince
Bitch, I did it for the Mob Ties
Feel like seventeen, two percs, frog eyes
And I never been the one to go apologize
Me, I’d rather hit ’em up one more time
Aye, known a girl for six months, dinner up at my place
But I got these diamonds on my neck so it’s a blind date
All my niggas on the roads raising up the crime rate
Your name not ringing out here, it’s on vibrate
And she took a skull now shorty gotta hydrate
And he did some dirt now my crodie gotta migrate
Prolly won’t see him for some years, when I do though
Turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Aye, Crodie, turn me
Aye, yeah, what? Crodie, turn me

VERSE 2 (21 Savage):
21, in a droptop Benz like it’s ’03
21, had the shooters ain’t down from the nosebleeds
21, gotta get this passport, keep my nose clean
Bitch tried to burn me up
Keep a man on tuck (Yeah)
I’a never slip (Never)
SF90 rims red like a poker chip (Pussy)
Rich as hell, still hood, in the stroker’s ville (Pussy)
Pink slip in the glove for the ownership (21)
Limping with the .30 on like a broke hip (21)
Red flag giving blood on some doner shit (On God)
All the opps get a bullet on some Oprah shit
Went from Angel Town estates to a bigger state
Prolly woulda had a zombie on me if I woulda stayed (21)
Still a caught a case if I woulda stayed (Facts)
I been thugging all my life, that’s just how I play it (Facts)
Still posted in the A’ where niggas feel me
Still gotta see the Gunners on Premier League (21)
Still gotta keep a gun that’s always near me
And I’m down to hit ’em up

OUTRO (Drake):
One more time, hit my line, you know that head was great
Oh, yeah, alright, don’t do romancing
One more time, you gotta run the face
Oh, yeah, alright
One more time


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