21 Savage, Drake – MR RECOUP (Lyrics)

Read the official lyrics for MR RECOUP by 21 Savage and Drake. Understand the song’s context for karaoke and fan engagement.

The lyrics for 21 Savage and Drake’s “MR RECOUP” present a direct and unfiltered narrative central to the artists’ known personas. For fans seeking to engage with the song for singalongs or to grasp its essence, the words paint a clear picture. Drake opens with reflections on success and unspoken conflict, name-dropping associates like Chubbs and referencing Toronto’s Yonge Street, a nod to his roots. The chorus, a joint effort, establishes the track’s core theme of loyalty and retaliation, with 21 Savage and Drake repeating the declarative “Us, us, it was us.” This hook transforms into an anthem of collective action and paranoia. 21 Savage’s verses contribute his characteristic grim detail, focusing on confrontation and the tangible consequences of street politics.

His lines about conversing with CEOs while others “talk on the pillow” illustrate the dichotomy of his world. Drake’s second verse flaits luxury and aliases, cementing “Mr. Recoup” as a moniker for reclaiming what’s owed. The lyrics overall avoid abstraction, favoring a blunt, confrontational tone that matches the track’s aggressive production. Understanding these lyrics enhances the listening experience, providing context for the ad-libs and flows that define the song’s energy. The content serves as a continuation of the stories both artists have built their legacies upon, offering followers another piece of their authentic, albeit often brutal, storytelling. This lyrical presentation is crucial for full appreciation, whether for casual listening, performance, or deeper analysis of their collaborative work.

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Produced by Whiskerprince, Shemar Pierre, Brinx Parker
December 12, 2025
1 song, 3 minutes
℗ 2025 Slaughter Gang, LLC under exclusive license to Epic Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment

Lyrics

[Intro: Drake]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
Just bought a pair of new gym fuckin’ socks
Chubbs’ Tyler Perry, he make plays for the block
Wasn’t even ’bout to rap on this, but it knocks
Where you tryna go? ‘Cause it’s smoke at the top
Spade at the party, throw them bitches in the truck
We was just on Yonge Street, they was eatin’ it up
My life ain’t a movie, bitch, it’s just us
They can’t find the shooter, bitch, ’cause it’s us

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Drake]
Us, us, it was us
Niggas shot my brother, now I don’t know who to trust
My opps be so broke that we’ve been shootin’ at the bus
Bro say, “Play it patient,” nah, dog, I’m in a rush, I’m tryna buck

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Ayy, I’m tryna shoot, he tryna clutch, ayy
I’m tryna add him to the list like a deluxe, ayy
I’m tryna watch the windshield fall from off his truck, ayy
I’m tryna smack his twin, show him it wasn’t luck, pussy

[Verse 3: Drake]
Damn, Alex Moss, that’s a really big chain
Really, it’s no wonder why my neck is in pain
Damn, Iceman, your initials just changed
Mr. Recoup, that’s my other nickname
Spade at the party, long wheel, bass range
Chances are I’ll probably never see these hoes again
No Face B, that’s my motherfuckin’ hitter
Drake is your daddy and he couldn’t find a sitter

[Verse 4: 21 Savage]
Every single year, what I’m grossin’, it get bigger
If I really pop it, I’ll have some niggas triggered (My bad)
I ain’t no real rapper, I’m a fuckin’ gravedigger (Pussy)
He don’t like me ’cause my niggas killed one of his niggas (Bitch)
Pitch-black paint, but the seats, they vanilla (Go)
I converse with CEOs, you talk on the pillow (Go)
Watch me do the trainin’ then smack your main hitter (21)
I got fifty-somethin’ old schools like my name Spitta (21)
All these niggas cap, they exaggeratin’ hats (Pussy)
Go against the mob, you’ll be layin’ on your back (Frrt)
I don’t speculate, if I speak, then it’s the facts (Facts)
We the type of niggas, cut the tails off the rats (Bitch)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Drake]
Us, us, it was us
Niggas shot my brother, now I don’t know who to trust
My opps be so broke that we’ve been shootin’ at the bus
Bro say, “Play it patient,” nah, dog, I’m in a rush, I’m tryna buck