Lyrics:
on the side I'm fuckin' raw, now she think she mine[02:25.33]I keep the gun I don't hide[02:26.45]Niggas movin' like they might be allergic[02:29.00]To outside
coupe
What
That cou- cou- coupe
Buddy on his phone and he talking bout a gun but we know that he not gon shoot
Same nigga on the phone and he flexing with
and braggers
N***** is mad I manouvered the lavish
Improvin my status by usin them ladders
My crew is so savage
21 heads deep at yo palace to speak with you
That bitch call my phone
While I movin' that bricks
Up in the ceiling
I jus did the lob
I impressed that bitch
I will win the grammy
And I will be
the text[00:52.31]Bro got a lot that's on his mind and he stressed He graduated college and it made him break a sweat[00:57.43]Army boy, guns out, do a little
Foreign
800 Foreign Side let's do it, baow, grrt
Grah ayo, Jiggy, what's crackin'?
Baow
If niggas movin' wild
(If niggas movin' wild)
It get litty
they chain
Niggas'll never change cause they stuck in they ways
Play your part or get a permanent path in your waves
21 gun salute for niggas that
buckets well fuck it where pat now?
Where pat now? Where pat now?
I'm having lunch w the sponge n da crab now.
Hit 21 I get drunk w da packs now
Cud cop
The good dying young young young young
Expanding Club 21 one one
Shot four times then by a SUV overrun run
Turn argument over a watergun gun gun
now you know it Mm-mm
Movin' with the goons, I know you know it Mm-mm
Are you mad or you fuckin' stupid? Mm-mm
Man na big man, I know you know it Mm-mm
I just turned 21, I'm tryna have some fun
Treat me like a loaded gun
I just turned 21, I'm tryna have some fun
Treat me like a loaded gun
Cus' I
on pressin' on (gotta keep pressin' on)
Sky is the limit and you know that you can
(Gotta keep movin', gotta keep pressin' on)
Have what you want, be what
on pressin' on (gotta keep pressin' on)
Sky is the limit and you know that you can
(Gotta keep movin', gotta keep pressin' on)
Have what you want, be what
(intro)
i just have to meet up with her
she like a yin yang just ryt by her own
fucken hot {gun slick)
(hook)
yho its deep in the night {gun
myself, call me Gates, startup
If you ain't rich by 21 then you can't catch up
Sippin' and I'm whippin' and this city got me trippin'
Don't need substance
You'll couldn't pass go
I pop pill and sip lean
I don't smoke but my eyes low
A nigga better check the score
Like we don't 21 niggas
I got guns I can't
MAC, for the chit-chat
Did the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck on the dick, now the bitch
anyone
And brodie takin' these pills ain't see past 21
In glocks we bust know I keep many guns
Know the chop gon' bust it kill em' one and done
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
the ops block when we want
Ap hit him he thought he got hit by a pump
100 shots out the chopper i'm dropping a ton
I got like 33 shots in my gun
Put
with your life they'll take your only one
And for my safety I got niggas totin loaded guns
Cuz these days the street sayin I'm lucky I reached 21
These
and shake[00:42.45]All them boys be opps[00:44.13]Get caught by the cops[00:45.39]Slap your face chris rock[00:46.77]Driving by spin the block[00:48.18]Guns be blazing we
[02:01.21] Why don’t you police police
[02:02.31] When they are killing ppl week by week of color tryna make it decent living?
[02:05.15] Type em in and you
them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn
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