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21 savage – close my eyes lyrics

[intro: 21 savage & future]
lot of shots (yeah, yeah)
lot of shots (lot of shots)
30s on glocks (hollow tips)
30 shots (how i came)
lot of shots (how i came)
lot of shots (four, five)
30s on glocks (tec-9)
lot of shots (yeah, yeah)
30s on glocks (lot of, what?)
put you on fox (hold up, what?)
n-gg- we ain’t goin’ (fox 5)
lot of shots (breaking news)
30s on glocks (red shirts)
30s on glocks
if young metro don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you

[verse 1]
lot of shots, hold up
30s on glocks, hold up
put you on fox, hold up
put ’em in a casket, yeah
pull up on a banshee, yeah
n-gg-, f-ck your handshake, yeah
feel like i’m the last real rapper ’cause these n-gg-s weird
nah, these n-gg-s queers
sippin’ act, cheers
in my own lane, n-gg-, watch where you steer
think i got ’em scared, shot ’em in the beard
that’s a chin check, i’m certified everywhere
man, i’m certified for real, n-gg-
nah, for real, n-gg-
used to record right on deal, n-gg-
nah, for real, n-gg-
pillow talking get you k!lled, n-gg-
nah, for real, n-gg-
bronx n-gg-s say i’m ill n-gg-
nah, for real, n-gg-
bought a p-wn shop for real, b-tch
nah, for real, b-tch
keep my gun c-cked for real, b-tch
nah, for real, b-tch
n-gg-, we bond drop for real, b-tch
nah, for real, b-tch
cut your lawns off for real, b-tch
nah, for real, b-tch

[chorus]
i don’t wanna go to sleep, i’m way too high, dog
i can’t get no sleep, i swear i’m way too high, dog
i see dead bodies when i close my eyes, dog
i see dead bodies when i close my eyes, dog
peel a hotbox when it’s time to ride, dog
if you froze up last time, then you can’t ride, dog
i see dead bodies when i close my eyes, dog
i see dead bodies when i close my eyes, dog

[verse 2]
molly make ya’ jaws lock
nah, for real, dog
this b-tch done got me p-ssed off
need a pill, dog
tryna make a brick lock, whip your wrist, dog
tryna make a brick lock, whip your wrist, dog
i bought a 9 and he front a 9, that’s a half a brick
got a ‘rari n-gg- in the back still in the 6
we was young, you was on the swing, i was playin’ with sticks
in the trap, listenin’ for the brakes on a crown vic
hear the motherf-cker squeak, we gon’ hit the cut
trickin’ n-gg-s in the spot, we gon’ stick ’em up
fox five gang, coroner gon’ pick ’em up
breaking news gang, n-gg-, put your trigger finger up
yeah, all my n-gg-s throwed off
drive by, shoot your doors off
turn your four-door to a coupe, n-gg-
yeah, knock the noodles out your soup, n-gg-
yeah, zone 6 n-gg-s love to shoot n-gg-s
yeah, you heard ’bout it
n-gg-, we ain’t worried ’bout ya
hang around real shottas, hang around real robbers
y’all n-gg- real k!llers, pullin’ up real yoppas

[verse 3]
go against the gang, that’s like suicide, dog
go against the gang, that’s like suicide, dog
walk ups only when i’m shooting a drive, dog
we woke the neighbors up, at first the street was quiet, dog
have you ever did a real homicide, n-gg-?
have you ever made a n-gg- mama cry, n-gg-?
do or die n-gg- gotta do or die, n-gg-
if you ain’t the one doing it, you gon’ die, n-gg-
sometimes i look at god and i wonder “why,” n-gg-
why my n-gg-s had to be the ones that had to die, n-gg-
they k!lled one, we gon’ k!ll 5, n-gg-
winter time, we gon’ set your block on fire, n-gg-
yeah, yeah, like the 4th july, n-gg-
broad day, lettin’ them bullets fly, n-gg-
pull up with a stick like i’m sah, n-gg-
gang gang, dare a n-gg- to try it, n-gg-

- 21 savage lyrics

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