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21 savage – skrrt skrrt lyrics

[intro]
f-ck 12
skrrt skrrt
skrrt skrrt

[chorus]
skrrt skrrt (close that m-th-f-ckin’ door n-gga), skrrt skrrt
skrrt skrrt (f-ck around with these, you trippin’, n-gga), skrrt skrrt
skrrt skrrt (h-ll, hand me that baking soda, n-gga), skrrt skrrt
skrrt skrrt (why is them n-gga always tryna-), skrrt skrrt
skrrt skrrt (cut the stove up, cut the stove up, cut the-), skrrt skrrt
skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt (no, ’cause you don’t need that man)
skrrt skrrt
skrrt (h-ll, we gon’ find the dope, but still)
skrrt
skrrt skrrt (h-ll, keep that m-th-f-cker on me), skrrt skrrt

[verse 1]
cooking up dope in givenchys, all my n-ggas counting benjis
pull up on you with the sticks n-gga, we gon’ handle business
i know a lot of n-ggas out here say they worth a meal ticket
i guess everybody rich, you a godd-mn liar
took the stand on your right hand man, so you had to die
lost a lot of my real n-ggas, so i had to cry
21 and that s-x money what i live by
glock 40 with the 30 round and a red dot
young n-gga went from hotboxing to a trap spot
n-ggas clutching on the choppers every time the f-ckin’ door knock
santan molly that’ll make your f-cking heart stop
feds taking pictures every time the f-cking car stop
auntie hit the dope, said it make her f-cking jaw lock
stray bullets hitting kids while they playing hop scotch
15 and pregnant, told her momma and a f-cking tear drop
and that’s my soda, that’s my stove and that’s my pot
21

[chorus]
skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt
skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt
skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt
skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt
skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt
skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt
skrrt skrrt
skrrt
skrrt
skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt

[verse 2]
my wrist in the bowl and i skrrt, i bought a new ‘rari, i skrrt
i f-ck on your b-tch then i skrrt, we pull up and murder and skrrt
they n-ggas they know i’m berserk, i keep it up under my shirt
my n-gga we flipping that work, we jug and remixing that work
lil bitty b-tch wanna flirt, this lil’ bitty b-tch wanna flirt
i’m f-cking this b-tch for a perc, i’m f-cking this b-tch for a perc
i’m smoking the og from cali, you lil’ n-ggas still smokin’ purp
n-ggas be talking that gangster sh-t til these lil’ n-ggas get hurt
slaughter gang n-gga, they with me and they will put you on a shirt
i slaughter gang n-gga, i’ll slaughter your daughter then send her to church
can’t lose no more n-ggas, i lost some real n-ggas and n-gga it hurts
so i bought a new chopper, it’s fully and semi and 3 round burst

[outro]
(mothaf-cking slaughter tape, n-gga)
(yeah n-gga, y’all know what the f-ck going on n-gga)
(huh?)
slaughter your daughter
slaughter your daughter
21, 21, 21
skrrt skrrt
skrrt skirt
skrrt skrrt
skrrt skrrt

- 21 savage lyrics

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