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21 savage – who run it freestyle lyrics


trap music
straight up

.223 diamondback with the drum, n-gg- (straight up)
choppa like to crush a lot, big pun n-gg- (straight up)
i’ve been taking money ever since i was young, n-gg- (straight up)
sneak dissin’, n-gg-s cuttin’ out your tongue, n-gg- (straight up)
real street n-gg-, i ain’t doin’ no cappin’, n-gg-, i ain’t told no lies (21)
i don’t give a f-ck if i got a hunnid’ million, i’m keepin’ my .45 (on god)
walkin’ up on ya n-gg-, point blank range, we ain’t doin’ no drive-by’s (yeah)
i still right here wit’ hollows, n-gg-, and i got my glock out (facts)
she keep tryna watch netflix, b-tch, i’m pullin’ my c-ck out (straight up)
hit her with the d-ck and i left that b-tch c-ckeyed (straight up, straight up)
all these vvs’s, i made your b-tch c-ckeyed (21, 21)
talkin’ out your neck, you get your t-shirt tie-dyed (on god)
i’m on percocet’s, i think i’m finna skydive (yeah)
you little n-ggercat, you must think you got nine lives (21)
i’m so sick of all this fruity sh-t, you n-gg-s on thin ice
that stick gon’ cut you half-time, now these n-gg-s wanna switch sides (straight up)
i ain’t really with that takin’ sh-t, lil’ n-gg-, i’m walkin’ up (straight up)
that .30 like a tree lil’ n-gg-, watch where you barkin’ up (straight up)
we got way too many shots, y’all lil’ n-gg-s can’t dodge enough (on god)
we can even challenge ya, ’cause y’all lil’ n-gg-s ain’t charged enough (fast)
quarter million dollar for a walkthrough (straight up)
get the utmost respect when i walk through (straight up)
i love the way you suck that d-ck, lil’ b-tch, don’t forget who taught you (straight up)
way too much, can’t stalk you (straight up)
bogeyman, n-gg-, i’ll haunt you (on god)
all these bullets ’round me, n-gg-, i ain’t got time to punch you (21)
hit ’em wit’ the 3-2, all y’all n-gg-s see through (yeah)
broad day, i’ll see food, had to hit a lick at kiku (yeah-yeah)
lil’ b-tch i don’t need you (yeah-yeah)
h-ll nah, i can’t eat you (yeah-yeah)
let the whole gang g you, then i left that b-tch at jeju (yeah-yeah)
you must be scared or some, n-gg-, let’s bet the spread or some (21)
that’s your main b-tch, but i bet that lil’ b-tch spread for some (on god)
i got all these blues like i ain’t bangin’ red or somethin’ (trre)
i bought all these cars like l ain’t got no legs or somethin’ (yeah)
f–k that other side, pull up in ya hood switch it (21)
stash money, murder, two guns, n-gg-, big b’s (21)
every time i hit that b-tch she come back like a frisbee (yeah)
i ain’t got time to play with n-body kids, go watch disney (yeah)
skin made of concrete, n-gg-, you can never be me (21)
my brother down the road with a touchscreen and a fefe (bf)
candlelight gang, leave a n-gg- on the tv (21)
fish fry gang, y’all can’t even afford to die
b-tch, i’m way too real, i can’t even afford to lie