Damn
Damn, damn, damn
Woah, woah
Damn
I'ma let this MAC fly (MAC fly)
I ain't squashin' shit like
them other guys (Yeah)
And I ain't stoppin' shit
if my brother die (Hell nah, nigga)
And I'll send a blitz,
fuck the other side
(Baow, baow, baow, pew, pew, pew)
Hangin' out the window,
let this stick ride (Let it ride)
Yellow tape, it's another
homicide (Homicide)
Keep a blick, I can't stand
to see my mama cry (Keep a what?)
Nigga said, "Spin they block,"
now they Fox 5 (Pussy)
Like, niggas goddamn
(21, damn, 21)
Niggas just watch they man die
(Goddamn, 21, goddamn)
And go cry on Instagram
(21, goddamn, 21, goddamn)
Make goddamn long-ass
comments on Instagram and shit
(21, goddamn, 21,
goddamn, 21, goddamn)
But niggas like us (21, damn, 21)
We can't sit back and watch
this shit go on and shit
(Damn, 21, damn, 21)
'Cause niggas done died
behind this shit, you know
(Damn, 21, goddamn, 21)
Niggas done been around
each other dub plus since somе kids
(Goddamn, 21, goddamn,
21, goddamn)
Damn, I miss Larry,
though (That's my dog)
I wish he had it on,
he could've killеd that ho (Huh?)
He ain't die over no beef or no smoke,
though (What the fuck?)
You can't put him in no weed
and make no jokes, ho
(What the fuck?)
We done smoked a lot of niggas,
we up the score-score
(The score, nigga, 21)
We done killed a lot of niggas,
it's on the low-low
(Now you know, nigga, 21)
You done told on hella niggas,
you broke the G code (Pussy, what?)
See, Tip my dog, he ain't my friend,
that's my bro-bro (That's my bro, 21)
See, Savage got a nigga back
if I went broke (That's my dog)
And I'll get a nigga stretched
if he want smoke (Get you gone)
And I ain't dissin' on no track
for no promo (What the fuck?)
Because I make a lot of money
for you hobos
(Why you duck, nigga? 21)
Pussy boy (21)
See, I just be in my head
wonderin' like
How the hell you gon' go to war
and you ain't got no money?
You gotta pay for the funerals
You gotta goddamn
make sure you got
Them nice-ass clothes they be
wearin' at the casket and shit
You gotta make sure them
folks' mamas straight
You gotta make sure
your dog goddamn (Uh, uh, uh)
Get put in the ground the right way
I'm so sick of playin' these streets
and they wonder why
(They wonder why)
Had a dirty Glock on me
like a hundred times
And I still got thirty shots,
that's on Cap, although
I joke and bap a lot
I ain't talkin' shit on wax
'cause niggas get whacked
who rap a lot (Uh)
Still fuckin' up them racks
and pullin' fast shit off the lot (Phew)
Took some inches off the top,
put an extension on the Glock (Brr)
Said the streets was done now,
heard it ain't no fun now
(You know that)
He got hit with twenty-three (MJ),
'cause had his tongue out (Talkin')
When you get caught,
don't run now,
I love the sound of gunshots (Huh)
First I seen an opp shot,
then I see the son shot
Like a staircase, I'll run down,
spin from sunup to sundown
Forty up rounds,
you get gunned down,
we'll spill homicide in your town
I be shinin' up and down
Rockin' diamonds,
when I come around,
a hundred rounds (You know that)
When I touch down,
I'll probably blew around
fifty thou' (Ayy, ayy)
If I come around, that mean
I probably made
a hundred thou' (Swerv')
You lil' niggas clowns,
you out of style
Leave you out of bounds,
you out of bounds
(You out of bounds)
Lay that hammer down,
go out of town (Gone)
Brought this shit up
from the ground,
that's my stompin' ground
Graduate the streets,
front line, cap and gown
I'ma let this MAC fly (MAC fly)
I ain't squashin' shit
like them other guys (Yeah)
And I ain't stoppin' shit
if my brother die (Hell nah, nigga)
And I'll send a blitz,
fuck the other side
(Baow, baow, baow, pew, pew, pew)
Hangin' out the window,
let this stick ride (Let it ride)
Yellow tape, it's another
homicide (Homicide)
Keep a blick, I can't stand
to see my mama cry
(Keep a what?)
Nigga said, "Spin they block,"
now they Fox 5 (Duck, nigga, 21)