(Lyrics) 21 Savage – 7 Min Freestyle


Goyard duffle, yeah yeah
Got that draco in it, yeah yeah
Whip a chicken, yeah yeah
Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah
And I got that Glock, yeah yeah
I got thirty shots, yeah yeah
Got your baby mama, yeah yeah
She bent over n***a, yeah yeah
Young Savage trapping, yeah yeah
And I’m f*****g rapping, yeah yeah
I make lots of money, yeah yeah
And I throw it, throw it, yeah yeah

Ayy lil b***h you tryna blow it, yeah
Woah, chopper like a lawnmower, yeah
Woah, got that m***********g dagger on me
Woah, stab a n***a and his lil homie, woah
And I’m balling like Nowitski, woah
I get head like Lewinsky
Police tryna fingerprint me, woah
I’m running out that m**********r, n***a, woah
Get money like a m**********r, n***a
Bags in, n***a gas in
Cash out, n***a cash in
I’m robbing, ski masking
You n****s know that I’m ’bout action
Fishtail with the traction
F**k a fistfight, n***a I was blasting
Air that m**********r out, we was smashing
Got them VVS’s on me, n***a glass
F**k school n***a, always skipped class
F**k the other side, throwing red rags

Slaughter Gang, PDE gon’ do you bad n***a
Running through this cash, through this cash n***a
And my b***h bad, b***h bad n***a
Yeah, and I got a bag, got a bag n***a
Why these n****s mad, why they sad n***a
‘Cause I’m popping ho, yeah I’m popping ho
Got your main b***h, p***y popping ho
We don’t want that p***y, we just want that toppy ho
And I don’t want it if the s**t ain’t sloppy ho
Yeah, gang gang, n***a gang gang
Ayy, n****s snitching in the chain gang, ayy
They must not know they go in the chain gang, ayy
Stab ’em up, n***a stab ’em up
I’m a Bentley truck, you in a Acura
You n****s acting like I ain’t got racks or something
You n****s acting like I ain’t in the trap or something
F**k you n****s thought, Savage was just rapping huh
Hey, your main b***h, she gon’ back it up
21, that two-two-three gon’ make you back it up
21, that show money I just stack it up
21, I’m real gangster, you just acting tough, woah
N****s tryna put the feds on me, woah
My young n****s dropping shells on ’em, woah

I know they scared now, scared now
N****s broke, they can’t even pay they bail now
Ayy, I get a brick and I bust it down, n***a
Put it in the pyrex and drown it, n***a
Water whip the dope, water whip it
Ho, water whip your ho, water whip ’em, yeah
Them VVS’s got her hypnotized, yeah
I used to walk around with two nines, woah
Then I hit a n***a for two nines, 21
That’s a half a brick lil n***a, 21
You a f*****g shrimp lil n***a, 21
I got something for that lip lil n***a, 21
Have you with a limp lil n***a, 21
Cut you up, no temp lil n***a, yeah
I get money ’cause I’m rich n***a, yeah

I might f**k all on your b***h n***a, yeah
Got a drank in in the vip n***a, yeah
She want a gangster, not a wimp n***a, yeah
Burberry fur on me, s**t, woah
Thirty, Steph Curry on me, s**t, woah
Eating chicken curry in this b***h, woah
Good food, n***a good food, 21
I’m a gangster, you a good dude, 21
I won’t text her ’til she send nudes, 21
She call my phone when the rent due, 21
I ain’t got a dime for your stanking a*s, 21
Wash your behind with your stanking a*s, b***h
And your n***a broke, down bad, b***h

All my n****s having f*****g bags, b***h
Rich n****s, rich n****s, rich, 21
Hit n***a, hit n***a, hit, 21
That stick n***a, stick n***a, stick, 21
Bricks n***a, licks n***a, hits, 21
Slaughter Gang, PDE the s**t, 21
Got the rap game on lock fast, 21
Got the block game on lock fast, 21
I got that Glock aim on lock fast, 21
I drop cop and send shots fast, 21
You only gangster when the gangsters gone, 21
You just a p***y with a camera phone, 21
You just a b***h with an Instagram, 21
No trigger finger, I got a trigger hand, 21
All of ’em like to shoot n***a, 21
All of ’em like boot n***a, 21
All of ’em in your boot n***a, 21
Finger holes, n***a finger holes, 21

You just a p***y with some finger rolls, 21
I can’t respect a n***a with cornrows, 21
Broke n***a with your brother’s clothes, 21
Broke n***a f*****g your brother’s hoes, 21
Get your own n***a, get your own, 21
You ain’t grown, n***a you ain’t grown, 21
Your money brown and my money long, 21
My blunt green and my gas strong, 21
Your b***h bad and I got her number, 21
All her friends wanna throw a slumber, 21
I might f**k all on that b***h mama, 21

I might take that lil b***h out to ‘Hana’s, 21
Put that lil b***h in a Benz, yeah, 21
I wish that b***h had a twin, yeah, 21
She want all my friends, yeah, 21
Man that b***h got on some Timbs, yeah, 21
But I put that b***h in Gucci Gucci, 21
Man I f**k that b***h like she Karruche, 21
I might lick that, do the oochie coochie, 21
Got a brown one like a n***a Boosie, 21
N***a catch me all up in Bruce’s, 21
And you know I pull up with that uzi, 21
I’ma shoot a n***a, make the news and, 21

N****s umm, n****s n****s losing, 21
Yeah yeah, n***a yeah yeah, 21
Serve a n***a with no scale scale, 21
Come and help me wrap this bale, bale, 21
F**k 12, no seatbelt, 21
F**k 12, I don’t need help, 21
12 gauge, n***a that’s my help, 21


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