21 Gates
Yoh 21! (Woo!)
It's JCE Gang, bitch
You know Gates crew type shit
Rich Gates, Vonte Gates, Chris Gates!
JCE! Blood!
Call my shooters in the six, diamonds on me, look like piss
Catch me in the hoop D below Keyon Rich
I'm gon' fuck your main bitch, 21 gon' get your side bitch
I've got hoes sniffing cocaine (cocaine) and sipping high-tech
All these dudes around me shooting shit to stay excited
Welcome to Bahamas, meet my plug on the island
Smoke a whole a pound of green crack, got me fucked up
Literally found 20 bands, bitch I lucked up
Niggas don't wanna see me win, and I know it (I know it)
Why I get that check, grab that check, and I blow it?
Fucked his baby mama first night, she was starstruck (21)
That shit that's on my hip gon' wake you up, nigga Starbucks
She gon' suck a real nigga long, she got lockjaw
That money coming, going back and forth like a seesaw
Made me spill my double cup, that shit had me T'd off
Bitch, I'm from the 6, you run up on me, blow your knees off
I got shooters, I got shooters, I got shooters in that Zone 6
Young nigga ride around, brazy with them yop sticks
Water splashing in and out that pot, I got sea sick
Finessing with a dummy brick, pussy I do trap tricks
VVS diamonds dancing, moving like a jet ski
JCE, my squad, man, we run this shit up to SC
Fuck the rap game, man, I do this shit for slam dunk
Nigga call my phone for a Zoe, what the fuck you want?
Niggas don't wanna see me win, and I know it (I know it)
Why I get that check, grab that check, and I blow it?
Fucked his baby mama first night, she was starstruck (21)
That shit that's on my hip gon' wake you up, nigga Starbucks
She gon' suck a real nigga long, she got lockjaw
That money coming, going back and forth like a seesaw (yeah, Chris Gates)
Made me spill my double cup, that shit had me T'd off (woo! Woo! Woo!)
Bitch, I'm from the 6, you run up on me, blow your knees off
Made a whole lot of Fetty with my Trap Queen
I got grams of loud for the 15
I'm running from 12 like Batman, I pull up with shooters in a black van
Swing through your hood like Tarzan (woo, woo)
Pull up, pull up, I got dirty in my cup
I'm sipping on that syrup (lean), I'm sipping on that syrup (lean)
I'm in the club with the old man, yeah that 40 tucked
Your ex on my dick, if I see her we gon' fuck
I might cash your bitch out cus' that cash what I'm about, Gates!
Niggas don't wanna see me win, and I know it (I know it)
Why I get that check, grab that check, and I blow it?
Fucked his baby mama first night, she was starstruck (21)
That shit that's on my hip gon' wake you up, nigga Starbucks
She gon' suck a real nigga long, she got lockjaw
That money coming, going back and forth like a seesaw
Made me spill my double cup, that shit had me T'd off
Bitch, I'm from the 6, you run up on me, blow your knees off
It's JCE Gang, bitch
You know Gates crew type shit
Rich Gates, Vonte Gates, Chris Gates!
JCE! Blood!
Call my shooters in the six, diamonds on me, look like piss
Catch me in the hoop D below Keyon Rich
I'm gon' fuck your main bitch, 21 gon' get your side bitch
I've got hoes sniffing cocaine (cocaine) and sipping high-tech
All these dudes around me shooting shit to stay excited
Welcome to Bahamas, meet my plug on the island
Smoke a whole a pound of green crack, got me fucked up
Literally found 20 bands, bitch I lucked up
Niggas don't wanna see me win, and I know it (I know it)
Why I get that check, grab that check, and I blow it?
Fucked his baby mama first night, she was starstruck (21)
That shit that's on my hip gon' wake you up, nigga Starbucks
She gon' suck a real nigga long, she got lockjaw
That money coming, going back and forth like a seesaw
Made me spill my double cup, that shit had me T'd off
Bitch, I'm from the 6, you run up on me, blow your knees off
I got shooters, I got shooters, I got shooters in that Zone 6
Young nigga ride around, brazy with them yop sticks
Water splashing in and out that pot, I got sea sick
Finessing with a dummy brick, pussy I do trap tricks
VVS diamonds dancing, moving like a jet ski
JCE, my squad, man, we run this shit up to SC
Fuck the rap game, man, I do this shit for slam dunk
Nigga call my phone for a Zoe, what the fuck you want?
Niggas don't wanna see me win, and I know it (I know it)
Why I get that check, grab that check, and I blow it?
Fucked his baby mama first night, she was starstruck (21)
That shit that's on my hip gon' wake you up, nigga Starbucks
She gon' suck a real nigga long, she got lockjaw
That money coming, going back and forth like a seesaw (yeah, Chris Gates)
Made me spill my double cup, that shit had me T'd off (woo! Woo! Woo!)
Bitch, I'm from the 6, you run up on me, blow your knees off
Made a whole lot of Fetty with my Trap Queen
I got grams of loud for the 15
I'm running from 12 like Batman, I pull up with shooters in a black van
Swing through your hood like Tarzan (woo, woo)
Pull up, pull up, I got dirty in my cup
I'm sipping on that syrup (lean), I'm sipping on that syrup (lean)
I'm in the club with the old man, yeah that 40 tucked
Your ex on my dick, if I see her we gon' fuck
I might cash your bitch out cus' that cash what I'm about, Gates!
Niggas don't wanna see me win, and I know it (I know it)
Why I get that check, grab that check, and I blow it?
Fucked his baby mama first night, she was starstruck (21)
That shit that's on my hip gon' wake you up, nigga Starbucks
She gon' suck a real nigga long, she got lockjaw
That money coming, going back and forth like a seesaw
Made me spill my double cup, that shit had me T'd off
Bitch, I'm from the 6, you run up on me, blow your knees off
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