21
People are funny
Aye, Krizz
Oh my God
Aye, Krizz
On me
I take a big ol' asset, gladly pass it
Give 'em a run 'fore it, done for the casket
Who keep the score anymore, I got a basket
It's about some of y'all, I ain't taking off your mask yet
'Cause I'm just tryna kick it
Show me where to put it at, I'm just tryna stick it
Let me pull my hoodie back
I just wanna see what I can see
I mean, be what I can be
Everything calm way before the song
Nina hit the phone, knew that it was on
Pull up in the truck
Holler out what's up out the window
We ain't balling, but pretend though
Everything calm way before the song
Nina hit my phone, knew that it was on
Pull up in the truck
Holler out what's up out the window
We ain't balling, but pretend though
(On me)
Feeling like what, what, what, what
This nigga cut my head off like a guillotine
Gotta wake it up, what, what, what, what
Y'all ain't feeling me
Y'all be killing me
Feeling like what, what, what, what
This nigga cut my head off like a guillotine
Gotta wake it up, what, what, what, what
What, what
Y'all be killing me
Just tryna drop racks on my birthday
Aye, it ain't even my birthday
Going 21 Sav on my birthday
Aye, it ain't even my birthday
Just tryna get a lot of air on my birthday
Aye, it ain't even my birthday
I'm going 21 Sav on my birthday
Aye, it ain't even my birthday
(On me)
Oh yeah
Everywhere I go, folks stare
So rare
Like my 21st birthday, player
Better not have no curfew
Party hard and hurt you
Especially if we off Patron and purple
Give you dope flows, make you get out your clothes
Middle finger those foes
If your thing is close, bro (Flip the bird)
Tech Nina just came from a bar-io
Best single, hit main, like Sicario
Rest, bring me no games, Super Mario
Blessed, leader on strange, impresario
Tech Nina just came from a bar-io
Best single, hit main, like Sicario
Rest, bring me no games, Super Mario
Blessed, leader on strange, impresario
Feeling like what, what, what, what
This nigga cut my head off like a guillotine
Gotta wake it up, what, what, what, what
Y'all ain't feeling me
Y'all be killing me
Feeling like what, what, what, what
This nigga cut my head off like a guillotine
Gotta wake it up, what, what, what, what
What, what
Y'all be killing me
Just tryna drop racks on my birthday
Aye, and it ain't even my birthday
Going 21 Sav on my birthday
Aye, it ain't even my birthday
Just tryna get a lot of air on my birthday
Aye, it ain't even my birthday
I'm going 21 Sav on my birthday
Aye, it ain't even my birthday
(On me)
Aye, Krizz
Oh my God
Aye, Krizz
On me
I take a big ol' asset, gladly pass it
Give 'em a run 'fore it, done for the casket
Who keep the score anymore, I got a basket
It's about some of y'all, I ain't taking off your mask yet
'Cause I'm just tryna kick it
Show me where to put it at, I'm just tryna stick it
Let me pull my hoodie back
I just wanna see what I can see
I mean, be what I can be
Everything calm way before the song
Nina hit the phone, knew that it was on
Pull up in the truck
Holler out what's up out the window
We ain't balling, but pretend though
Everything calm way before the song
Nina hit my phone, knew that it was on
Pull up in the truck
Holler out what's up out the window
We ain't balling, but pretend though
(On me)
Feeling like what, what, what, what
This nigga cut my head off like a guillotine
Gotta wake it up, what, what, what, what
Y'all ain't feeling me
Y'all be killing me
Feeling like what, what, what, what
This nigga cut my head off like a guillotine
Gotta wake it up, what, what, what, what
What, what
Y'all be killing me
Just tryna drop racks on my birthday
Aye, it ain't even my birthday
Going 21 Sav on my birthday
Aye, it ain't even my birthday
Just tryna get a lot of air on my birthday
Aye, it ain't even my birthday
I'm going 21 Sav on my birthday
Aye, it ain't even my birthday
(On me)
Oh yeah
Everywhere I go, folks stare
So rare
Like my 21st birthday, player
Better not have no curfew
Party hard and hurt you
Especially if we off Patron and purple
Give you dope flows, make you get out your clothes
Middle finger those foes
If your thing is close, bro (Flip the bird)
Tech Nina just came from a bar-io
Best single, hit main, like Sicario
Rest, bring me no games, Super Mario
Blessed, leader on strange, impresario
Tech Nina just came from a bar-io
Best single, hit main, like Sicario
Rest, bring me no games, Super Mario
Blessed, leader on strange, impresario
Feeling like what, what, what, what
This nigga cut my head off like a guillotine
Gotta wake it up, what, what, what, what
Y'all ain't feeling me
Y'all be killing me
Feeling like what, what, what, what
This nigga cut my head off like a guillotine
Gotta wake it up, what, what, what, what
What, what
Y'all be killing me
Just tryna drop racks on my birthday
Aye, and it ain't even my birthday
Going 21 Sav on my birthday
Aye, it ain't even my birthday
Just tryna get a lot of air on my birthday
Aye, it ain't even my birthday
I'm going 21 Sav on my birthday
Aye, it ain't even my birthday
(On me)
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Yates, Adam Cherrington, Samuel Watson
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