LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeRich Flex (With 21 Savage)
[Part I]Go buy a zip of weed, hit the clubPay for 'bout ten niggas to get inwe crunk, lit, in this bitch, yeahKnow we walk around the worldSteppin', not givin a damn 'boutwhere our feet land at, yeahGet your ass mushed, smooshed (6ix)Yeah, 21, the biggestPut a nigga in the chicken wing, pussy21, can you do somethin' for me? (21)Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me? (21)And 21, can you do somethin' for me? (21, 21)Drop some bars to my pussy ex for meThen 21 (21) , can you do somethin' for me? (Yeah)Can you talk to the opps necks for me? (Okay)21, do your thing 21, do your thing (21)Do your thing, 21, yeah okayYellow diamonds in the watch, this shit cost a lotNever send a bitch your dotthat's how you get shotI in Vanish Mode, I do that shit a lotTook her panties off and this bitch thicker than the plotAll my exes ain't nothin'them hoes bustedIf my opps ain't rappin', they ass duckin'You ain't ready to pull the trigger, don't clutch itI know you on your period baby, can you suck it?I'm a savage (21)Smack her booty in Magic (21, 21)I'll slap a pussy nigga with a ratchet (Pussy)I might slap a tracker on his whipand get the addy (Pussy)Don't call me on Christmas Eve, bitchcall your daddy (21)Bitch, call your uncle (21) , bitch, don't call me (21)Always in my L, your ho a freak (Fuck)Why my opps be posting gunsand only use they feet? (21)Paid like an athlete, I got-All you hoes, all of you hoes need toremember who y'all talking' toIt's a Slaughter Gang CeoI got dick for youif I'm not workin', girlIf I'm busy then fuck noYou need to find you someone else to callWhen your bank account get lowyou need to find you someone-[Part Ii]Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyI'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, ayymurder gang shitAyy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayymurder gang shit, ayySticks and stones, chrome on chromeThat's just what a nigga onInternet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phonePussies cliquin' upso they don't feel alone, ayyNan' nigga seein' me, I'm Young MoneyI used to roll with Cmg, the house is not a BnbThe bad bitches waitin' on a niggalike I'm PndI'm steady pushin' P, you niggas pushing PtsdI told her ass to kiss me in the club, fuck a TmzI used to want a Gmcwhen Woe was doing BneWe revvin' upand goin' on a run like we DmcI layup with her for a couple days, then its BrbYou rappers love askin'if I fucked, when you know we didWhen you know we didShe came in heelsbut she left out on her cozy shitAyy, I'm livin every twenty-fourlike Kobe didShoutout to the 6ix, R. I. P to 8Swear this shit is gettin' ateI'm on ten for the cakeGet a lot of love from twelve, but I don't reciprocateFifty-one division stay patrollin' when it's late21 my addy, so the knife is on the gateAll the dawgs eatin' off a Baccarat plateNiggas see Drake and they underestimateTake it from a vet', that's a rookie ass mistake, ayySlaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shitAyy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shitAyy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shitOn GodBoy, look, you the motherfuckin' man, boy, you, oohYou is the man, you hear me?
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