Berner - 21 Gunz Lyrics
Car parked outside for about 2 hoursScheme ass ak's, you know we gotta get oursSo I'm talking bout how I'm fully wisdom, money and powerBoth smoking his face and smaking in the back of the choppaNo time to waste bra, what's the combination?I'm laughing at the safe, I gotta make em pay upSaid it's bricks in the attic, money in the truck, I'm from the projectsWhere everybody sells drugs,Them mob figures nigga now you know the biznessShot pops in his face so we get the pictureGot a car for my chick, hoe it is itGot 50 g's for you fetty, we getting richerShe ain't kill a nigga quick, they my bunny *****esThink you about to ***** and then you missingI taught them show no love, yeah I'm in the pimpingCollecting they digits and managing womenBow to the emperor, lion mane at my feetSleep on a polar bear fur and my pillow's mean6 damn [?] whip glorious day for the king soon they gotta leadJust got a word there's a peasant in the residence, the princess made the guards teaseBring them from the dungeon and plunge them if they are thievesSniper took one out he was lounging at the guard keysI prolly would have left him leave, hit him with a small feetTryina feed the kids, I remember the hard gameI got a kingdom, but in the hood is where my heart staysTravel on, impress my people, with the dark waysThe hell was down when they were found at the edge of our sharp bladeThe hell was down when they were found at the edge of our sharp bladeA street pirate no eye patch, *****ing the game from the back till she climaxYou can run but where you hiding at?Got some niggas in the condo, choppa with the double drum bringosChilled in my com mode, kush slipping out my nostrilsKnow this life slipping as the time goesStay on in my grind mode, it's what my mind keep telling meBut get him out the way, I'll be right back to selling DWhich is me dope in it's purest spawnSo sit back by the track but you shooting onNiggas talk shit till them things popping ass, when that shit stop*****ing off money lil nigga keep rockA leap and a zip lock nigga, that 6 shooter give you 6 shots niggaCause niggas get clicked for that sort of shitI got a ***** that will kill you for a quarter bricksSalute the shooter at the side of it's deathConfusing cops with no evidence leftSalute the props, let the streets assumeWho put the kid down and really put the boy in the tombFear when they speak his name they feel goose bumpsRise on the back of his neck when I produce tumpNo blow, just drough, juiced up, with the mafia for real, uz-ed upHard pump nitro, dark shades, no love, no blindfoldDrama goes on long as life goesDo my homework and I finished my assignmentBelieve I own you when it's not from consignmentVocal if I see bullshit, you can't quiet meApproaching you with 2 full clips, you better hide from meAll that slick talk will get a nigga picked offSure but you're dough stepping, blow your whole shit off21 gunz salute, I used to be the youngest one in the groupNow my yg shoot, I'm a God in the street, plugs beg me to meetThey just wanna talk prices, I'm getting them cheapI told them homie listen up, them high chills burnHe got hit 2 times I hope it's not his turnI got rich off the fish scale, cookie and potI can't wait till I ball and my kush plans dryI had to get it baby, you see me bands dippingLean sipping, yeah the cream got the fiends itchingI saw my ex *****, she said she need pimpingI'm in the m6 with my Japanese *****esRiding round, I keep the weeds twisted2 zens and some gin got me seeing differentI let off 30 rounds in your coupe, 21 gunz salute.
