21 Savage - 7 Minute Freestyle lyrics

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21 Savage - 7 Minute Freestyle lyrics

[Verse] 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 trappin', yeah yeah And I'm f**in' rappin', 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 motherf**in' dagger on me Woah, stab a n***a and his lil homie, woah And I'm ballin' like Nowitzki, woah I get head like Lewinsky Police tryna fingerprint me, woah I'm runnin' out that motherf**er, n***a, woah Get money like a motherf**er, n***a Bags in, n***a gas in Cash out, n***a cash in I'm robbin', ski maskin' You n***as know that I'm 'bout action Fishtail with the traction f** a fistfight, n***a I was blasting Air that motherf**er out, we was smashin' Got them VVS's on me, n***a gla** f** school n***a, always skipped cla** f** the other side, throwin' red rags Slaughter Gang, PDE gon' do you bad n***a Runnin' 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***as mad, why they sad n***a 'Cause I'm poppin' ho, yeah I'm poppin' ho Got your main b**h, p**y poppin' ho We don't want that p**y, we just want that toppy ho And I don't want it if the sh** ain't sloppy ho Yeah, gang gang, n***a gang gang Ayy, n***as 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***as actin' like I ain't got racks or somethin' You n***as actin' like I ain't in the trap or somethin' f** you n***as thought, Savage was just rappin' 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***as tryna put the feds on me, woah My young n***as droppin' shells on 'em, woah I know they scared now, scared now n***as 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**in' shrimp lil n***a, 21 I got somethin' 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** 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, sh**, woah Thirty, Steph Curry on me, sh**, 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 stankin' a**, 21 Wash your behind with your stankin' a**, b**h And your n***a broke, down bad, b**h All my n***as havin' f**in' bags, b**h Rich n***as, rich n***as, 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 sh**, 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**in' 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** 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** 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***as umm, n***as n***as losin', 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** 12, no seatbelt, 21 f** 12, I don't need help, 21 12 gauge, n***a that's my help, 21

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