808 Mafia - 21 Gates lyrics

[Verse 1: Vonte Gates] Call my shooters in the six Diamonds on me, look like piss Catch me in the hoop D below Keyon Rich I'm gone f** your main b**h 21 gone get your side b**h I've got hoes sniffing c**aine, sipping high tech All these dudes around me shooting sh** to stay excited Welcome to Bahamas, meet my plug on the island Smoke a whole a pound of green crack, got me f**ed up Literally found 20 bands, b**h I lucked up [Hook: 21 Savage] n***as don't wanna see me win, and I know it Why I get that check, grab that check, and I blow it? f**ed his baby mama first night, she was starstruck That sh** that's on my hip gone wake you up, n***a Starbucks She gone s** a real n***a long, she got lockjaw That money coming, going back and forth like a seesaw Made me spill my double cup, that sh** had me T'd off b**h I'm from the six you run up on me, blow your knees off [Verse 2: Just Rich Gates] I got shooters, I got shooters, I got shooters in that zone six Young n***a ride around, brazy with them yop sticks Water splashing in' n out that pot, I got sea sick Finessing with a dummy brick, p**y I do trap tricks VVS diamonds dancing, moving like a jet ski JC in my squad, man we run this sh** up to SC f** the rap game, man I do this sh** for slam dunk n***a call my phone for a zoe, what the f** you want? [Hook: 21 Savage] [Verse 3: Chris Gates] 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 gone f** I might cash your b**h out cus' that cash what I'm about, Gates! [Hook: 21 Savage]