21 Way (freestyle) Lyrics - 21 Savage

Hot box with a paper tag on it 

Your baby brother used to be my crash dummy 

Don't call my phone if it ain't 'bout cash money 

I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout cash money 

I got a lot of shooters 'round me and they hungry 

He sold a zip and now he acting like he Tony 

I be chasing after money like I'm homeless 

I had to leave that bitch alone cause she was bogus 

Put a 100 on your head 

Now a nigga dead 

You niggas know that Young Savage will paint the city red 

I don't want to do no song with these niggas cause they scared 

Draco on the seat I keep that Draco on the seat 

Molly, percs and weed you know these bitches like to eat 

Slaughter gang, we slaughter hoes cause half these bitches freaks 

All the shit I've been through man it change a young G 

That's why I keep that hundred round drum around me 

That's why I keep a lot of fucking guns around me 

If you ain't with the gang you better not come around me 

All that mother fucking leashing ain't no bum around me 

You like that pillow talk but niggas shoot for fun around me 

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Round my way 

They robbin' round my way 

Shootin' around my way 

Ain't nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way 

Round my way 

They robbin' round my way 

Shootin' around my way 

Ain't nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way 

Round my way 

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