21 Skuba

Lyrics

[Hook] Hold up Got that big gun We ain't reload nun They all hunnid rounds Bitch we war ready We done woke up with it Fuck yo attitude We on gang shit Like nigga gang gang My niggas hard body We done caught bodies Ain't gotta talk bout it My niggas stuck with me We pull up with it You ain't really bout it All my niggas with it [Verse 1] I make them niggas feel it, cause I feel like it Regular 50 round, use that whole bitch Put blood on yo kid, like lil blood that's yo lick Leave blood on yo bitch, she was too close to the chopstick Leave blood with no life, he was too close to my opps, smh Big AR with the drum, make a mess Young Skuba Steve, Riochet with the techs All this weed I don't need nothing else All this lean, I don't need nothing else All this cheese, I don't need nothing else Don't need no help, just me and myself Got the Eastside belt Serve that dope off the shelf Right front of 12 Don't give a fuck of a hell Bitch want money oh well Bitch no deal Yo sister gone fuck off the bail I got raw on the scale Cooking as well Cookie gone cover the smell You niggas tell, and most of you niggas frail Won't even waste my shells [Hook] Got that big gun We ain't reload nun They all hunnid rounds Bitch we war ready We done woke up with it Fuck yo attitude We on gang shit Like nigga, gang gang My niggas hard body We done caught bodies Ain't gotta talk bout it My niggas stuck with me We pull up with it You ain't really bout it All my niggas with it [Verse 2] Park the foreign Walk him down SS109s Hawk him down Ain't no talking loud, after they chalk him out Ain't shit to talk about Get them coffins out We gone make them understand that this shit ain't fluke, all this shit was planned We gone get them bands Take a chance, and we gone take yo mans Whip them grams Don't need extra hands, I just do my dance Armstrong yeah, Skuba Lance Ride out on yo friends I can't have no dope inside my walls because it's money in 'em Street king, keep bout 3 keys in every other crib Bunch of clips, I got OG sauce straight from the mothership Thuggin it, the toughest youngest niggas with me running shit [Hook] Got that big gun We ain't reload nun They all hunnid rounds Bitch we war ready We done woke up with it Fuck yo attitude We on gang shit Like nigga gang gang My niggas hard body We done caught bodies Ain't gotta talk bout it My niggas stuck with me We pull up with it You ain't really bout it All my niggas with it