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21 Savage

Skrtt Skrtt

 

Skrtt Skrtt

(album: The Slaughter Tape - 2015)


Fuck 12
Skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt

Skrrt skrrt (Close that muthafucking door nigga) Skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt (Fuck wrong with you? You tripping, nigga) Skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt (Hell, hand me that baking soda, nigga) Skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt (Gah damn nigga, I only [?]) Skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt (Cut the stove up, cut the stove up, cut the-) Skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt (No, 'cause you don't need that man, you trippin')
Skrrt skrrt
Skrrt (Hell, you gon' burn the dope up, but still)
Skrrt
Skrrt skrrt (Hell, keep that muthafucker on me) Skrrt skrrt

Cooking up dope in Givenchys, all my niggas counting benjis
Pull up on you with the sticks nigga, we gon' handle business
I know a lot of niggas out here say they worth a mill ticket
I guess everybody rich, you a goddamn liar
Took the stand on your right hand man, so you had to die
Lost a lot of my real niggas, so I had to cry
21 and that Sex Money what I live by
Glock 40 with the 30 round and a red dot
Young nigga went from hot boxing to a trap spot
Niggas clutching on the choppers every time the fucking door knock
Santan' molly that'll make your fucking heart stop
Feds taking pictures every time the fucking car stop
Auntie hit the dope, said it make her fucking jaw lock
Stray bullets hitting kids while they playing hop scotch
Fifteen and pregnant, told her momma and a fucking tear drop
And that's my soda, that's my stove and that's my pot
21

Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt
Skrrt
Skrrt
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt

My wrist in the bowl and I skrrt, I bought a new 'Rari, I skrrt
I fuck on your bitch then I skrrt, we pull up and murder and skrrt
These niggas they know I'm berserk, I keep it up under my shirt
My nigga we flipping that work, we juug and remixing that work
Lil' bitty bitch wanna flirt, this lil' bitty bitch wanna flirt
I'm fucking this bitch for a perc', I'm fucking this bitch for a perc'
I'm smoking the OG from Cali, you lil' niggas still smoking purp
Niggas be talking that gangster shit 'til these lil' niggas get hurt
Slaughter Gang nigga, they with me and they will put you on a shirt
I Slaughter Gang nigga, I'll slaughter your daughter then send her to church
Can't lose no more niggas, I lost some real niggas and nigga it hurts
So I bought a new chopper, it's fully and semi and three round burst

(Mothafucking Slaughter Tape, nigga)
(Yeah nigga, y'all know what the fuck going on nigga)
(Huh?)
Slaughter your daughter
Slaughter your daughter
21, 21, 21
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt

done

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