break da law

21 Savage24 Dec 2018
Lyrics

break da law (Explicit) - 21 Savage (21·萨维奇)

Lyrics by:Shayaa Joseph/Joshua Howard Luellen/Leland Wayne/Bradley Brandon

Composed by:Shayaa Joseph/Joshua Howard Luellen/Leland Wayne/Bradley Brandon

Southside on the track yeah

Yeah

Cut the bulls**t I'm not with it

Call your main b***h she let me hit it

Haha ha

Metro boomin want some more n***a

Diamonds got dripped in a lake a lake

I don't be goin' on dates on dates

She got an a*s but it's fake it's fake

He savin' hoes need a cape cape

Lil' mama's head supreme straight up

But I'm still rockin' this bape on God

All I know is two guns n***a

If you a plate you get ate brrat

Had to put a b***h on pause pause

Me and my dawgs break laws laws

21 gang 'til I fall fall

You could get hit in the jaw your jaw

The chopper can hit all of y'all straight up

Your brother your goldfish and dog all

Most of my n***as just rob wow

They cut off and hand your balls on God

Hit your bff I'm petty 21

Can't leave the streets I ain't ready 21

Me and my hood got married 21

And my wedding ring was a machete straight up

Need me a keisha like belly straight up

Dissin' me got a n***a's homeboys buried on God

They don't come outside they scary scary

When we start spinnin' n***as' blocks they telling P***y

Got your baby mama in a yolk yolk

I don't smoke w**d I sell d**e 21

Ain't no back and forth it's smoke smoke

Pull up on you and your folks your folks

Try to give me head she choke ugh

We call you a rat 'cause you spoke b***h

All these tennis chains like I'm in a tennis game

Y'all n***as wearin' gold ropes you're broke

Killers out the 6 zone 6

Got 'em all hired straight up

Ex-girlfriends old hoes

Got 'em all fired bye-bye

Don't you 'cross the gang dawg

We're like barbed wire straight up

Stackin' up these M's

I'm a habitual car buyer skrrt

Actin' hollywood I kicked her out on wilshire bye

Got a model and she tighter than a grill plier fine

Sneak and steal my flow lot of these rappers slick biters 21

I'm 4 L gang for L dawg

And we got big rifles on God

Let me pop my s**t yeah

Keep a big glock on my hip yeah

One up top my s**t on God

I don't like to cock my s**t straight up

Y'all n***as gossip and s**t on God

No more beef we drop that s**t straight up

Y'all n***as talk that s**t straight up

Never had a payment I bought that s**t straight up straight up

Vs1 on my wrist wrist

Can't put my tongue on no b***h no b***h

'Cause I still kiss my kids I do

Ho you need to fix your wig you do

All my brothers did a bid straight up

When they came home we was rich straight up

F**k 40 acres and a mule

They got 50 racks and a brand new sig on God

Lil' boy get up out the way yeah

Lil' boy we didn't come to play yeah

And I got a partner named Dre Dre

You can get beats by Dre on God

You can get hit by K K

K hit you that's your last day day

Glock 27 that's bae 21

Stick the 30 in it had a baby yeah

My strippers got s-class 'cedes straight up

Ride me slow like you drivin' Miss Daisy

I ain't go to school 'cause I was too lazy

Had to cut her off 'cause she was too crazy

Moncler jacket a letterman letterman

I gotta keep a beretta man beretta man

She screamin' and scratchin' and yellin' man and yellin' man

I got her in a falsetto man falsetto man

Had to put a b***h on pause pause

Me and my dawgs break laws laws

21 gang 'til I fall fall

Me and my dawgs break laws laws

21 gang 'til I fall fall

Me and my dawgs break laws laws

You could get hit in the jaw your jaw

The chopper can hit all of y'all straight up

Your brother your goldfish and dog all

Most of my n***as just rob wow

They cut off and hand your balls on God

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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