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21 Savage – Who Run It (Freestyle) Lyrics

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Who Run It Freestyle Lyrics by 21 Savage

[Intro]
Straight up
21

[Verse]
223 Diamondback with the drum, n—a “straight up”
Choppa like to crush alot, Big Pun n—a “straight up”
I’ve been taking money ever since I was young, n—a “straight up”
Sneak dissing, n—-s cutting out your tongue, n—a “straight up”
Real street n—a, I ain’t doing no capping n—a, I ain’t told no lies “21”
I don’t give a f–k if I got a hunnid’ million, I’m keeping my 45 “oh god”
Walking up on ya n—a, point blank range, we ain’t doing no drive-bys “yeah”
I still right here wit’ hollows n—a and I got my Glock out “facts”
She keep tryna watch Netflix, b—h I’m pulling my c–k out “straight up”
Hit her with the d–k and I left that b—h cockeyed “straight up, straight up”

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All these VVS’s I made your b—h caca “21, 21”
Talking out your neck, you get your T-shirt tie-dyed “21”
I’m on percocets, I think I’m finna skydive “yeah”
You little p—y cat, you must think you got nine lives “21”
I’m so sick of all this fruity s–t, you n—-s on thin ice
That stick gon’ cut you half time, now these n—-s wanna switch sides “straight up”
I ain’t really with that taking s–t, little n—a I’m walkin up “straight up”
That .30 like a tree lil’ n—a, watch where you barking up “straight up”
We got way too many shots, y’all lil’ n—-s can’t dodge enough “on God”
We can even challenge ya, cause y’all lil’ n—-s aren’t charged enough “fast”

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Quarter million dollar for a walkthrough “straight up”
Get the utmost respect when I walk through “straight up”
I love the way you suck that d–k, lil’ b—h don’t forget who taught you “straight up”
Wait to much can stopping “straight up”
Bogeyman n—a, I’ll haunt you “on God”
All these bullets ’round me n—a, I ain’t got ton of punch him to “21”
Hit ’em wit’ the 3-2, all y’all n—-s see through “yeah”
Brought they (?) seafood, had to hit a lick at Kiku “yeah-yeah”

Lil’ b—h I don’t need you “yeah-yeah”
Hell nah, I can’t eat you “yeah-yeah”
Let the whole gang G you, then I left that b—h at (?) “yeah-yeah”
You must scared or some, n—a let’s bet the spread or some “21”
That’s your main b—h, but I bet that lil’ b—h spread for some “God”
I got all these blues like I ain’t banging red or something “re”
I bought all these cars like l ain’t got no legs or something “yeah”
F–k that other side, pull up in ya hood (?) “21”

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Stash money, murder, two guns, n—a, big Bs “21”
Every time I hit that b—h she comeback like a frisbee “yeah”
I ain’t got time to play with nobody kids, go watch Disney “yeah”
Skin made of concrete, n—a, you can never be me “21”
My brother down the road with a touchscreen and FF “BF”
Candlelight gang, leave a n—a on the TV
Fish fry gang, y’all can’t even afford to die
B—h I’m wait too real like I ain’t even afford to lie

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