เนื้อเพลง F*ckin N*ggaz B*tches - 21 Savage

I'm sippin' act I'm sippin' act
This sh*t here worth more than c*caine
Come get your hoe I got your hoe
She say she wanna hang with the gang
I wanna bentley I want a rarri
Wanna buy my b*tch a ring
Yeah I'm fresh up out the trap but
B*tch I'm dressed in balmain
You n*ggas know I rep that murdaterri
Risin' like hussein
And my n*ggas jugggin', servin'
Boldercrest to oakland lane
Trappin' hard I'm trappin' hard
My money taller than jermaine
Them young n*gga ready to roll ya
Give a f*ck about yo stain
I hit yo hoe for about an hour
Took a shower then I changed
And I gave her a few hundred
Cause I didn't have no change
I spent a 20 on a rollie
With no diamonds it was plain
No the feds investigating
But I'm stiffer than a manne

F*cking n*ggas b*tches [x12]
F*cking all these b*tches [x4]

F*ckin' n*ggas b*tches
Countin' all these digits
I gave that hoe a cross
Since she wanna act like a pigeon
B*tch I'm 21 savage
All my cases get dismisses'
Ridin' with yo baby moma
She gonna blow me like a whistle
I pulled up on yo b*tch
She s*cked my pickle for a nickle
I still don't trust these b*tches
So I hit her with my pistol
You know slaughter gang with me
Put some shots inside your temple
Still that same young n*gga
Come through bustin' like a pimple
I'm pourin' syrup in my double cup
She asked to hit my cup
Told that b*tch she hit my double cup
She gotta let me f*ck
I don't give a f*ck
Still runnin' off with n*ggas bucks
Jump out the cut
With the forty tucked n*ggas better duck
Hundred rounds from out that choppa'
Ambulance gonna pick him up
N*gga miss me with that rap sh*t
I'll still hit you up
That's on my momma
I was robbin I was takin' I was young
I swear to god a 50 slab of
Summer mid that was my bond

F*cking n*ggas b*tches [x12]
F*cking all these b*tches [x4]