เนื้อเพลง 7 Min Freestyle - 21 Savage

Goyard duffle, yeah yeah
Got that draco in it, yeah yeah
Whip a chicken, yeah yeah
Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah
And I got that Glock, yeah yeah
I got thirty shots, yeah yeah
Got your baby mama, yeah yeah
She bent over n*gga, yeah yeah
Young Savage trappin', yeah yeah
And I'm f*ckin' rappin', yeah yeah
I make lots of money, yeah yeah
And I throw it, throw it, yeah yeah
Ayy lil b*tch you tryna blow it, yeah
Woah, chopper like a lawnmower, yeah
Woah, got that motherf*ckin' dagger on me
Woah, stab a n*gga and his lil homie, woah
And I'm ballin' like Nowitzki, woah
I get head like Lewinsky
Police tryna fingerprint me, woah
I'm runnin' out that motherf*cker, n*gga, woah
Get money like a motherf*cker, n*gga
Bags in, n*gga gas in
Cash out, n*gga cash in
I'm robbin', ski maskin'
You n*ggas know that I'm 'bout action
Fishtail with the traction
F*ck a fistfight, n*gga I was blasting
Air that motherf*cker out, we was smashin'
Got them VVS's on me, n*gga glass
F*ck school n*gga, always skipped class
F*ck the other side, throwin' red rags
Slaughter Gang, PDE gon' do you bad n*gga
Runnin' through this cash, through this cash n*gga
And my b*tch bad, b*tch bad n*gga
Yeah, and I got a bag, got a bag n*gga
Why these n*ggas mad, why they sad n*gga
'Cause I'm poppin' ho, yeah I'm poppin' ho
Got your main b*tch, p*ssy poppin' ho
We don't want that p*ssy, we just want that toppy ho
And I don't want it if the sh*t ain't sloppy ho
Yeah, gang gang, n*gga gang gang
Ayy, n*ggas snitching in the chain gang, ayy
They must not know they go in the chain gang, ayy
Stab 'em up, n*gga stab 'em up
I'm a Bentley truck, you in a Acura
You n*ggas actin' like I ain't got racks or somethin'
You n*ggas actin' like I ain't in the trap or somethin'
F*ck you n*ggas thought, Savage was just rappin' huh
Hey, your main b*tch, she gon' back it up
21, that two-two-three gon' make you back it up
21, that show money I just stack it up
21, I'm real gangster, you just acting tough, woah
N*ggas tryna put the feds on me, woah
My young n*ggas droppin' shells on 'em, woah
I know they scared now, scared now
N*ggas broke, they can't even pay they bail now
Ayy, I get a brick and I bust it down, n*gga
Put it in the pyrex and drown it, n*gga
Water whip the dope, water whip it
Ho, water whip your ho, water whip 'em, yeah
Them VVS's got her hypnotized, yeah
I used to walk around with two nines, woah
Then I hit a n*gga for two nines, 21
That's a half a brick lil n*gga, 21
You a f*ckin' shrimp lil n*gga, 21
I got somethin' for that lip lil n*gga, 21
Have you with a limp lil n*gga, 21
Cut you up, no temp lil n*gga, yeah
I get money 'cause I'm rich n*gga, yeah
I might f*ck all on your b*tch n*gga, yeah
Got a drank in in the vip n*gga, yeah
She want a gangster, not a wimp n*gga, yeah
Burberry fur on me, sh*t, woah
Thirty, Steph Curry on me, sh*t, woah
Eating chicken curry in this b*tch, woah
Good food, n*gga good food, 21
I'm a gangster, you a good dude, 21
I won't text her 'til she send nudes, 21
She call my phone when the rent due, 21
I ain't got a dime for your stankin' ass, 21
Wash your behind with your stankin' ass, b*tch
And your n*gga broke, down bad, b*tch
All my n*ggas havin' f*ckin' bags, b*tch
Rich n*ggas, rich n*ggas, rich, 21
Hit n*gga, hit n*gga, hit, 21
That stick n*gga, stick n*gga, stick, 21
Bricks n*gga, licks n*gga, hits, 21
Slaughter Gang, PDE the sh*t, 21
Got the rap game on lock fast, 21
Got the block game on lock fast, 21
I got that Glock aim on lock fast, 21
I drop cop and send shots fast, 21
You only gangster when the gangsters gone, 21
You just a p*ssy with a camera phone, 21
You just a b*tch with an Instagram, 21
No trigger finger, I got a trigger hand, 21
All of 'em like to shoot n*gga, 21
All of 'em like boot n*gga, 21
All of 'em in your boot n*gga, 21
Finger holes, n*gga finger holes, 21
You just a p*ssy with some finger rolls, 21
I can't respect a n*gga with cornrows, 21
Broke n*gga with your brother's clothes, 21
Broke n*gga f*ckin' your brother's hoes, 21
Get your own n*gga, get your own, 21
You ain't grown, n*gga you ain't grown, 21
Your money brown and my money long, 21
My blunt green and my gas strong, 21
Your b*tch bad and I got her number, 21
All her friends wanna throw a slumber, 21
I might f*ck all on that b*tch mama, 21
I might take that lil b*tch out to 'Hana's, 21
Put that lil b*tch in a Benz, yeah, 21
I wish that b*tch had a twin, yeah, 21
She want all my friends, yeah, 21
Man that b*tch got on some Timbs, yeah, 21
But I put that b*tch in Gucci Gucci, 21
Man I f*ck that b*tch like she Karruche, 21
I might lick that, do the oochie coochie, 21
Got a brown one like a n*gga Boosie, 21
N*gga catch me all up in Bruce's, 21
And you know I pull up with that uzi, 21
I'ma shoot a n*gga, make the news and, 21
N*ggas umm, n*ggas n*ggas losin', 21
Yeah yeah, n*gga yeah yeah, 21
Serve a n*gga with no scale scale, 21
Come and help me wrap this bale, bale, 21
F*ck 12, no seatbelt, 21
F*ck 12, I don't need help, 21
12 gauge, n*gga that's my help, 21