21 lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, that's Vicious

[Verse 1: Jourdan Brothern & M2kk]
I don't want yo b*tch lil' n*gga
You can really keep her (b*tch)
Taught my brother to get bands
n*gga, I'm a teacher
Everytime I talk, n*ggas listen
Am I a preacher?
I could get up on yo song and sound like you the feature (Uh what?)
Got that n*gga set up, got a setup, b*tch I'm sentimental
n*ggas wanna shoot me, come and do it
b*tch I'm out of metal
I been at the top, lil' pus*y boy I got a golden medal
Hit the gas, I'm seeing 12, I hit so hard with just my pedal

[Chorus: Jourdan Brothern]
I hit that 21
I hit yo ass lil' pus*y n*gga you the dummy one
I hit yo brother 'cause he think that he the funny one
I wipe his nose, man that sh*t was just a runny one
I hit that 21
I hit that-

[Verse 2: Jourdan Brothern]
n*gga that was dissing
f*ck yo b*tch that you kissing (Yeah, pus*y)
Yeah, when I shoot a n*gga, JBeezy nеver missing, gang
n*ggas know that when I shoot, I don't evеr miss a bang
I could really shoot yo block up
Everyone will go miss ya, gang
At this point, I'm just talking
But n*ggas know I'm walking
I don't f*ck with n*ggas
Man they just do that stalking
I don't know which is longer
Opps I'm killing, opps I'm blocking
I pull out that Glock, shoot his ass, now he milly rocking
[Chorus: Jourdan Brothern]
I hit that 21
I hit yo ass lil' pus*y n*gga you the dummy one
I hit yo brother 'cause he think that he the funny one
I wipe his nose, man that sh*t was just a runny one
I hit that 21
I hit that-

[Verse 3: M2kk]
21, huh
How much Glocks I got?
Little b*tch, it's 21, huh
How much b*tches do I got?
Little b*tch, it's 21, huh
How much people have I shot?
b*tch, it's 21, huh
b*tch, it's still f*ck the opps, f*ck you talking 'bout
Little b*tch f*ck around and find out
b*tch I ain't no regular rapper
But yo b*tch ass is just a regular capper, huh
Stupid b*tch talking sh*t, I'ma f*cking slap her, huh
But I would never slap my b*tch, huh yeah
Only part of my b*tch I would slap is her ass, huh
Speaking of her ass, her ass is fat, huh
Why the f*ck yo b*tch ass always cap?, huh yeah
b*tch I'm with 379, ain't no telling what we finna do, huh
b*tch I'm with 110, ain't no telling what we finna do, huh
379/110 gang for life, huh
f*ck you b*tch
[Chorus: Jourdan Brothern & M2kk]
I hit that 21 (b*tch)
I hit yo ass lil' pus*y n*gga you the dummy one
I hit yo brother 'cause he think that he the funny one
I wipe his nose, man that sh*t was just a runny one
I hit that 21
I hit that-

[Verse 4: Jourdan Brothern & M2kk]
Feeling like Noah, my money so big
n*ggas out here trying to get me, so I tote a stick
A lot of n*ggas walking 'round with they mouth on my di*k
No Lil Nas n*gga, they too gay for this sh*t
I hit that 21
Huh, I f*ck yo b*tch for fun
Bills come out my money gun
All these little b*tches is my sons
n*ggas sweet like Honey Buns
Huh, I just made my b*tch c*m
Got the chops, lil' n*ggas run
Huh, my b*tch finna eat my c*m, huh

[Outro: M2kk]
Haha, sh*t