Y'all niggas stop playin', nigga Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on Big 4L, big steppers Big footprints, pussy (Southside on the track, yeah) Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.) Okay, 21, okay, 21 (okay) Okay, 21 (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) 21, 21, 21 Big 4L, I'm a member (yeah) Leave an opp cold, like December (what?) .45 on me, it's a Kimber (and what?) AK knockin' down trees, like timber Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21) Hit the windshield, not the fender (21) Givin' out smoke my agenda (21) Throw the white flag, they surrender (pussy) All black tux, I'm a businessman (pussy) Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (woah) Take the plug off and the middle man (woah) Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (woah) Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21) 21, your bitch know I been the man (21) Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it 'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin' I don't never put women in my business Full-time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin' Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (straight up) 17 breakin' down a P (on God) 18 start sellin' hard with Lil B Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (pussy) Not mine, this bitch for us (21) The gang is what I trust (straight up) Don't argue, we don't fuss (straight up) No talkin', he get touched (straight up) I can't smoke my opps (on God) 'Cause all my opps is dust (pussy) He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (pussy) Open your mouth when I bust (21) Suck me up slow, don't rush (21) Havin' threesomes is a must (Straight up) Hit it from the back and she cussed (on God) I put his bitch in the Benz (21) She used to ride on the bus (damn) I walk around with them thigh pads (21) But I ain't got no yard rushed Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
2:35 y'all welcome
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tysm
This fire asfff🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 2:35
This shi still fire in 2026
Fr
So fire lil bro got teleported 2 years forward
So the time traveling machine does work, huh?
Fr
This shi fire asf🤧🤧
REAL 🔥
Jesus Christ is God
Jesus is God's son but Amen🙏🏾🙌🏾
Amen
Nope
Nah
Amen
its even better when its slowed down
HOLY F*** THIS IS FIRE
0:49
This song reminds me of Alice In Borderland
How the hell does this remind you of Alice in borderland
Fr😂
How in the world this reminds you of aib?
@@sergiohdez3535 Bc i’ve seen much edit of aib with this song
@@chazenzach9918 Bc i’ve seen much edit of aib with this song
bro the kreek craft edit was fire with this song
جيده جدآ
Smaaashh
This some ghost face shii
Don't argue we don't fuss
2:28-3:00 hits
somebody plz write lyrics!!😭
Y'all niggas stop playin', nigga
Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Big 4L, big steppers
Big footprints, pussy (Southside on the track, yeah)
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Okay, 21, okay, 21 (okay)
Okay, 21 (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
21, 21, 21
Big 4L, I'm a member (yeah)
Leave an opp cold, like December (what?)
.45 on me, it's a Kimber (and what?)
AK knockin' down trees, like timber
Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21)
Hit the windshield, not the fender (21)
Givin' out smoke my agenda (21)
Throw the white flag, they surrender (pussy)
All black tux, I'm a businessman (pussy)
Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (woah)
Take the plug off and the middle man (woah)
Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (woah)
Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21)
21, your bitch know I been the man (21)
Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man
Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
Say you want smoke, but the fire come with it
Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it
New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it
'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it
Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin'
I don't never put women in my business
Full-time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin'
Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (straight up)
17 breakin' down a P (on God)
18 start sellin' hard with Lil B
Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D
Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E
All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed
Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (pussy)
Not mine, this bitch for us (21)
The gang is what I trust (straight up)
Don't argue, we don't fuss (straight up)
No talkin', he get touched (straight up)
I can't smoke my opps (on God)
'Cause all my opps is dust (pussy)
He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (pussy)
Open your mouth when I bust (21)
Suck me up slow, don't rush (21)
Havin' threesomes is a must (Straight up)
Hit it from the back and she cussed (on God)
I put his bitch in the Benz (21)
She used to ride on the bus (damn)
I walk around with them thigh pads (21)
But I ain't got no yard rushed
Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped
Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap
Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap
Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat
Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked
Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back
Body full of scars, face full of tats
You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap
2:35
1:20🥵🥵🥵
Duhh smh
2:30