Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 21, artist - Polo G. Date of issue: 14.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
21 |
| Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day |
| Bunch of hollows spittin' out the Glock |
| I been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang |
| Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block |
| It’s a hundred bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste |
| Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots |
| I been on my grind every day, don’t believe in takin' breaks |
| I ain’t stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top |
| Swervin' on the E-way, don’t care if I crash in this coupe |
| Shit I’m thinkin' 'bout too real, might lose my mind in this coupe |
| Can’t relapse off these drugs, man, R.I.P. |
| to Juice |
| We was tweakin' off them Percs, I popped my last one with you |
| Bond tight with my day ones, ain’t tryna find no recruits |
| We was playin' give and take on that front line with my troops |
| Ayy, like who want smoke? |
| We got plenty guns |
| Keep two lil' savages on X and they gon' get it done |
| And them hollow tips do surgery, they gon' clip his lungs |
| It was goin' down on the set, that’s when this shit was fun |
| I just been ballin' on these niggas like I’m Kendrick Nunn |
| Every day my birthday, bitch, it’s lit, I just turned twenty-one |
| Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day |
| Bunch of hollows spittin' out the Glock |
| I been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang |
| Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block |
| It’s a hundred bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste |
| Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots |
| I been on my grind every day, don’t believe in takin' breaks |
| I ain’t stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top |
| Ever since I stepped up in this game, I’ve been a bomb threat |
| I was in the trenches, tryna see a life beyond that |
| 'Cause complacent niggas usually die up in they complex |
| Nigga, where I’m from, they turn death into a contest |
| Livin' by the gun, put all my trust into this compact |
| My niggas went to war, but they ain’t get no Vietnam check |
| Lil' bro want his head, he tryna make his brains ooze |
| Lil' bitch, I’m from the Northside where they raise goons |
| Took losses in these streets, shit got me singin' gang blues |
| I been a real nigga 'fore this shit became cool |
| I’m the type to switch my watch up every time I change moods |
| He the type to get excited 'cause he made The Shade Room |
| Decorate your block with red tape, foenem slidin' every day |
| Bunch of hollows spittin' out the Glock |
| I been servin' fiends all day, out there posted with the gang |
| Nigga, we was taught to get it off the block |
| It’s a hundred bands in the safe, now I got expensive taste |
| Mike Amiri jeans, fill 'em up with knots |
| I been on my grind every day, don’t believe in takin' breaks |
| I ain’t stoppin' 'til we chillin' at the top |