21 Skuba lyrics

[Hook]
Hold up
Got that big gun
We ain’t reload nun
They all hunnid rounds
b*tch we war ready
We done woke up with it
f*ck yo attitude
We on gang sh*t
Like n*gga gang gang
My n*ggas hard body
We done caught bodies
Ain’t gotta talk bout it
My n*ggas stuck with me
We pull up with it
You ain’t really bout it
All my n*ggas with it

[Verse 1]
I make them n*ggas feel it, cause I feel like it
Regular 50 round, use that whole b*tch
Put blood on yo kid, like lil blood that’s yo lick
Leave blood on yo b*tch, she was too close to the chopstick
Leave blood with no life, he was too close to my opps, smh
Big AR with the drum, make a mess
Young Skuba Steve, Riochet with the techs
All this weed I don’t need nothing else
All this lean, I don’t need nothing else
All this cheese, I don’t need nothing else
Don’t need no help, just me and myself
Got the Eastside belt
Serve that dope off the shelf
Right front of 12
Don’t give a f*ck of a hell
b*tch want money oh well
b*tch no deal
Yo sister gone f*ck off the bail
I got raw on the scale
Cooking as well
Cookie gone cover the smell
You n*ggas tell, and most of you n*ggas frail
Won’t even waste my shells
[Hook]
Got that big gun
We ain’t reload nun
They all hunnid rounds
b*tch we war ready
We done woke up with it
f*ck yo attitude
We on gang sh*t
Like n*gga, gang gang
My n*ggas hard body
We done caught bodies
Ain’t gotta talk bout it
My n*ggas stuck with me
We pull up with it
You ain’t really bout it
All my n*ggas with it

[Verse 2]
Park the foreign
Walk him down
SS109s
Hawk him down
Ain’t no talking loud, after they chalk him out
Ain’t sh*t to talk about
Get them coffins out
We gone make them understand that this sh*t ain’t fluke, all this sh*t was planned
We gone get them bands
Take a chance, and we gone take yo mans
Whip them grams
Don’t need extra hands, I just do my dance
Armstrong yeah, Skuba Lance
Ride out on yo friends
I can’t have no dope inside my walls because it’s money in 'em
Street king, keep bout 3 keys in every other crib
Bunch of clips, I got OG sauce straight from the mothership
Thuggin it, the toughest youngest n*ggas with me running sh*t
[Hook]
Got that big gun
We ain’t reload nun
They all hunnid rounds
b*tch we war ready
We done woke up with it
f*ck yo attitude
We on gang sh*t
Like n*gga gang gang
My n*ggas hard body
We done caught bodies
Ain’t gotta talk bout it
My n*ggas stuck with me
We pull up with it
You ain’t really bout it
All my n*ggas with it