21 Skuba

[Hook]
Hold up
Got that big gun
We ain’t reload nun
They all hunnid rounds
Bitch we war ready
We done woke up with it
Fuck yo attitude
We on gang shit
Like nigga gang gang
My niggas hard body
We done caught bodies
Ain’t gotta talk bout it
My niggas stuck with me
We pull up with it
You ain’t really bout it
All my niggas with it

[Verse 1]
I make them niggas feel it, cause I feel like it
Regular 50 round, use that whole bitch
Put blood on yo kid, like lil blood that’s yo lick
Leave blood on yo bitch, 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 fuck of a hell
Bitch want money oh well
Bitch no deal
Yo sister gone fuck off the bail
I got raw on the scale
Cooking as well
Cookie gone cover the smell
You niggas tell, and most of you niggas frail
Won’t even waste my shells

[Hook]
Got that big gun
We ain’t reload nun
They all hunnid rounds
Bitch we war ready
We done woke up with it
Fuck yo attitude
We on gang shit
Like nigga, gang gang
My niggas hard body
We done caught bodies
Ain’t gotta talk bout it
My niggas stuck with me
We pull up with it
You ain’t really bout it
All my niggas 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 shit to talk about
Get them coffins out
We gone make them understand that this shit ain’t fluke, all this shit 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 niggas with me running shit

[Hook]
Got that big gun
We ain’t reload nun
They all hunnid rounds
Bitch we war ready
We done woke up with it
Fuck yo attitude
We on gang shit
Like nigga gang gang
My niggas hard body
We done caught bodies
Ain’t gotta talk bout it
My niggas stuck with me
We pull up with it
You ain’t really bout it
All my niggas with it