2100

Oh, wait a minute, how we serving this motherfucker?

Ayy, where the juice at, ****?

Ayy, switch that beat, that weak ass shit

Fuck is that? Turn that shit off, man

Stop playing, man

Oh, there he go

Ayy, get up on that though

(Ayy, ayy, check this out, check this out)

(My **** Gio on this beat, bro)

Murder after murder, blood, you know what it is

Fuck the babies, when it comes down to it, they get hit

Smoke the kid, every **** 'round here got a stick

Ain't have time to buy a cup, boy, I'm sipping out the brick

Chicken strips, baby, you gon' strip or you gon' hoe?

Never fold, Southeast, I'm so 21-double-oh

Can't break the codе, plenty of **** did when they told

Just don't chokе on the drill, bust the fully 'til it's gone

Oh no, me no give you dick if you broke

Sent her home, slapped the bitch for taking pictures in my phone

Like what you on? Fucking up what I got going on

I would risk it but you ain't got no cheese and you a hoe

So he told, feds been tapping the brodie phone

He been tryna smoke a opp, I love the hype that brodie on

Ayy, get him gone, smoke a opp then put it in a song

K's up, Kasino world, free my thugs out the hole

Level four, had to keep a hundred, free my Crips

Southside, you ain't slide, that's a lie he say he did, he telling myths

Bitch, go get a bag, you ain't exempt

Fuck it up, ain't got a job, pussy pop, got the kicks, toot it up

I know you like the way I beat it up, baby

Slow it down, shake that shit, speed it up, lady

You said you wanna fuck with a thug, pay me

Don't want my seed if you don't wanna have a thug baby

Do a hundred, smoke something, y'all make a lot of songs

Faceshot, we face opps, blood partners gone

Pop a pill, pop a ****, now my problems gone

Slid through a **** residence, now he ain't got a home

Cop a pole, shake something with that shit, ****

Walk a **** down, don't disappoint me on this skit, ****

Rip his chest open, leave his guts in his whip, ****

Was a stepper, got stepped on and he snitched, ****

Flip ****, touch no nerd to the top hat

Fresh out, hit Slo-Be like, "Where them Glocks at?"

My gutter boys apply pressure, where the chops at?

You hard body, so is F and N

Satan just knocked at the door, Tootie, let him in

Brains on my white Air Forces, that's a messy skit

Put lil' brodie on the team, I hope he represent

On 21, I'll never switch, ****