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2121 - freeway donny lyrics

[intro: freeway donny]
it’s up, motherf*cker
what the h*ll you think you doin’ with that lil sh*t?
it’s donny, n*gga
stop it, stop it
rus up
youngin on the beat
aye

[verse 1: freeway donny]
one up top, we don’t never gotta cl!ck clack (it’s one up top, n*gga)
and b*tch, we known to get it poppin’, what’s a get back?
i ain’t with the chit chat, get a n*gga sh*t splat (sh*t splat, n*gga)
even if i did it i’mma act like i ain’t did that (i don’t know)
only time you see me runnin’ from the dispatch
n*ggas ain’t ready for these rides, go to six flags (go to six flags)
b*tch, we vanish from the scene just like it’s witchcraft (like it’s witchcraft)
and we ain’t trynna know yo’ age, we give kidnaps, n*gga (go to sleep, n*gga)
i ain’t gotta wear designer to get yo’ b*tch sn*tched (to get yo’ b*tch sn*tchеd)
all that talkin’ out yo’ neck gone get a b*tch slappеd, n*gga (b*tch)
they keep drivin’ h*lla weird, lil bruh, flip that
you a pup, we big dogs, it’s a mismatch (lil pup, n*gga)
fully switch or take this fn, f*ck yo’ six pack (oh, that’s a fn)
all my shooters play the field like this sh*t [?]
when you slid you hit a old man, boy, that sh*t tragic (hit og)
i love to slide with baby ****, he givin’ sh*t bags (yeah, you know)
i don’t do the pretty guns, i like my sh*t black (all black, n*gga)
i heard my name in they mouth, well, tell ’em speak facts (tell ’em what?)
soon as a n*gga say hike i bet he get sacked
you better ask a broke b*tch, boy, i’m a big cat
[verse 2: young slo*be]
(it’s the gang)
better ask a broke b*tch, i’m a big cat
big dog in my hood though, i’m where the pits at (21, n*gga)
aye, aye, the work like pancakes ‘cuz we flip that
ouwee, but sendin’ shots with my aos
can’t body him for a chain, n*gga, but we still take take souls
you say you ’bout a drill, well show me somethin’ ‘cuz we paint folks
aye, aye, i’m picasso with this big pole (chop, n*gga)
lil n*gga, better stand down (stand down, n*gga)
b*tch, i don’t wanna answer no questions, put yo’ hands down (aye, put yo’ hands down)
aye, aye, n*gga, it’s a lash, don’t put yo’ hands down (aye, keep yo’ hands up)
last time i dripped on a n*gga it was a k sound
lil boy, on 21, we got h*lla sticks
b*tch know my name hold weight, you broke, get fixed
[?] and did a drill right after in the same outfit
he ain’t a rat but he dry snitched, that’s still mouse sh*t (that’s still rat sh*t)
shoutout ko, n*gga put me a house l!ck (put me on that house l!ck)
dead broke, that’s probably why i’m flippin’ through yo’ couches
made tina turn around, i bet trey could do the vouchin’
aye, if you ain’t in it stay out the way if you ain’t ’bout it
aye, ‘cuz me and joc lettin’ sh*t splash, bet chris could vouch it
put a k after 21, you better mean that (better mean that)
beat that load up, aye, aye, like a bean bag (like a bean bag)
startin’ sh*t with the b*tch like, “hoe, where my weed at?” (where my weed, b*tch?)
aye, it’s in my hand, i just want the hoe to leave bad
aye, aye, b shake to my brother, i don’t do the daps (on piru, n*gga)
if you playin’ both sides, we ain’t bool with that (we ain’t bool, n*gga)
bris mode, lil n*gga, stayin’ true to that (42, n*gga)
aye, aye, lil b*tch get dirty for the money, she a sewer rat
aye, aye, b shake to my brother, i don’t do the daps (on piru, n*gga)
if you playin’ both sides, we ain’t bool with that (this how i ru, n*gga)
aye, aye, bris mode, lil n*gga, stayin’ true to that (on 42, n*gga)
lil b*tch get dirty for the money, she a sewer rat (it’s the gang)
[outro]
youngin on the beat

- freeway donny lyrics

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