Yeah, whole pointers 'round my motherfuckin' neck, ****
Yeah, 6 karats in my ears, ****
Yeah, I look like a blizzard, lil' ****
Yeah, too many chains, bitch, you can't change
Yeah, treat these hoes like I ain't got home training
Yeah, tennis chains, too many karats (Bling, blaow)
Yeah, VVS, ****, real clarity (Real, wow)
Yeah, I'm a gangster, you a bitch, clearly
Yeah, can't let a broke bitch get near me (21, 21)
Yeah, and the bank cash my check barely (21)
Yeah, Saint Laurent got your bitch staring
Goyard bag, I'm on some other shit, bitch boy
Fire at us, we'll get your pussy ass hit, boy (Get you hit, boy)
You dropped outta school to jump out with that stick, boy (That Draco, boy)
All you **** get capped, I'm the real McCoy (I'm the real, yeah, ****)
Yeah, smoking cookie, ****, Chips Ahoy
Yeah, had to block her number 'cause the bitch annoying (21)
No more hot boxes, ****, all my shit foreign
Red, red, pee in the bed, got a **** snoring (Got me snoring)
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl (21)
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl (I ain't stayin')
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin', I ain't stayin', baby girl (I ain't stayin')
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl (On God)
Yeah, you got some cake, a **** tryna bake it, girl
Stab a **** up, this that Shawshank Redemption (21)
Bitch, I send hits, I don't walk 'round with tension (21)
Got a island girl, and she come from St. Vincent
Pull up with the chopper, **** stuttering and flinchin'
Bitch, I'm John Gotti, I be running like henchmen
Bitch, you better be a pro 'cause you ain't finna learn how to suck on this dick
Bitch, I'ma buy me a 'K, extended clip on the bottom of this shit
Bitch, my 833s and 204, they makin' me biscuits (21)
Ho, I'm really rich, don't know what a bitch thought
Yeah, VVS bitch, they doin' a crip walk
**** act like JJ, you might as well hit chalk
My GD partners throwin' up the pitchfork
Put it in a bowl and whip it till it get hard
I'on smoke weed 'cause it make me shh-noid (Make me paranoid)
I pull up with the stick and let this bitch spark (On God)
Swear I would've shot that cracker if I was Rosa Parks (21, 21)
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl (Bunny hop)
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl (21, 21)
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl (I ain't stayin')
Ye ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin', I ain't stayin', baby girl (I ain't stayin')
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl (21)
Yeah, you got some cake, a **** tryna bake it, girl
Nah, for real, dawg, nah, for real, dawg
Nah, for real, dawg, nah, for real, dawg
Nah, for real, dawg, nah, for real, dawg
Nah, for real, dawg, nah, for real, dawg
21, a'ight

Writer(s): Shayaa Joseph & Pi’erre Bourne.