Skrrt Skrrt 21 Savage

[Intro]
Fukk 12
Skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt

[Chorus]
Skrrt, skrrt (Close that motherfuckin' door, nigga), skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt (Fuck wrong with you? You trippin', nigga), skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt (Hell, hand me that baking soda, nigga), skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt (God damn, nigga, I only count on it), skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt (Cut the stove up, cut the stove up, cut the—), skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (No, 'cause you don't need that, man, you trippin'), skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt (Hell, you gon' burn the dope up, but still), skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt (Hell, keep that motherfucker on me), skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 1]
Cooking up dope in Givenchys, all my niggas counting benjis
Pull up on you with the sticks, nigga, we gon' handle business
I know a lot of niggas out here say they worth a mill' ticket
I guess everybody rich, you a goddamn liar
Took the stand on your right hand, man, so you had to die
Lost a lot of my real niggas, so I had to cry
21 and that Sex Money what I live by
Glock .40 with the 30 round and a red dot
Young nigga went from hot boxing to a trap spot
Niggas clutching on the choppers every time the fuckin' door knock
Santan' molly that'll make your fucking heart stop
Feds taking pictures every time the fucking car stop
Auntie hit the dope, said it make her fucking jaw lock
Stray bullets hitting kids while they playing hop scotch
Fifteen and pregnant, told her momma and a fucking tear drop
And that's my soda, that's my stove and that's my pot, 21