21 (ft. Fredo Bang)

21
Bitches I cut off, they still mine
Locked out of IG and I’m still alive
How you come with the fire and get fried?
Homie beg for a truce and he still died

Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play for? (Play for)
He got in the way, got a halo (Halo)
He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Boom, paow, paow)
He turned twenty-one, get the LV (Gang, gang)
Gotta hop out the Porsche, you gon’ step in (Gang, gang)
Lil’ ni*** got colder, ain’t flexin’ (Gang, gang)
He been holdin’ that bitch with his left hand (Gang, gang)
Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play for? (Wah)
He got in the way, got a halo (El Guasón, bebé)
He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Gang, gang)
El draco los pone a bailar como TikTok (Jajajaja)
Se cagan cuando escuchan el click-clack (Wuh)
Me meto las Perco como Tic Tac
Y te matamo’ como mato la pista, eh (Prrr, prrr)

Tito Puente con los palo’
Jefe de jefe’, Pablo y Gonzalo (Uh)
Trabajo que suba, él nunca me sale (Jajaja)
Quien me conspire se caga en la hollow, rrr
Dior, Dior (Wuh), la .40 en el mahón
Fredo y Lary metiendo presión
Y el que pillemo’, rrra (Jaja)
Mandando el azúcar como Celia Cruz (Cruz)
Mandamo’ nosotro’, baja la actitud (Jajaja)
O si no te paseamo’ en el baúl (Wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh)
Y te apagamo’ la luz (Pu, pu)
Bitches I cut off, they still mine
Locked out of IG and I’m still alive
How you come with the fire and get fried?
Homie beg for a truce and he still died
Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play for? (Play for)
He got in the way, got a halo (Halo)
He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Boom, pow, pow)

He turned twenty-one, get the LV (Gang, gang)
Gotta hop out the Porsche, you gon’ step in (Gang, gang)
Lil’ ni*** got colder, ain’t flexin’ (Gang, gang)
He been holdin’ that bitch with his left hand (Gang, gang)
Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play for? (Paow)
He got in the way, got a halo (Boom, boom)
He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Gang, gang)
When I turned sixteen I was spinnin’ (Gang)
I was out here spinnin’ with a perm
Bang on my name, ’cause I earned
Nigga got cold on my burner (Yeah)
Got the drop on a ni***, tryna learn ’em (Yeah)
‘Fore the dirty, get my hands dirty
Bitches ain’t no prop, I know how to work
I ain’t squashin’ shit, I’m lay that work
Got the Glock in the bag, on my own like a purse, yeah

Droppin’ the baggage and became a thing
I was out spinnin’ and skatin’ rain
Rap good but a ni*** got murder ?
Jesus piece with a Satan chain
Turned sixteen, got a .9
Turned eighteen, got a case (Case)
Twenty-one I was locked in a cell (Cell)
On parole, still ride with the drac- (Drac-)
Bitches I cut off, they still mine
Locked out of IG and I’m still alive
How you come with the fire and get fried?
Homie beg for a truce and he still died
Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play for? (Play for)
He got in the way, got a halo (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Boom, pow, pow)
He turned twenty-one, get the LV (Gang, gang)
Gotta hop out the Porsche, you gon’ step in (Gang, gang)
Lil’ ni*** got colder, ain’t flexin’ (Gang, gang)
He been holdin’ that bitch with his left hand (Gang, gang)

Let that bitch off, better lay low (Lay low)
This not a game, what you play for? (Paow)
He got in the way, got a halo (Boom, boom)
He turned twenty-one, get a draco (Wuh)
El Wason BB (Boo, boo)
Dímelo, Fredo
Fredo Bang
Frank Miami, jaja
Wuh
Frank Miami, yeh
Carbon Fiber Music
Jajajaja (Boo, boo)
La música de '21' de Lary Over en colaboración con Fredo Bang es una mezcla envolvente de ritmos atrapantes y letras intensas. En la canción, se habla sobre dejar atrás amistades tóxicas, mantenerse firme a pesar de los obstáculos y celebrar la vida al máximo...