Lary Over, Fredo Bang – 21 Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics 21 – Lary Over, Fredo Bang

B**ches 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 b**ch off, better lay low
This not a game, what you play for
He got in the way, got a halo
He turned twenty-one, get a draco

He turned twenty-one, get the LV
Gotta hop out the Porsche, you gon’ step in
Lil’ n**ga got colder, ain’t flexin’
He been holdin’ that b**ch with his left hand
Let that b**ch off, better lay low
This not a game, what you play for
He got in the way, got a halo
He turned twenty-one, get a draco

El draco lo’ pone a bailar como TikTok
Se cagan cuando escuchan el click-clack
Me meto las Perco como Tic Tac
Y te matamo’ como mato la pista, eh
Tito Puente con lo’ palo’
Jefe de jefe’, Pablo y Gonzalo
Trabajo que suba, él nunca me sale
Quien me conspire se caga en la Hollow

Dior, Dior , la .40 en el mahón
Fredo y Lary metiendo presión
Y el que pillemo’, rra
Mandando el azúcar como Celia Cruz
Mandamo’ nosotro’, baja la actitud
O si no te paseamo’ en el baúl
Y te apagamo’ la lu’

B**ches 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 b**ch off, better lay low
This not a game, what you play for
He got in the way, got a halo
He turned twenty-one, get a draco

He turned twenty-one, get the LV
Gotta hop out the Porsche, you gon’ step in
Lil’ n**ga got colder, ain’t flexin’
He been holdin’ that b**ch with his left hand
Let that b**ch off, better lay low
This not a game, what you play for
He got in the way, got a halo
He turned twenty-one, get a draco

When I turned sixteen I was spinnin’
I was out here spinnin’ with a perm’
Bang on my name, ’cause I earned
N**ga got cold on my burner
Got the drop on a n**ga, tryna learn ’em

‘Fore the dirty, get my hands dirty
B**ches ain’t no prop, I know how to work
I ain’t squashin’ s**t, 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 n**ga got murder
Jesus piece with a Satan chain

Turned sixteen, got a .9
Turned eighteen, got a case
Twenty-one I was locked in a cell
On parole, still ride with the draco

B**ches 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 b**ch off, better lay low
This not a game, what you play for
He got in the way, got a halo
He turned twenty-one, get a draco

He turned twenty-one, get the LV
Gotta hop out the Porsche, you gon’ step in
Lil’ n**ga got colder, ain’t flexin’
He been holdin’ that b**ch with his left hand
Let that b**ch off, better lay low
This not a game, what you play for
He got in the way, got a halo
He turned twenty-one, get a draco

El Guasón, bebé
Dímelo, Fredo
Fredo Bang
Frank Miami, jaja
Wuh
Frank Miami, yeh
Carbon Fiber Music
Jajajaja…

Lary Over | Fredo Bang | 2020

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