"Had Enough" lyrics
21
Free the real J's
21 the breeze on this block and I got no sweater
The suckas ain't on bend this block them niggas know better
My pimpin senses kickin in this bitch got no cheddar
Drove past a bum on the blade, no I won't swear her
Balenciaga's cost a Glock I coulda bought a switch
Don't share your location on the gram cause I might just spin
Or smoke him by his keyboard, so he can't type again
I been through the 5 all day, I'm swattin flys again
She got to touchin through my phone and got her feelings hurt
Told her I was sorry she forgave me, bitches never learn
Don't give a fuck if we just met, aye bitch go get your purse
Left her somewhere at a gas station, yeah Jaaybo a jerk
I washed my Gucci's down with bleach I just stepped on sum
Different weeds in a doobie blunt, smoking stepped on suckas
Stop making songs about them drills, you ain't stepped on none
Let him get a pass cause that's yo blood, I would've stepped on cousin
For real my family brother switched I got the right to smoke him
Stripped a north nigga, he had nothing but a iPhone on him
It was just me and lil [?] tryna slide in them stoleys
Line me up a rapper he wasn't ready to die for his rollie
I threw up everything I ate after I popped a perc
Just was on my way to smoke a opp, but someone popped him first
That P80 got silicone, it's on lock when it twerk
Can't respect your gangsta when it's fonk, you do not put in work
Somebody roll the FAD I rolled Odelly up
Hit it 3 times now I'm flyin, this shit deadly huh
Or roll the Bass, I think its Quacky comin out my blunt
Lul took a face shot that nigga shoulda ducked
How ya'll gon tell me that it's fonk, y'all main shooter gay
Ion fuck wit Smoove, I heard it's sugar in that nigga tank
Ain't in my hood I'm with the 3's posted at the gates
But everytime I'm home, I'm in the south with Glocks and baby K's
I could destroy the whole block just make me mad enough
Yo niggas just died back to back ain't y'all had enough?
Soon as that nigga touchdown we gettin clappa touched
I been crackin 5's all day my hands crampin up
21
Nigga
Bitch ass nigga
I been crackin 5's all day my hands cramping up
Free the real J's
21 the breeze on this block and I got no sweater
The suckas ain't on bend this block them niggas know better
My pimpin senses kickin in this bitch got no cheddar
Drove past a bum on the blade, no I won't swear her
Balenciaga's cost a Glock I coulda bought a switch
Don't share your location on the gram cause I might just spin
Or smoke him by his keyboard, so he can't type again
I been through the 5 all day, I'm swattin flys again
She got to touchin through my phone and got her feelings hurt
Told her I was sorry she forgave me, bitches never learn
Don't give a fuck if we just met, aye bitch go get your purse
Left her somewhere at a gas station, yeah Jaaybo a jerk
I washed my Gucci's down with bleach I just stepped on sum
Different weeds in a doobie blunt, smoking stepped on suckas
Stop making songs about them drills, you ain't stepped on none
Let him get a pass cause that's yo blood, I would've stepped on cousin
For real my family brother switched I got the right to smoke him
Stripped a north nigga, he had nothing but a iPhone on him
It was just me and lil [?] tryna slide in them stoleys
Line me up a rapper he wasn't ready to die for his rollie
I threw up everything I ate after I popped a perc
Just was on my way to smoke a opp, but someone popped him first
That P80 got silicone, it's on lock when it twerk
Can't respect your gangsta when it's fonk, you do not put in work
Somebody roll the FAD I rolled Odelly up
Hit it 3 times now I'm flyin, this shit deadly huh
Or roll the Bass, I think its Quacky comin out my blunt
Lul took a face shot that nigga shoulda ducked
How ya'll gon tell me that it's fonk, y'all main shooter gay
Ion fuck wit Smoove, I heard it's sugar in that nigga tank
Ain't in my hood I'm with the 3's posted at the gates
But everytime I'm home, I'm in the south with Glocks and baby K's
I could destroy the whole block just make me mad enough
Yo niggas just died back to back ain't y'all had enough?
Soon as that nigga touchdown we gettin clappa touched
I been crackin 5's all day my hands crampin up
21
Nigga
Bitch ass nigga
I been crackin 5's all day my hands cramping up
