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211 anthem - shy tai lyrics

skrttt! (x3)

shy tai!

211 sh*t!

gang!

laylow (x5)

gang (x7)

211 sh*t!

listen!

look, look, look

(hook)

she know i’m shiggy as soon as i’m steppin’ in
cuz’ i walk in the spot with my mask on
211 sh*t!
designer i’m dressin’ in
foreign car switchin’ lanes like a nascar
f*ck is you ridin’ in?
this a jaguar!
ya’ b*tch she come to eat me like a snack bar
look!
and you know shawty be enjoyin’ it
the way she eat me up, i’m employin’ it
(verse)

no i won’t ever eat it, i’m destroyin’ it
i keep my bl!cky heated like i’m boilin’ it
i got my pendants hangin’ like an ornament
vvs diamonds bussin’, they so fluorescent
my b*tch a baddie, jatty look enormous
ya’ b*tch be burnin’, p*ssy be on foreman
and shе don’t got no money, how unfortunate
b*tch i got money, 211 corporatе!

different state? different money!
gotta alternate!
i know you peep it how i keep it different
ya’ b*tch like “oh my god! why he so gifted?”
.40 stay on me, please don’t make me lift it
boa, chevy, welly
gotta kick it!
walk in the spot i’m slidin’ never dippin’
letta kick a 6, you know it ain’t clippin’
i know that i’m on the roads to the riches

cuz’ if i got that bag and a 6 and it’s litt then it’s litt
you know ima’ be up in them spots
slide then i dip in the whip
and the grip got a d*ck, p*ssy run up and he gettin’ shot
no i can’t miss
if i miss then i’m spinnin’ ya’ sh*t
i won’t touch you where cameras a lot
no i cannot miss
ion’ even gotta’ aim, cuz’ johnny put a bear right on top of the glock
i be smokin’ on fabs, ion’ f*ck with dulap
watchu’ smokin’ on trash n’ y’all n*ggas is popped
lil’ treesh inna’ back, buss a nut then i pass
her right on to my bro’s, whole gang finna’ slap
one time, no high fives
round of applause when my n*ggas do drive bys’
smokin’ on runtz when i’m done gotta’ sky dive
steady rockin’ drip, i’m 211 n’ i’m shy tai

gang!

(verse)

laylow (x3)
my n*ggas shoot if i say so
spin through his block with the draco’
face on a tee widda’ halo
walk in the spot n’ we swipe it up
pint ah’ the lean in a double cup
yeah we the sh*t, they can’t f*ck with us
i seen ya’ b*tch n’ i bussed it up
i seen ya b*tch n’ f*cked it up
i need the cash, ima’ run it up
if he run up then i’m brushin’ em’
you cannot hang you not one of us
gettin’ the bag n’ we comin’ up
we the great h, that’s a h fact
all of my n*ggas get straight racks
trey pound push his face back, sh*t lookin’ like a f*ckin’ face mask
all pedals no brake pads
when you see me better brake fast
heads turnin’ give em’ whiplash
stomach shot got a mother fu*kin’ kick back
make the .40 push a n*gga sh*t back
we 211 n’ we flip racks
(verse)

red dot be the sight on the bing no go
so when i see a snake in the grass he get mowed
spin ya’ block innat’ v, got a glock on the floor
hunnit’ shots to ya’ team, n*ggas know how we get ‘round
get down!
try to run up n’ get let down
i’m an exterminator, i might spray at some pests now
50 shots buss out a glock from that drum round
used to f*ck with them .380s got pumps now
monday he talkin, tuesday he get gunned down
i did one drill with that man he a punk now
n*ggas pulled up with two sticks on the opps, he ain’t buss rounds
i got a glock widda’ d*ck, it’s gone’ buss now
tell that lil’ b*tch eat it up when it come out
don’t let me pull up to ya’ house have you run out
sitchy’ get sticky when i back that gun out
better have that bl!cky, or you runnin’ ricky
out with them sticks we ain’t come here to f*ck ‘round
ball like i’m steph i give crosses on court now
focused on paper no time for the horse ‘round
put a big whole in ya’ back widda’ large round
we gone’ show them n*ggas who the fu*k is in charge now
steel cookin’ n*ggas, gettin’ rid of that starch now

gang!

look!

when you live in new york gotta’ walk with that bl!ck
it’s a whole lot of n*ggas that be talkin’ sh*t
till’ i slide with that “shh” cuz’ i’m splittin’ his lip
and the glock never jam, never hittin’ the clip
lotta’ magazines but i ain’t readin’ bout’ sh*t
burnin’ calories while i be the clip
oh for real that’s ya’ wifey? she be eatin’ d*ck
no cap, no sh*t, she a feen with the spit
like look!

- shy tai lyrics

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