Issue No 112 21 Lyrics

Riding with the boys and girls and we're high
All we want to do is have a good time
Young, wild, and reckless is how we live life
Pray that we make it to 21
We make it to 21

Sleep on my trash like you're stuck in the bed
I'm chasing that bred, I cop shit like the feds
Love paxi, outrageous, get money and bitches
Salute to my youngs, go out there and get it
The sun always shining so you should be grinding
I'm whipping in cars only rich people sit in
Motivation for me while I puff on some leaves
I'm chilling, chilling, I'm sipping, sipping
To the homies, get forties, I'm up till 3:30
I'm flexin', she thirsty, I'mma hit it, don't worry
My younglings get money, that's truth, ain't no lie
Shout out to my homies, my niggas for life
My cousins, they ride on them niggas that try
Don't fuck with a hater, they suckers, don't like
My old man told me to keep living my life
I rolled up a few, what's good for the night

Riding with the boys and girls and we're high
All we want to do is have a good time
Young, wild, and reckless is how we live life
Pray that we make it to 21
We make it to 21

Riding with the boys and girls and we're high
All we want to do is have a good time
Young, wild, and reckless is how we live life
Pray that we make it to 21
We make it to 21