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21
1,980
Hip-Hop/Rap
21 was released on May 7, 2021 by Quando Rondo, LLC/Never Broke Again, LLC/Atlantic as a part of the album Still Taking Risks
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Release DateMay 7, 2021
LabelQuando Rondo, LLC/Never Broke Again, LLC/Atlantic
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quando Rondo
Quando Rondo
Vocals
CxbGoCrazy
CxbGoCrazy
Programming
MalikOTB
MalikOTB
Programming
Ayo
Ayo
Programming
Ayo Bleu
Ayo Bleu
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Braylen Rembert
Braylen Rembert
Songwriter
Jacoby Cherry
Jacoby Cherry
Songwriter
Malik Bynoe-Fisher
Malik Bynoe-Fisher
Songwriter
Tyquian Bowman
Tyquian Bowman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
CxbGoCrazy
CxbGoCrazy
Producer
MalikOTB
MalikOTB
Producer
Ayo
Ayo
Producer
Ayo Bleu
Ayo Bleu
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Cxb know he go crazy)
(Ayo Bleu)
(It's Malik on the track)
Uh
[Chorus]
Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck
Uh, I might spend some paper on your bitch, that'll get her wet
Uh, I might drop some paper on that ****, fuck it, get him whacked
Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away
Ayy, iced out my bitch Audemars, you know it's lights out when I catch that boy
Two-seater with a bad bitch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky
Two C's on your bag, you can get anything that you want
Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad, so don't treat me like the average ones
[Verse 1]
Ayy, I really been off the porch way before you had a gun
I didn't really have a choice, now it's a blessing, I'm the chosen one
I'm really the voice of all them youngin's toting stolen guns
Shoutout to them boys who jump out blast and put a hole in one
And don't forget I'm only twenty-one, yeah, twenty-one, and plus I drive a twenty-one
I was seventeen fucking bitches that was twenty-one
Since the plug number nineteen, fuck it, let him go for twenty-one
Promethazine and codeine got me floating like a astronaut
Just like a punter, kick the door in, fuck a duck, he went and air 'em out
Vice versa, whoadie dropped a bag, like right back at you, whack his bro this time
Bleu draw the line inside the parking lot
I'm only parking with your parking lot (Skrrt, skrrt)
Tell them we love them, brand new black Air Forces
Them boys is askin' me if I trust that squad
Count my blue faces now I'm moonwalking in Calabasas
Private flight, new places, still to this day richer than all my opps
Ring around the rosie with that stick (Brrra), fuck it, spin they block
Gon' ride 'round with that heavy metal in a foreign car
The only thing could beat the devil is the triple cross
Bentley Jeep, let's ride down Melrose to get some Ferragamo
It be the same ol' one that yell bros that'll tell on you
I know locked behind the cell doors you'll tell something
[Chorus]
Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck
Uh, I might spend some paper on your bitch, that'll get her wet
Uh, I might drop some paper on that ****, fuck it, get him whacked
Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away
Ayy, iced out my bitch Audemars, you know it's lights out when I catch that boy
Two-seater with a bad bitch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky
Two C's on your bag, you can get anything that you want
Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad, so don't treat me like the average ones
Written by: Braylen Rembert, Jacoby Cherry, Malik Bynoe-Fisher, Tyquian Bowman
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