[Intro: Top5]
Pedro Activated, n***a
G-G-G
Uh, G-G, G-G-G
Pedro Activated, G-G-G
Free Flippa, two times (SantanaStar Beats)
Bap, bap, bap, bap

[Verse 1: Top5]
Facts, man, you wanna know some facts? (Facts)
Ask yourself why your homie in a pack (Why?)
And ask yourself why you ain't right for that (Ask yourself)
I think these n***as ain't really built like that
Listen, I was eighteen when I bought a gun (Eighteen)
Twenty-two when I shot your son (Bap, bap, bap)
Uh, and these bitches think I'm James Bond (Pedro)
Uh, when Flippa beats his case, you know he's on (Flippa, Flippa)
You should call me Barry way I pay for all these bonds (Barry, 5)
Uh, I got twenty-one questions (I do)
When you got shot, did you learn your fuckin' lesson? (Did you?)
Uh, you was in rehab, bench-pressin'
Uh, uh, I was on your block, always steppin' (Steppin', steppin', steppin')
I was relaxin'
Man, I had that n***a dancin', Michael Jackson
I thought you were savage, what happened?
[Chorus: Top5, G Herbo]
I got twenty-one questions (Why you keep runnin' when you see us?), uh
I got twenty-one, uh (He's a bitch)
I got twenty-one questions, uh
I got twenty-one, uh
I got twenty-one questions (He got a legazz)
I got twenty-one (He's a bitch)
I got twenty-one questions (He's out of commission), uh
I got twenty-one (Uh, ayy, check it out, for real)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Warrin' twenty summers, we had twenty runs, no bap (Twenty runs)
I seen thirty bodies, I wasn't shit but twenty-one (Twenty-one)
When it's catchin' homis, we ran through like twenty guns (Like twenty of 'em)
Me and Max, we been through hell, but that shit was fun (That shit was fun)
Catchin' cases, we made bail, uh, come get you some (We got that)
Forty flipped his son, missed his tissue, but it went through somethin' (Baow)
When I started totin' pistols, I was twelve (I was twelve)
Never went to jail, n***a mention me, shh, went to hell (Shh)
Don't ask questions 'bout my block, don't know who to tell
Don't ask questions 'bout my opps, don't know Shootashellz (Who the fuck that?)
I don't know the opps, all I tote is Glocks (Glocks)
All we tote is F&Ns, all I know is pop (Somethin')
Don't know how to stop (Ayy), don't know who I shot (Who I shot, yeah)
Jump out, blow, hop in, and pull off, don't know who I dropped (Skrrt, brr)
Quarter million for one car and I got a lot (A lot of 'em)
Plus my hood a warzone, still gon' crop the top, uh (G Herbo, ayy)
[Chorus: Top5]
I got twenty-one questions (Why you keep runnin' when you see us?), uh
I got twenty-one, uh (He's a bitch)
I got twenty-one questions, uh
I got twenty-one, uh
I got twenty-one questions (He got a legazz)
I got twenty-one (He's a bitch)
I got twenty-one questions (He's out of commission), uh
I got twenty-one (For real)

[Outro: Top5, G Herbo]
Pedro Activated, n***a
Twenty-one
G-G, G-G-G
You know that, baow
Free Flippa, two times
Bap, bap, bap, bap
For real (SantanaStar Beats)