Lyrics:
pull up if you wan involve
where you dey go by 11
the dj dey scatter the venue
Orobo lepa Dey for the menu
we here till the morning no curfew
Mack-11 hit the block playin'
Only five years up in this bitch, poppa runnin' from the Feds
Puttin' peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints
Me
did a sweep, Feds did a sweep
Real niggas linkin' up
Got a few of my niggas in the sweeps
Trill niggas linkin' up
Real niggas linkin' up
Shit ain't
thuggin up on Shoup with all my brothers, ain't have two cents
Prezzy this, and Prezzy that, keep posting videos
It's 7K, y'all suckas had the addy, still
do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag
do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag
In first Corinthians chapter 11 verses 1
Bible tells us to be imitators of me, as I am of Christ
1 John chapter 2 verses 6
Bible says whoever says he
serve me
I'm talkin from 7 to 11
Gotta slurp me
Positions up and down
From the ground like a burpee
Let's work it out
We in my crib
Let's get into it
irrelevant, I'm sippin' medicine
I'm poppin' addys to stay focused
I pull up when I wanna, her pussy like 7/11 for me, it stay open
Got a glock in my hoodie
on walking
Cuz if that little man got a problem
This man knows how to solve em
Next time I see him at the 7-11
I'ma turn my skateboard into a deadly
Flako Atm in this bitch man, addicted to money you heard
That 2-7 shit soco block shit, EPT shit West Texas shit man you know how we come coming
flexing
I got a tat on my neck of 11
I remember them dayz when I went thru depression
I remember them dayz I was sittin back stressing
I turnt up my life
move a couple packs
No time for the chit chat
Where the fuck the plug at
Runnin off in all black
I'm servin niggas like 7/11
Yo bitch is bad
Which is
This shit 24 7 not 7 11
Keep that shit on the floor but be high as the ceiling
Man this bitch was a score gon be hard to forget her
Booked this bitch out
a caption
Slow it down seven
Don't look down seven
Shawty demonic, I do not fuck wit her might fuck round and call up the reverend
This just how we do
the vision
You lost the connection
Thanking the lord everyday for my blessings
Wanted this shit ever since I was seven
Used make plays at the 7-11
Now i go
We gone out yo' ass in a fuckin' Chicken Coop
Tell that boy you not 'bout nun, tell that boy to come and shoot!
That nigga didn't pull up yeah, he was
like tie-dye or do what couples do
I wanna try new things, probably fondue
You said from heaven, you my lucky seven, fuck a ten, you 11
I need you
I'm 5 foot 7 not that tall but with my raps I'm like Mo Bamba y'all are below the standard bet you look up to me like I'm in heaven
Prodigal $on
rate that's kind
To this anxious mind, this anxious mind, this anxious mind
Put down your anxiety, come and fly away with me
Everybody wants to see
the side of my car
They're shooting out my tires
This ain't no way to go to heaven
Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11
me to pick you up, dawg?
Man 1: I told her 12, so you can come get me for.. 11:30, so it can look like I'm driving.
Music fades off.
Fee fí foh fum
I got it come get you some
I got it come get You some
I got it come get you some
Know I'll blow uh bag
No lie flow by in uh Jag
can't come up with me no more
'Cause I messed her style up
Miss her smile, but our styles go two different ways
Different ways like two different hoes
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