11:49 (freestyle) ft. HMoney Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah my hoodie baggy my jeans are tight

My bitch is bad and she can fuck all night

Hit from the left and hit from the right and her head so good she don't even bite

My chain full of ice gang full of knights that's how I know they all down to ride

I know most of y'all picking sides yeah they lie then they switch a side

I can never change I'm the shit for life

Light up the wood and inhale now I'm paralyzed

That is your hoe and she tight when I'm in her thighs

I used to double down inside the county lines

Rappers is clowns lookin' like Pennywise

I'm with your boo inside her panty lines

Our favorite time is under city lights

Got my chains tangled and they shining bright yeah

Bitches be cappin' all of that nagging

Spending a rack getting a tat

All of this trash in my chat pussy boy fat grown man talkin' out his trap

Finna get this 30 round pack

Posted up like you all that

Buy your likes and views that shit wack

Hope you got some credit your shit lookin' flat

I ain't gotta worry my shit gas

Poppin' 30's heard your shit was ass

Said you leavin' but I saw your ass leavin' last

See your ass peepin' and creepin' up on me on my fuckin' grass

970 turf you boutta get taxed

Ain't no way your heat match my fuckin' stats

Finna let my burner rip and move my stash

Up my digits move my cash count my racks

I been doin' this shit for way too many years on my life this my past

You in last I'm in my bag yeah

I want them bands I want them racks yeah yeah

I be way too fast I be on your ass yeah yeah

I get paid for raps you ain't in your bag yeah yeah

I just want the cat shawty make me mad yeah yeah

Hit her from the back yeah she way too bad yeah yeah

That lil' boy flex in Rick Owen I be smokin' loud yeah it's real potent

Shawty wetter than a damn ocean

I be in my feelings I get real emotional

Other team I done out worked them all

All the talk man it's just word to mouth

Shawty bad yeah she got a dirty mouth

Doin' doughnuts yeah burn it out

Fuckin' that bitch in the back of the Benzo

I'm finna touchdown like it's the endzone

I put them to sleep they talking that pillow

Yeah I play with your bitch in kitty like Hello

Like hello world I be done run up on me one on one

Prada tags what I want double C with Louis Vuitton

Middle fingers put them up I look cool and you look dumb

I be young and I still stunt shine like sun with iced out fronts

Twenty years young and this rap shit way too fuckin' fun

Twenty dollars in look what the fuck we become

Twenty of you hatin' motherfuckers that's how we begun

Twenty more years of stackin' up all these funds

Let's do the re - run let's get some more guns

Let's get some more money and some bitches with some buns

You can hold my fuckin' nuts while I light the fuckin' blunt

TEC - 9 with the laser we finna go on a fuckin' hunt

Yeah your boy he think he tough but he really like to bluff

Might just pull up at your crib think I had a fuckin' nuff

My chopper got a ballsack mag that's boutta fuckin' bust

Mess with me and xojac0b man finna get slugged

Yeah you done