TenEleven Lyrics

(Welcome to Baba Yaga nigga

By no one other than the wick himself

See a nigga like da wick mane

Will never show his hand

"W1ckmann"

Will never switch on his gang

See a lot of yall niggas ain't solid

He stay true his religion

Aye

Gone tell yo story nephew

Pop yo shit)

(Gang)

(Yuh nigga gang)

(Yea niggas know it's da)

Got dem racks stuffed in a Gucci bag

(Racks)

Tryna double it

Talkin profit

I'm steady chasin cash

((Bands bands))

Niggas doin allat talkin

We leave dey block on smash

(Smash)

Remember I used to be walkin

Now da coupe way too fast

(Skrrrt , yooom)

Swerving round da city

In a maro wit paper tags

Gotta choppa right by my side

Equipped wit extra mags

(Fa)

Im tired of being quiet

It's my time

Nigga I'm finna spazz

(Spazz)

And niggas took my right hand

But we gone take out every man

(On lo)

Nigga That's all I'm sayin

Got da baddest bit & she got a fat ass

(Yuh)

I can put my trust in her i know she gone blast

(Yuh)

In da coupe pushing da motor doin da dash

(Yuh)

I gotta chase dis bag

Nigga

I ain coming in last

(Yuh)

Nigga on 10/11 my momma birthed a killa

(On gang )

Ain never killed a nigga

But every beat I killed it

(I killed that shit)

At anything, nigga

I say I'm da releast

(Realest in dis shit)

Still on da block

Wit niggas dat done body bagged and zipped em

(Fa fa)

(On gang)

(Baba Yaga ! My motherfucking nephew

Listen here

We got blessings for yall niggas out here

Listen here,

Don't come up da wrong way mane,

I swear to god to come here da wrong way

We ain't got time for that bullshit

All yall niggas sitting wanna do all that talking,

And do all that hollering ear to ear

And really ain't on shit

Nephew pop yo shit !)

Nigga I'll swing dis stick

From right to left

(Fa)

You tryna be a pitcher

(Fa Fa)

Put beams & flashes on a nigga

Tell em pose for da picture

Lights camera action

Everybody shooting

Tryna strike dem a nigga

Ridin in strikers and str8s

(Skrrrt)

Nigga I came from da trenches

(Fa fa)

I was in da car wit killas

Tryna spark sum nigga

Draped out in polo from head to toe

Dey should sponsor a nigga

(Yuh)

Andeven though my man's gone

Ima honor my nigga

So when the nigga come home

I'll send my dawgs to go sick em

(On gang)

In my pocket sum light

I'm Talking dog shit nigga

(Bands bands)

Slump a nigga good night

Teach ya mans to squabble nigga

(Bop Bop)

Gang'll solve any problem

Ain never need it

I'm my own problem solver

(What!)

In my pocket a 40

(Fa Fa)

Got dem racks stuffed in a Gucci bag

(Racks)

Tryna double it

Talkin profit

I'm steady chasin cash

((Bands bands))

Niggas doin allat talkin

We leave dey block on smash

(Smash)

Remember I used to be walkin

Now da coupe way too fast

(Skrrrt , yooom)

Swerving round da city

In a maro wit paper tags

Gotta choppa right by my side

Equipped wit extra mags

(Fa fa)

Im tired of being quiet

It's my time

Nigga I'm finna spazz

(Spazz)

And niggas took my right hand

But we gone take out every man

(On lo)

Nigga that's all I'm sayin

Long Live Lo Nigga

W1ckmann