Seven Eleven Lyrics

My ass need to get it together don't it

Know what I'm saying

Lit Cam Straight out the ham

205 shit

Bitch I'm a vibe nigga im LIT

She wanna ride she wanna dip

Action is packed in this Glock on my hip

We getting money it's no need to trip

Born on the day that come after the 5th

Thought I was finished I'm just switching gear

She like it when I'm inside of her ear

God be the only one man I can fear

Let's place a bet

I'm rolling seven eleven

No covid im sick as it get

Bitch in a threat

Niggas was disdain in songs

But nobody know where they at

I'm fucking bitches I been in them trenches

Shout out to thirt Ball we got the switches

Thought I was finished this just the beginning

This shit is real life this ain't a gimmick

Can't let a fuck nigga blimage my image

(Wait)

I'm on the way to the millions

I wanna get rich pass it down to my children

I promise to mama I won't Let em kill me

Pullup on Brax in the ham

Finna get me a Chop

Call me the canopy bitch I'm a star

He dropped a diss we don't know who you are

Somebody help em go write em a bar

He piss me off they gone run outta chalk

Pay me money I don't wanna talk

Nobody wanted to give me the sauce

Without a handout

I'm a boss

I'm sitting courtside in the bay

I got money on curry

He dropping em off

Blitz em like roll tide

If that boy not performing

Nick saban we cutting em off

These Niggas small fries I walk in the club

And nigga they all rise

Rap good got mob ties

Don't shoot out the car

Hop out see all eyes

Ever since I started rapping

My life full of magic

I feel like I'm Anyhony black

Just landed 26 shows they jammin my songs

On god I'm running it back

(Miller vrooom)

Pullup in a hemi reach in the console

I got a semi

What's in my bag boy that's a drake

I'm in Toronto Davion Mitchell

Want some to eat grab me a Philly

Don't fuck with meek

He be with diddy

I'm in the streets I handle business

Niggas he hoes stay in they feelings

Choppa a judge can have you a sentence

I'm not a saint Kool-Aid McKinstry

I talk to god ask for forgiveness

Hoping my past don't fuck with my children

Throw me a pass bitch I'm a get it

I feel like Russel Wilson at the Steelers

I'm running plays at practice with Pickens

Dickies be cheap I feel em with benjis