2-Eleven

[Intro]
Like, like, like
All these niggas already
TAKENFORGRANTED

[Chorus]
Bad little bitch in her Vickys, huh, view overlooking the bity, huh
Pull up and fuck up the city, huh, cool hundred thousand, no biggie, huh
Jump out the choppers top of buildings, into coupes without the ceiling, woah, woah
I seen my uncle whipping chickens, used to serve in front the children, woah, woah

[Post-Chorus]
I seen a lot of shit, I swear to God, I never tell about it, no
Been through a lot of shit, I thank the Lord he let me make it out it (I think the Lord)
I never switch up on my niggas, don't know what I'd do without 'em, huh, huh
Niggas, they talk they shooting shit, but we know shooters move in silence, huh, huh

[Verse]
Niggas, they talk that gunning shit but we know shooters move in silence, huh, huh
I roll with niggas on parole and niggas that's promoting violence, huh, huh
I let the whip get polished while lil momma give a nigga knowledge, huh, huh
I never wondered, but I took that work and put inside the college (huh-huh)
I'm thinking 'bout coppin' a Mazi truck, in the booth, I run out with a lot of bucks
If you ain't 'bout your bread, you can't rock with us, pussy nigga, you broke, get your pockets up
Haters, they sneak dissing, shots at us, I'm about to just fucking some commas up
Shit, I might get my side bitch an Aston Martin, man, I just did a show at the fucking Garden
The whip is so hard but the guts is soft, still eat a plate on my auntie porch
Coroner promised on the tallest building, niggas swerving a six, yeah, without the ceiling
Thirty plus, getting top, that's an awesome feeling, if he hated before, I do not forgive him
Do it all for my dawgs that's just down in prison, finna be in this 'Rarri just counting chicken

[Chorus]
Bad little bitch in her Vickys, huh, view overlooking the bity, huh
Pull up and fuck up the city, huh, cool hundred thousand, no biggie, huh
Jump out the choppers top of buildings, into coupes without the ceiling, woah, woah
I seen my uncle whip some chickens, used to serve in front the children, woah, woah

[Post-Chorus]
I seen a lot of shit, I swear to God, I never tell about it, no
Been through a lot of shit, I thank the Lord he let me make it out it (I think the Lord)
I never switch up on my niggas, don't know what I'd do without 'em, huh, huh
Niggas, they talk they shooting shit, but we know shooters move in silence, huh, huh

[Chorus]
Bad little bitch in her Vickys, huh, view overlooking the bity, huh
Pull up and fuck up the city, huh, cool hundred thousand, no biggie, huh
Jump out the choppers top of buildings, into coupes without the ceiling, woah, woah
I seen my uncle whipping chickens, used to serve in front the children, woah, woah