7eleven

[Verse]
Aye, yeah
Lil' cip snatch his chain
Big ahh Glock ain't shootin' no range
Hoe ahh nigga get stained
Count up guap, don't need no fame
AMG, CLA, slide with the Trues
I copped me some Ksub's, I threw away the Trues
Remember them days, I was off of the shrooms
Off of the shrooms, got high to the moon
Big body Jag', bitch, what is you on?
She lovin' my scent, she love my cologne
Have me on repeat, singing my song
Pour me my lean in my styrofoam
Speedway, double cup, I'on fuck wit' 7-Eleven
Bad ahh bitch, she came straight from heaven
I call lil' viyah, he came wit' the sticks
Big ahh Glock ain't gon' shoot that shit
If bro say, "Go" I go (Yeah)
Kick shit wit' the twins, you know
I'm broke bitch, you sound slow
Glock twenty-six, what I tote (Yeah)
ARP, it go, "Ffff" (Yeah)
Money counter, it go, "Ffff" (Yeah)
Moncler, Moncler, it's all on her coat
Bad ahh bitch and she doin' the most
Can't fuck these hoes but you know how that go
Off of the Xan' and it got me so slow
Big ahh ARP, you know how that go
Glock nineteen X, know what I tote