2 - Eleven Lyrics

[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 f*ck 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, p*ssy nigga, you broke, get your pockets up
Haters, they sneak dissing, shots at us, I'm about to just f*cking some commas up
Shit, I might get my side bitch an Aston Martin, man, I just did a show at the f*cking 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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

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