[Intro]
Yuh
The eleventh hour pull up with a f*cking thottie
The eleventh hour pull up with a f*cking shawty
The eleventh hour pull up with a f*cking thottie
The eleventh hour pull up with a f*cking-
Yuh
[Chorus]
The eleventh hour pull up to your f*cking crib
With the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind, yuh
Suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
And everything we left behind was a couple of cars, yuh
The eleventh hour pull up to your f*cking crib
With the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind, yuh
Suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
And everything we left behind was a couple of cars, yuh
[Verse 1]
Call me Leonardo, DiCaprio
Imma make a couple millions and then I go
Pull a tekashi-o, other side of rainbow
That's where I find myself a pot full of gold
Yeah we gon get high tonight
Baby we'll die tonight
f*ck it, we'll take flight tonight
Ain't got no diamonds, but I'll shine bright tonight
Pull a Glock, to my head, with the flock
While shorty give me head on my c*ck
Sipping out codeine of the foam cup
Motherf*ck they don't even really know us
Pull a John Whick, if they focus
Huh, what the f*ck they gonna do
Pulling up with Otac and the rest of the crew
Ay, and Ion sip purple goo
But if that is the sh*t, then you do f*cking you
[Chorus]
The eleventh hour pull up to your f*cking crib
With the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind
Suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
And all we left behind was a couple of cars, yuh
The eleventh hour pull up to your f*cking crib
With the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind
Suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
And everything we left behind was a couple of cars, yuh
[Verse 2]
Now we getting faded, and we real f*cking hazed
Man I spoke to Elon Musk, he told me this is space ex
Now we get sex ed, just like shorty Beth said
Now we having fun, while the lads 420 blaze it
Man this sh*t some kind of trip, dr. Strange call me Benedict
And I'm running on your sh*t, snatch it and I split
f*ckers talking down, yet they got nothing to prove it
When I catch them red handed, they might just get with bruises
[Chorus]
The eleventh hour pull up to your f*cking crib
With the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind
Suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
And everything we left behind was a couple of cars