RETRO ELEVENS lyrics

STVNK

[Verse 1: UNOFROMPLUTO]
Retro Eleven just what imma step in
f*ck on yo b*tch but I finger her with a weapon
So many demons you might need a blessin
I'm in [?] mansions
Skirt off the lot put a b*tch in my mentions
Feds tryna catch me cause I got possessions
If you come to the block better come with corrections
Who better than Uno I see my reflection
I'm smokin runtz and it lay with Kami
Just caught a body send that to his mommy
You want no problems cause I got that tommy
.223 got a Glock and I got a shotty
That b*tch on my di*k but I don't want her to call me
She still got wet tsunami in the lobby
Perc 30 in her drink call me Bill Cosby

[Verse 2: .223Jerm]
Everytime I'm with the gang I'm like what b*tch?
And these n*ggas always postin on somе sus sh*t
Why these n*ggas always b*tch and whinin on [?] on sus sh*t
I just f*cked that b*tch I put in hеr stomach
Beat that pus*y like a n*gga throwin punches
And these n*ggas wanted war so when I pull up now they started walkin up in some crutches
Big straps like I came with the Taliban
I be geeked up like I'm poppin hella xans
All these n*ggas want the features so I'm chargin dollars and dollars like I'm chargin hella bands
Quick hit like I came with a scope
And that b*tch suck my di*k till she choke
All blacked out with my f*ckin locs
And I came with a cannon and a pole
[Verse 3: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Play with the gang imma have to pull the Glock out
Big ass gun we ain't fillin out no n*ggas out
I ain't really f*ckin with these n*ggas like an asian man
Hammer c*ck em back and it's bustin out my f*ckin hand
Call me new b*tch Dwight cause she [?] the box out
b*tch I'm in the trap so you know I got the Glock out
Sprayin at his feet then It make him do the runnin man
b*tch I got a hunnid pounds of [?] in the mini van
Hoes ain't f*ckin kick em out I can't waste time
di*k in yo draws my sh*t hangin off the waste line
Run up in yo sh*t masked up like the Taliban
b*tches wanna f*ck because they know I'm stackin hella bands
I got all these rides in my crib like a carnival
All them clowns in yo set n*gga you must [?] a carnival
di*k in her mouth and she lickin on my peehole
n*gga beef with me we gone put him in a deep hole
I just pulled up with a strap like a [?] fest
Sold all this dope and I still ain't [?] think he at
n*gga actin stupid then I'm cuttin off his bloodline
Fly her in my hand [?] the facetime
n*ggas payin 300 on the net to see a butthole
I'm a real pimp n*gga I get nothin but hole
b*tch in my crib and she finna get her back blown
Next time she hit my phone I hit her with the dial tone
STVNK

[Verse 4: J-ICE]
Ice in this b*tch turn this hoe to a igloo
Carry the stick too if we got an issue
Choppa go clip on yo ear like a pitbull
Aim at yo clique hit you and yo b*tch too
Glock on the side of me that b*tch gone die with me
None of these rivalry n*ggas gone ride on me
South west the side I be
[?]
Doo doo doo doo I go in and out bada boom bada bink
I'm in the studio with .223 and Uno
Drug get so hot is still turn into pluto
[?]
Told all her friends now I look like a socio
None of these rappers can say that they make me
Half of these n*ggas out here gotta pay me
Don't try to sneak diss [?] better save me
ICE