7 Eleven lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, see she was stalling, I pull up beside her
Lil' Mokey hiding his Delta milds
All grade A when I'm smoking a reefer
So many firsts, she done p*ssed off Peter
I just recorded, they already leaked it
Stuck in the fire, cause' this sh*t get heated
Asked for some binges, I told her to beat it
Stop it, let the goods all in my closet
Quay Quay all on my eyelids, I know I'm the topic
How you gon' trap on your square? He was so easy to box in
n*ggas just pus*y like Rosanne
I came back down from no man, especially cause that boy a nomad
RIP VV's, I'm pulling a [?]
Cartel said [?], I'm where the Lord at
He play with the trill when I sent him straight to heaven
Yo boy from the runner, he at 7 -Eleven, bringing the cubs back
With my boy Cartel, we in 305, in Maybach hatchback
f*ck n*gga, he I know well, all the drinkin', but I text it

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
Yo, yo, f*ck your ass, b*tch ass, n*gga
Hey turn, turn the microphone a little bit up
Turn my mic up, turn my mic up, turn my mic up, turn my mic up, turn my mic up, n*gga
I'm a four dropper, room flipper, you a dough knocker
My ass say cut your drain, n*gga, I act like I ain't no popper
60 baby bottles in a crib, but you won't see no toddlers
n*ggas [?] this chain again, I'ma disappoint this father
Put her on the Delta flight and get some Delta Milds
I know this b*tch got some miles, but this b*tch hella stylish
I got [?] and the new bands
I bet a pus*y n*gga won't touch a hair off of my chitty chitty
I know this sh*t grits and gravy because I'm getting money
But I done seen the flyest n*gga, turn to Uncle Sonny
Hit it from the back, had her running while she c*mming
Arms, knees, [?]