7-11 lyrics
by Chris Travis
[Verse 1]
Everyday b*tch, I wake up and feel a lil' different
I got these hoes out they head, like they on meds, fill the prescription
Take a good dose of these mixtures, sorry if it already hit ya
Run up my money and vanish, prolly discover a planet
I got yo b*tch in her jammies, through them Backwoods and candy
7-11, 4 in the mornin', no breakfast, just good sex and leverage (mayn)
Boy I'm in heaven, I'm a need somewhere to stretch it
Talkin' about money lets get it I'm ready
I can't be worried about you cause you petty
n*ggas ain't nowhere near me so lets get it, b*tch
[Verse 2]
b*tch I am spazzin ain’t no lookin back
Smoke up a sack
Most of these n*ggas just rap
Don’t got the sh*t that they rap
Know how to act
Boi I state facts
If I don’t got it I get it lil n*gga now run and pay dat
b*tch what I got I don't lie bout that sh*t doesn't matter materials can't vouch where I'm at
[Hook]
b*tch I’m still standin
Come in and cut you like Freddy
f*ck what you sayin I’m hefty
Teach you a lesson
If you know me it’s a blessin
Lil n*gga never be questioned
b*tch I’m still standing
Come in and cut you like Freddy
f*ck what you sayin I’m hefty
Teach you a lesson
If you know me it’s a blessin
Lil n*gga never be questioned
[Verse 3]
Waken and baken
Thowin it up by the acre, n*gga
Nobody made me
Poor n*gga save it
I’ve been a man since a baby
Teenager drive b*tches crazy
Smoke till the 80s
Some of this new sh*t can’t play it
Man n*ggas ain’t different
Better be somewhere you f*ck n*ggas isn’t
I really don’t get it
Waken and baken
Thowin it up by the acre, n*gga
Nobody made me
f*ck n*gga save it
I’ve been a man since a baby
Teenagers drive b*tches crazy
Smoke till the 80s
Some of this new sh*t can’t play it
Man n*ggas ain’t different
Better be somewhere you f*ck n*ggas isn’t
I really don’t get it