7 Eleven

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, see she was stallin', I pull up beside her Lil' Moe get higher than his Delta miles All grade A when I'm smokin' the reefer So many furs, she done pissed off PETA I just recorded, they already leaked it Snuck in the fire case this shit get heated Asked for some Benjis, I told her to beat it Stop it, leather goods all in my closet Quay-Quay all on my eyelids, I know I'm the topic How you gon' trap when you square? He was so easy to box in Niggas is pussy like Roseanne I can't back down from no man, especially 'cause that boy a nomad RIP VVs, I'm pouring a four back Cartel said club time, I'm where the Lord at He play with the Trill, we'll send him straight to heaven Your boyfriend a runner, he at 7-Eleven bringin' the cups back With my boy Cartel, we in 305 in Maybach hatchback Fuck-nigga fee, I know where all the drank at, but I tax that [Interlude] Yeah, yeah Ol', ol' flunky-ass, bitch-ass nigga Ayy, 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, nigga [Verse 2] I'm a four dropper, room flipper, you a door knocker My ese cut your drank, nigga, I act like I ain't know papa Sixty baby bottles in the crib, but you won't see no toddlers Nigga for this chain again, I'ma disappoint his father Put her on a Delta flight and get some Delta mileage I know this bitch got some miles, but this bitch hella stylish I got fin and Gen5 in a new Benz I bet a pussy nigga won't touch a hair up on my chinny-chin I know this shit grits and gravy 'cause I'm getting money But I done seen the flyest nigga turn to Uncle Sonny Hit it from the back, had her runnin' while she cummin' Arms, knees, Balenci' buttons