Текст песни 11 Gunz - 600breezy

11 Gunz

FOREVERROLLING
Hm, yeah, nigga
Grr, huh (Bop)
Fuck they talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Look, huh
Pull up to your funeral, eleven guns
Never had to watch MTV to see a reverend run, huh
It’s the Devil’s son, metal on me, Megatron (Bop, bop)
Tax his funds
In the streets with choppers like it’s Lebanon, huh (Like it’s Lebanon, nigga)
You better have your gun, huh
Bitch, that’s on my son
Bullets lunge, 6−0 icin' niggas like we Golden Sun (Golden Suns, nigga)
Afghanistan, came with my Gat in hand (Grr)
Shit’ll blam, get your head wrapped like the Taliban, huh (Grr, grr, grr, bop)
Smokin' doinky shit, might get smelly, huh
Call me Regiuse, I got footage 'round the world with that Kelly,
huh (That bitch Kelly, huh)
Bread like a deli, huh
I was seventeen with a forty snatchin' grown niggas out they pelly-pelly,
huh (Let me get that, nigga)
R.I.P. King Koopa, Benz jeep, model scooper (Huh)
Cock and shoot him
Niggas owe me change, where my restitution? Huh (Where that shit at, nigga?)
Fuck a hip-hop, thirty on my wrist watch
My fifth pop, I be raisin' cainers like that bitch Rock, huh, nigga
Yeah, nigga
Ayy, what I say? Ayy, look (Grr, grr, bop)
And fuck a feature from Kan-Yeezy (Ah)
Ridin', flippin' blocks, on packs I made a hundred out these Jeezys, nigga,
(Huh)
(Pull up to your funeral, eleven guns) Yeah, nigga
(Never had to watch MTV to see a reverend run)
They can’t fuck with me, nigga, ayy (Grr, bop, bop)
Look, huh
Look, bitch, I don’t dance or do TikToks
These Sigs hot, clips like movie scenes, who tryna binge watch? Huh (Tryna
binge watch this, nigga)
Gang claimin' the thirteen to get a kid shot (Grr, grr, bop)
We spin blocks, walk him down clappin' like flip flops, huh, nigga
Bullets get the leader of your block in peace (Ah)
Hot as grease, pounds in the mail, I don’t need a feat', huh (I don’t need a
feature, nigga)
I was saved by the bell, who the fuck is Screech? (Ah)
Coke and Lean get your BM f’ed on, know no Meech (Don't know no Meech, nigga)
Get your bitch flamed, squintin' like I’m Johnny Dang, huh
Mask off but I ain’t Kane, lettin' shots rang, huh (Bop, bop)
A dog untrained, wild and I’m untamed, huh (Bop, bop)
Out at night with two sticks like that nigga Blade, huh, nigga
(Pull up to your funeral, eleven guns)
(Never had to watch MTV to see a reverend run)
(Huh, pull up to your funeral, eleven guns)
(Never had to watch MTV to see a reverend run)