7/11 ft. YUNG SUNS & SQDRN Lyrics

Two twin glocks named Bonnie and Clyde

Vrothas wanna talk rock but I'm liminal they hide

Imma go and turn yo shawty from a hoe to a bride

Even if she got a dick i don't care Pan Pride

All my boys partygoers smileys we digital

Purble place boys we gon get up here original

We gon sip on Benadryl yo shit typical

Up inside a crystal cave and we poppin mystical (Yung Suns)

Baby can you roll a new blunt counting money up-front

Walking in the store passed a body shit's fucked up

Kai's on dat feeling good LA smoke my Inglewood

Did what i said Ride and Die she's my input

Put my niggas on now we making dat bread

You looked so scared he started pissing the bed

Keep my mouth shut but you still talk to the feds

Shot up at ya hood It won't end till you're fucking dead

X pills go crazy

White Powder Shady

Slim bitch is crazy

Fat bitch is lazy

In and out her daily

All you niggas crashing the Benz so I brought a new Mercedes

Fucking your bitch and I run and fuck a bestie

At the same time yeah I gotta keep it interesting

Save up yo money bitch I gotta keep investing

Hah whoa

Baby, can you roll a new blunt counting money up-front

Walking in the store passed a body, shit's fucked up

Kai's on dat feeling good LA, smoke my Inglewood

Did what i said Ride and die (Ivkai let 'em know!)

Smoking dope with some big titty pop tarts

She was lucky that her throat game was on top

Of it, like my dick making transactions

Throwing bands in her face she made a whole reaction

Don't be asking what I'm drinking bitch we ain't the same

I'm a sonic fan nigga peep the games I played

2d pussy on my dick Twitter's just a hobby

Don't get it twisted keep your distance if you talked about me

(Pussy!)

Irritvted we be smoking dank

Shooting paint I've been counting bank

Do whatever it takes

Killed a lame with my postedblade that's my pinky

Miss me you ain't getting paper like my missy

Slabbed a nigga cuz he talking like a pixie

Slabbed a nigga cuz he talking like a pixie

Slabbed a nigga cuz he talking like a pixie

Deadman in the 7-Eleven

Baby can you roll a new blunt counting money up-front

Walking in the store passed a body shit's fucked up

Kai's on dat feeling good LA smoke my Inglewood

Did what i said Ride and Die she's my input