711 Lyrics

(I remember that I was improvising)

Bread and the lettuce, tomato and cheese

You keep the beef, Imma count up the green

One of a kind, never two or the three

Forever speaking my truth on the beat

Five of my guys will leave you in the street

Defeated, you six of them deep

7/11 she slurpee the d

Thought it was heaven, I'm higher than trees

You get it, I'm flyer than bees

I'm headed for heights you can't reach

Now they wondering what happen to me

'Member when it was jus rapping on beats

Now I'm tryna capture a dream

Paint like Picasso I'm packing the heat.

For my loved one

Never seen her sober, kept a buzz like a stun gun

Niggas playing games, lemme run one

Had a ball with the sticks, this a fun run

Had a fall with a bitch, she a dum dum

Played me for a sucker, fourth and down, Imma rush sumn

If that nigga come around

If that nigga come around, Imma bust sumn

You can't hang with me. You ain't gang

Can't bang for free. Increase range from stranger endangering me

I feel the pain when my brothers complain to me

I know it's all in good taste, save a plate to eat

You gotta keep a- (Whoo)

You gotta keep a cool face when they aim the heat

I touch down and I get it right back, nigga

Leave a man down if he giving you flak

Gotta keep a hand down if he cross to the left

She gon know my heart cold when I frost the patek

Never cross on the bros, only cross on my neck

Gotta go if she a hoe and only want me for checks, like

Get a bag, babe

Gotta go and get a bag, babe

Gotta go and get a-

Gotta go and get a bag, babe

Gotta go and get a-

Go and get a-

Go and get a bag, babe

Gotta go and get a bag, babe

Gotta go and get a-

Go and get a-

Go and get a-

Go and get a-

(Yeah, yeah)

Bread and the lettuce, tomato and cheese

You keep the beef, Imma count up the green

One of a kind, never two or the three

Forever speaking my truth on the beat

Five of my guys will leave you in the street

Defeated, you six of them deep

7/11 she slurpee the d