£1100 Lyrics

Bitch i'm tryna fuck you, I ain't got time to lay up

Close the curtains, sealing bowls, I got nosy neighbors

I ain't get her name, but I got her naked

They keep on comin' back, cause I probably laced it

Yeah, the streets loved the first, cause I kept it comin

Shoutout to my fit, this bitch 1100

I kept the skelly Plain Jane , shoulda got it flooded

It's 3AM in London, I popped 7 xannies

My bitch thinks she knows what's best for me

I put codeine in my…, mix it with Promethazine

I pull up with my pockets on

I pull up with my pockets like I robbed the cash machine

She like, baby, pull up on me, fuck me on the balcony

Took her down off of a blue, she thought it was gravity

I'm best friends with Elizabeth, sometimes I dance with her

I can teach you bout that kitchen, better watch that temperature

That is not my bitch if you see Jordans on her feet

I ain't returnin' nothing, tell the lady, keep the damn receipts

Never look through bitches' phones, man, you know I keep it P

Vacuum seal that bitch, send it through the mail, I'm sellin' P's

Broke another scale, I was tryna weigh a B

Ain't nothin' free in this bitch, boy, you gotta pay a fee

I was fightin' cases when I started sippin' lean

I was poppin' X, tellin' people I was clean

I jump straight in the booth, I don't need to write

I'm the reason all the stores ain't got no more Sprites

I'm back on them Xannies, I can't even talk right

You better make sure we don't meet if you playin' both sides

Bitch i'm tryna fuck you, I ain't got time to lay up

Close the curtains, sealing bowls, I got nosy neighbors

I ain't get her name, but I got her naked

They keep on comin' back, cause I probably laced it

Yeah, the streets loved the first, cause I kept it comin

Shoutout to my fit, this bitch 1100

I kept the skelly Plain Jane , shoulda got it flooded

It's 3AM in London, I popped 7 xannies

I can't even talk right

I can't even walk right