11TH STREET ft. DAM3 Lyrics

All my homies on the ave you know we big stepping

Shawty tryna vibe I ain't linking till that sun setting

Fuck a weapon I be spitting like a Smith and Wesson

If a mother fucker got a problem we gone go correct him

I ain't stressing I be sexing let me count my blessings

Fly my baddie out to Texas said she want protection

Hating ass niggas on my timeline tryna stop the lettuce

But we getting to the bread so we never let it

11th street setting

Mother fuckers fake flexing

She be sending pics

I ain't get 'em cause they not sending

AT&T drop them at the bnb she add me to the G&C her friends tryna tap in with me

Show the money and I promise they'll do anything

Light the room is loud and lemme slide up in the sheets

Fuck with me and I know you on to the better things

Got the diamonds like russel drip off my pinky ring

All my homies on the ave you know we big stepping

Shawty tryna vibe I ain't linking till that sun setting

Fuck a weapon I be spitting like a Smith and Wesson

If a mother fucker got a problem we gone go correct him

I ain't stressing I be sexing let me count my blessings

Fly my baddie out to Texas said she want protection

Hating ass niggas on my timeline tryna stop the lettuce

But we getting to the bread so we never let it

Not a critic fucking with the gimmick too bad I don't fit it

I admit it they only love you when they all benefiting

I'm not with the pity taking the bitch from the man cause she said he was too acidic

Now she fuckin' with it

Okay

Let a mother fucker try me and up finding out where yo bitch at and see if you live to see another day

Getting sentimental

I got the financials to cover all your whole

several rentals

Afraid you might just throw it all away

Fornicate

Little bitch gonna ride with me regardless of the place that I say that i'm gonna stay

See no fakes

If you stab me in the back you better run before I hit you with this mother fucking drac to the face

All my homies on the ave you know we big stepping

Shawty tryna vibe I ain't linking till that sun setting

Fuck a weapon I be spitting like a Smith and Wesson

If a mother fucker got a problem we gone go correct him

I ain't stressing I be sexing let me count my blessings

Fly my baddie out to Texas said she want protection

Hating ass niggas on my timeline tryna stop the lettuce

But we getting to the bread so we never let it