2-Eleven - Retch

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All these niggas already

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Bad little bitch in her Vickys, huh, view overlooking the bity, huh

Pull up and fuck up the city, huh, cool hundred thousand, no biggie, huh

Jump out the choppers top of buildings, into coupes without the ceiling, woah,

woah

I seen my uncle whipping chickens, used to serve in front the children, woah,

woah

I seen a lot of shit, I swear to God, I never tell about it, no

Been through a lot of shit, I thank the Lord he let me make it out it (I think

the Lord)

I never switch up on my niggas, don’t know what I’d do without 'em, huh, huh

Niggas, they talk they shooting shit, but we know shooters move in silence, huh,

huh

Niggas, they talk that gunning shit but we know shooters move in silence, huh,

huh

I roll with niggas on parole and niggas that’s promoting violence, huh, huh

I let the whip get polished while lil momma give a nigga knowledge, huh, huh

I never wondered, but I took that work and put inside the college (huh-huh)

I’m thinking 'bout coppin' a Mazi truck, in the booth, I run out with a lot of

bucks

If you ain’t 'bout your bread, you can’t rock with us, pussy nigga, you broke,

get your pockets up

Haters, they sneak dissing, shots at us, I’m about to just fucking some commas

up

Shit, I might get my side bitch an Aston Martin, man, I just did a show at the

fucking Garden

The whip is so hard but the guts is soft, still eat a plate on my auntie porch

Coroner promised on the tallest building, niggas swerving a six, yeah,

without the ceiling

Thirty plus, getting top, that’s an awesome feeling, if he hated before,

I do not forgive him

Do it all for my dawgs that’s just down in prison, finna be in this 'Rarri just

counting chicken

Bad little bitch in her Vickys, huh, view overlooking the bity, huh

Pull up and fuck up the city, huh, cool hundred thousand, no biggie, huh

Jump out the choppers top of buildings, into coupes without the ceiling, woah,

woah

I seen my uncle whip some chickens, used to serve in front the children, woah,

woah

I seen a lot of shit, I swear to God, I never tell about it, no

Been through a lot of shit, I thank the Lord he let me make it out it (I think

the Lord)

I never switch up on my niggas, don’t know what I’d do without 'em, huh, huh

Niggas, they talk they shooting shit, but we know shooters move in silence, huh,

huh

Bad little bitch in her Vickys, huh, view overlooking the bity, huh

Pull up and fuck up the city, huh, cool hundred thousand, no biggie, huh

Jump out the choppers top of buildings, into coupes without the ceiling, woah,

woah

I seen my uncle whipping chickens, used to serve in front the children, woah,

woah