4h Productions - Eleven (feat. G RU££)

I need yall to sing this with me, alright?
You ready, okay bet
I said what I said
Yeah and I meant it
I ain't take back shit
They say I'm reckless
Oh I confess it
I keep them guessing
And I control shit
Like I'm eleven
Yeah you know what it is man you hear the fucking sound
Yeah my necks starting to hurt, not from the ice but from the crown
Everything your seeing now man it came from the fucking ground
Got so many noise complaints, I made his girlfriend go so loud
And I got yall bitches wet I see the discharge from the gown
We can have a conversation we don't got to fucking shout
You a grown ass man, why you squeaking like a mouse
You a grown ass man, why you yelling so loud
One strikes one but it show you ain't a man
Two strikes two but it's your last fucking chance
Don't let me see three bitch do whatever you can
Cause if you do, my lines won't be the only things hitting
I don't fuck with ugly, only bitches are on magazines
Talking about the money, but for me that shit grow on trees
Speaking bout trees, hard wood like to reach
Like to reach, put my kids in your teeth
I said what I said
Yeah and I meant it
I ain't take back shit
They say im reckless
Oh I confess it
I keep them guessing
And I control shit
Like I'm eleven
I'm back and I'm back again
Two verses one song better tell your friends
This is history, literally, I deserve head
This is history, literally, coming from my pen
Not my ink, I'm talking my pen
My beautiful P-E-N-I-S
I'm writing this verse with my semen
Yeah this world needs me so imma come again, come again
Someone tell J that I own his bitch
Someone tell J that I own this shit
I'd make a Joe mama joke but I'd feel like a kid
But I miss her, miss who
Joe momma bitch
That joke as over used as her pussy from my hit
When you kiss her mouth I hope you taste my dick
Trust me you just a rebound but it's fine you little shit
Seniors n sophomores normal now it's gettin lit
I said what I said
Yeah and I meant it
I ain't take back shit
They say I'm reckless
Oh I confess it
I keep them guessing
And I control shit
Like I'm eleven
I'm gonna go bald again
She so damn sexy in the fucking cardigan
Pussy talking shit, we playing cards again
Running from the cops then I hop the fence
Then I hit his mother fucking face in fucking cement
Get the fuck out of here before you is next line
All these heads up im about to go full Jeffery Dean on Morgan
Get the fuck out before you end in the morgue bitch
I'm a mortician switch it up like Gordon in the kitchen
Getting blazed with a cooking pot hit a ball out the park thats a sand lot
Momma boy Joe how you carress her like Kessla
Get it fucking senior acting like a big boy
Playing with his little toys, I know the young girl give you joy
So why don't you touch all up on them
Because you're weird
And you got sloppy seconds on your mother fucking beard
I said what I said
Yeah and I meant it
I ain't take back shit
They say I'm reckless
Oh I confess it
I keep them guessing
And I control shit
Like I'm eleven

Written by:
Joshua Vicari, Greg McGinty

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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