Gxxd Trxuble - 11:11 (feat. Tre Good)

(Why you want me to)
(You the best uncle in the world)
(Gxxd Trxuble)
(Sounds like it's HI-T3C)
(I'm a genius)
(Fuck these niggas, we gone run it up)
(Yeah)
(Member days when they made fun of us)
(Apt. H in this bitch)
Fuck these niggas, we gone run it up
(Yeah, yeah, yay, yay)
Drip designer, double G
(Double G)
Bounce back, like I left my keys
(Left my keys)
Gang gang, out the trenches overseas
Member days when they made fun of us
(Oh, woah, woah, woah)
Stacked my bread, went and fixed my teeth
(Fixed my teeth)
Now everything ain't what it seems
(No, no)
Real nigga til I leave
Fuck these niggas, we gone run it up
Remember Pops said "You only get one shot"
I had to take it
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, it's lovely at the top
But don't mistake it
(No no)
Cause all this money come with envy, when you make it
(Woah woah)
They'll call you selfish, when you careful where you place it
(Yeah, yeah)
Lost in my feelings like
(Ouu)
Stack my money to the ceiling, through the
(Roof)
Movin' up levels, now we penthouse
Rather have sense now
Slide wit them sticks out
(Yeah yeah)
Fuck the fame, they gone feel my pain
Keep my distance, steady whippin'
Skippin', switchin' lanes
I'm sorry Mama, never asked for this
Got off my ass for this
They was laughin' then
Now we cashin' in
(GT)
Fuck these niggas, we gone run it up
(Yeah, yeah, yay, yay)
Drip designer, double G
(Double G)
Bounce back, like I left my keys
(Left my keys)
Gang gang, out the trenches overseas
Member days when they made fun of us
(Oh, woah, woah, woah)
Stacked my bread, went and fixed my teeth
(Fixed my teeth)
Now everything ain't what it seems
(Aye, uh)
Real nigga til I leave
Fuck these niggas, we gone run it up
And I can tell her cutchu off
She might do it, do it
Niggas pillow talk
I only speak in tongue, fluent
Like uno, dos
Tre's Good at four play
I can see it in ya face, know that pussy good
I can see it in ya eye
That you tryna be a star
But I love who you are, already
No flex, cuz the bars already, set
Chef, can't cook, but a young nigga sauce is heavy
Niggas is soft, that's teddy
Bare with me baby, and I can probably triple or double
Ya baby daddy money
In a matter of minutes or seconds
And that's just off the merch
A Feeble Attempt, yellow YSL purse
Bae stunt so hard, that it hurt
Never hard to look at, never nah
Witcha Nia Long
Witcha no make-up, wake up in the mornin' raw
(Raw)
Mmm
Witcha lil face ass
(Face ass)
She get straight to the shit, she sucked on the dick
Straight thru her face mask
(Face mask)
Low key hopin' that he pop off
Getcha hoe popped, like some Ritalin nigga
I getcha hoe popped, like the blimp from A Feeble Attempt
So I say
Fuck these niggas, we gone run it up
(Yeah, yeah, yay, yay)
Drip designer, double G
(Double G)
Bounce back, like I left my keys
(Left my keys)
Gang gang, out the trenches overseas
Member days when they made fun of us
(Oh, woah, woah, woah)
Stacked my bread, went and fixed my teeth
(Fixed my teeth)
Now everything ain't what it seems
(No, no)
Real nigga til I leave
Fuck these niggas, we gone run it up
(Yeah, yeah, yay, yay)
Drip designer, double G
(Double G)
Bounce back, like I left my keys

Written by:
Ian Carter, Tre Good

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