Young God Blow & DAM3 - 11TH STREET

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

Written by:
Damion Martinez, Joseph Guzman

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