Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2-Eleven , by - Retch. Song from the album Still Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
2-Eleven |
| Like, like, like |
| All these niggas already |
| TAKENFORGRANTED |
| 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 |