7-11 - Chris Travis

Everyday bitch, I wake up and feel a lil' different

I got these hoes out they head, like they on meds, fill the prescription

Take a good dose of these mixtures, sorry if it already hit ya

Run up my money and vanish, prolly discover a planet

I got yo bitch in her jammies, through them Backwoods and candy

7−11, 4 in the mornin', no breakfast, just good sex and leverage (mayn)

Boy I’m in heaven, I’m a need somewhere to stretch it

Talkin' about money lets get it I’m ready

I can’t be worried about you cause you petty

Niggas ain’t nowhere near me so lets get it, bitch

Bitch I am spazzin ain’t no lookin back

Smoke up a sack

Most of these niggas just rap

Don’t got the shit that they rap

Know how to act

Boi I state facts

If I don’t got it I get it lil nigga now run and pay dat

Bitch what I got I don’t lie bout that shit doesn’t matter materials can’t

vouch where I’m at

Bitch I’m still standin

Come in and cut you like Freddy

Fuck what you sayin I’m hefty

Teach you a lesson

If you know me it’s a blessin

Lil nigga never be questioned

Bitch I’m still standing

Come in and cut you like Freddy

Fuck what you sayin I’m hefty

Teach you a lesson

If you know me it’s a blessin

Lil nigga never be questioned

Waken and baken

Thowin it up by the acre, nigga

Nobody made me

Poor nigga save it

I’ve been a man since a baby

Teenager drive bitches crazy

Smoke till the 80s

Some of this new shit can’t play it

Man niggas ain’t different

Better be somewhere you fuck niggas isn’t

I really don’t get it

Waken and baken

Thowin it up by the acre, nigga

Nobody made me

Fuck nigga save it

I’ve been a man since a baby

Teenagers drive bitches crazy

Smoke till the 80s

Some of this new shit can’t play it

Man niggas ain’t different

Better be somewhere you fuck niggas isn’t

I really don’t get it