Eleven Two Seven - Rob Curly

Waking up, rolling up.

Shawty wanna zip it up.

she don’t even smoke

Fuck in the morning and fuck in the evening, that’s breakfast and dinner we

feasting

No time for beginners, no time for actual eating

We working on bending and breathing

She put it down like the heaven’s descending cause she know that Curly is only

ascending

Gimme that real love

That Jada and that Will love

That let’s get up that hill love

That pick up, like let’s get out and kick it

Just be-cause, I don’t trust, but it’s all good

I probably could cause I used to but used to that «use you» mentality

Man that’s fatality

Leeches be suckin' it outta me

Feel like they killin' my batteries

Bitches been bad to me, I took a battering

Fuck it I came back and I brought the Calvary

Look at this juice I got, look at these moves I make

Nigga I’m earning my stripes, nigga my legs don’t shake

Man I need a steak in a fortune 500

I sold a verse for like only 500

I needed rent but I needed 900, so I told em drop it or nigga just run it

I hope that she see me get hot

I hope that she know that she not on my mind

I don’t got time for the thoughts (thots)

I prefer classier box so thanks for ya time

Bitch get buck like bottles on bottles

You been the one from the get so it’s like fuck all the models

Man you been trippin', don’t trip

You better fuck wit Moscato, cause I’m that nigga that nigga I just might fuck

all the models

Babygirl don’t sleep, babygirl I’m beast, babygirl get yo ass out the streets

Don’t you really wanna be somebody, don’t you really wanna do something bout it

Man you gotta be you to the core, like feet to the floor, like head to the sky

If it feel like a chore, let it go.

let it muhfuckin' go, never interfere wit

the flow.

Bitch get buck like bottles on bottles

You been the one from the get so it’s like fuck all the models

Man you been trippin', don’t trip

You better fuck wit Moscato, cause I’m that nigga that nigga I just might fuck

all the models

Babygirl don’t sleep

(Part 2)

I got options, I’m poppin'

We takin' shots like a Thompson

I wanna take em till I’m feelin' something and they wanna take em till they

feelin' nothing

Both of us running, jumping, tryna make something from nothing

Nothing is nothing, and we too young for this, we took a L for this,

did a lot of shit, went through hell for this

And I stand by all that

All I know is ima fall back

You hang up but then you call back

All I know is that it’s all bad

That’s my que I gotta get gone

I got girls that’s tryna get flown

I know girls that’s tryna come home

You that girl I’m tryna move home.

Bitch get buck like bottles on bottles

You been the one from the get so it’s like fuck all the models

Man you been trippin', don’t trip

You better fuck wit Moscato, cause I’m that nigga that nigga I just might fuck

all the models

Babygirl don’t sleep, babygirl I’m beast, babygirl get yo ass out the streets

Don’t you really wanna be somebody, don’t you really wanna do something bout it

Man you gotta be you to the core, like feet to the floor, like head to the sky

If it feel like a chore, let it go.

let it muhfuckin' go, never interfere wit

the flow.