Retch - 2-Eleven lyrics

Bad little b**h in her Vickys (huh) Beautiful looking lil bitty (huh) Pull up and f** up the city (huh) Go hundred thousand and biggy (huh) Jump outta choppas top of buildings into coupes without the ceiling (woah) I seen my uncle whippin chickens used to serve in front the children (woah) I seen a lot of sh** I swear to God I never tell about it (no) Been through a lot of sh** I think the Lord he let me make it out it (I think the Lord) I never switch up on my n***as don't know what I'd do without em (huh-huh) n***as they talk that shootin sh** but we know shooters move in silence (huh-huh) n***as they talk that gunnin sh** but we know shooters move in silence (huh-huh) I roll with n***as on parole and n***as that's promoting violence (huh-huh) I let the whip get polished while a momma give a n***a knowledge (huh-huh) I never wonder but I took that work and put instead the college (huh-huh) I'm thinking bout coppin' a Masi 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 p**y n***a you broke, get your pockets up Haters they see they say shots at us I'm about to just f**ing some commas up sh**, I might get my side b**h an Aston Martin Man, I just did a show at the f**in garden We whip it so hard but the guts is soft Still eat a plate on my auntie porch Called it, promised, I done told us be the n***as swervin 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 b**h in her Vickys (huh) Beautiful looking lil bitty (huh) Pull up and f** up the city (huh) Go hundred thousand and biggy (huh) Jump outta choppas top of buildings into coupes without the ceiling (woah) I seen my uncle whippin chickens used to serve in front the children (woah) I seen a lot of sh** I swear to God i never tell about it (no) Been through a lot of sh** I think the Lord he let me make it out it (I think the Lord) I never switch up on my n***as don't know what I'd do without em (huh-huh) n***as they talk they shooting sh** but we know shooters move in silence Bad little b**h in her Vickys (huh) Beautiful looking lil bitty (huh) Pull up and f** up the city (huh) Go hundred thousand and biggy (huh) Jump outta choppas top of buildings into coupes without the ceiling (woah) I seen my uncle whippin chickens used to serve in front the children (woah)