GroundLordz - 11 Lyrics

I can see it in ya eyes
Can tell you just really wanna rich nigga vibe
And I can never talk to her nice,
If it's real best believe it ain't got no ties
I just pulled up with my niggas flexin
All the shit you said ain't no forgettin
All the shit we did it's never endin
Who's checkin
Not second

Come rock with a nigga like me
I just want your vibe
You just want my seed
I just want Hermés
I just want Fendi
Want your fine ass feelin free in my arms reach
Why these bitches actin like i'm finna check on em
Swear I won't spend a check on em
Why these niggas start actin like i'm finna flex on em,
When I already flexed on em
That boi turned 50
Ain't no biggie
Dodging demons the devil tryn get me
Dodging females who say that they with me
Gotta show me don't know if you kidding
A wonderful feeling to get on your grind
Practice makes perfect with time
Mixing the perc with the wine
Said she tryn have a good time
Back to the bullshit
On her back in the back with some cool whip
When I rap I state facts but you knew this
I don't trap but I stack and go through it
Might invest in my niggas who do it
Sign a check and then I go reloop it
How I flip it I swear i'm so fluid
How I mix it is leavin her clueless
Said she lovin' my drip and my music
But you ain't had to tell me that shit
Yeah imma dawg I'm big boss in this bitch
2 door Aston Martin get involved in my whips
Gettin hauled to my crib
Swear i'm takin off with this shit
Swear i'm takin off with yo bitch
Swear she gon ride this dick
Don't deny this shit
Either way it go i'm always reppin
I'll never stop
Til i'm up at the top
And even then we won't stop stepping
And at the top
They say will you get hot
But you know we won't start sweatin
We destined
Up next and

I just pulled up with my niggas flexin
Y'all stand on 10 we got 11
All the shit you said ain't no forgettin
All the shit we did it's never endin
Who's checkin
Not second

Check in
Boi you lil niggas bet check in
Do this shit for my niggas no guessin
For the Audemar put the baguette in
And throw the patek in
Ice Ice Ice
Lob a dime like I'm rondo
Elevator to the condo
King shit we the huncho
Hit the club wit a mother f*cking pancho
(Make it rain make it rain, bitch the glz make it rain)
Cause it's bouta be a thunderstorm she got me started
If she see me wit my whole gang she go retarded
I could do this shit w no fame it's not about it
Got it running through my veins in my body
Leave a nigga w no brains wit my shotty
Got a bad bitch but she act bossy
If she act up told her ima put her in a car seat
Told y'all lil niggas I don't know how much it cost me
Real nigga going to my offspring
Bad bitch press a nigga can't get em off me
Tryna balance hoes shit exhaustinG
Cause a nigga flossin
X a nigga out just for thinking that he crossing
Gl that's the posse
Niggas hating from the crowd nigga can't get a box seat
Going dumb in the stu
Foreign baddy she came from Peru
Pop a addy go straight to the room
Get naked in two
No faking w you
Stacking bank turn my faces to blue
Ain't no guessing or making her choose
Slide on bases when making the moves
I'm making the rules
We making the news
Pulling up flexin
Bottles straight to the section
Billboards dreams no resting
Told her got no time for the texting
Book another session
Think we got a hit f*ck it on to the next one
But we never stressing
Always look ahead for a blessing that's why

I just pulled up with my niggas flexin
Y'all stand on 10 we got 11
All the shit you said ain't no forgettin
All the shit we did it's never endin
Who's checkin
Not second