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600breezy – 11 gunz lyrics

[intro]
foreverrolling
hm, yeah, n+gga
grr, huh (bop)
f+ck they talkin’ ’bout, n+gga?
look, huh

[verse 1]
pull up to your funeral, eleven guns
never had to watch mtv to see a reverend run, huh
it’s the devil’s son, metal on me, megatron (bop, bop)
tax his funds, in the streets with choppers like it’s lebanon, huh (like it’s lebanon, n+gga)
you better have your gun, huh, b+tch, that’s on my son
bullets lunge, 6+0 icin’ n+ggas like we golden sun (golden suns, n+gga)
afghanistan, came with my gat in hand (grr)
sh+t’ll blam, get your head wrapped like the taliban, huh (grr, grr, grr, bop)
smokin’ doinky sh+t, might get smelly, huh
call me regiuse, i got footagе ’round the world with that b+tch kelly, huh (that b+tch kelly, huh)
brеad like a deli, huh
i was seventeen with a forty sn+tchin’ grown n+ggas out they pelly+pelly, huh (let me get that, n+gga)
r.i.p. king koopa, benz jeep, model scooper (huh)
c+ck and shoot him, n+ggas owe me change, where my restitution? huh (where that sh+t at, n+gga?)
f+ck a hip+hop, thirty on my wrist watch
my fifth pop, i be raisin’ cainers like that b+tch rock, huh, n+gga
[bridge]
yeah, n+gga
ayy, what i say? ayy, look (grr, grr, bop)
and f+ck a feature from kan+yeezy (ah)
ridin’, flippin’ blocks, on packs i made a hundred out these jeezys, n+gga (huh)
(pull up to your funeral, eleven guns) yeah, n+gga
(never had to watch mtv to see a reverend run)
they can’t f+ck with me, n+gga, ayy (grr, bop, bop)
look, huh

[verse 2]
look, b+tch, i don’t dance or do tiktoks
these sigs hot, clips like movie scenes, who tryna binge watch? huh (tryna binge watch this, n+gga)
gang claimin’ the thirteen to get a kid shot (grr, grr, bop)
we spin blocks, walk him down clappin’ like flip flops, huh, n+gga
bullets get the leader of your block in peace (ah)
hot as grease, pounds in the mail, i don’t need a feat’, huh (i don’t need a feature, n+gga)
i was saved by the bell, who the f+ck is screech? (ah)
coke and lean get your bm f’d on, know no meech (don’t know no meech, n+gga)
get your b+tch flamed, squintin’ like i’m johnny dang, huh
mask off but i ain’t kane, lettin’ shots rang, huh (bop, bop)
a dog untrained, wild and i’m untamed, huh (bop, bop)
out at night with two sticks like that n+gga blade, huh, n+gga

[outro]
(pull up to your funeral, eleven guns)
(never had to watch mtv to see a reverend run)
(huh, pull up to your funeral, eleven guns)
(never had to watch mtv to see a reverend run)

- 600breezy lyrics

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