"711" lyrics

Ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Nobody care, so what you cryin' for? (Cryin' for)
This .223, it got a lion's roar
A real nigga what she been dyin' for (Dyin' for)

I'm in seven cars with eleven bitches (Seven cars with eleven bitches), 7-Eleven (7-Eleven)
That boy lookin' wrong with that MAC-11
These niggas hell, we gon' send 'em to Heaven
I wear a size 10, you know that I'm steppin' (You know that I'm steppin')
Yeah, his bitch in the car with her head down, but she not textin' (Wow)

Can't send my brother off, I gotta ride with him (Gotta ride with him)
Yeah, last place that nigga seen was the hospital (Hospital)
These niggas be talkin' like hoes, what's wrong with 'em? (What's wrong with 'em?)
I knew I was unique, didn't belong with 'em (Hey)
Three number bullets like area codes
Yeah, I know that he's a bitch (Bitch), but I don't put my hands on hoes
Yeah, frostbite, frostbite, my necklace on froze
Yeah, let me be great, it's a hot summer day (It's a hot summer day)
She getting hot so we poured some lemonade (Poured some lemonade)
He actin' bad, I'ma show 'em how to behave (How to behave)

I'm in seven cars with eleven bitches (Seven cars with eleven bitches), 7-Eleven (7-Eleven)
That boy lookin' wrong with that MAC-11
These niggas hell, we gon' send 'em to Heaven
I wear a size 10, you know that I'm steppin' (You know that I'm steppin')
Yeah, his bitch in the car with her head down, but she not textin' (Wow)

I caught a rise, niggas was 'round, so I Mossed him (Mossed him)
Like a mosquito, you know that I offed him
Out the league, he's a Harlem Globetrotter (Yeah)
He wanna prove he gangster, he gon' go the farthest (Oh yeah, yeah), ayy
These niggas ain't built, why the fuck should I bother? (Why should I bother?)
Put cheese on a bitch if she come to me with that baby father (Baby father)
It's crazy, but these hoes be lyin' (Yeah)
You keep runnin' your mouth, how the fuck you not tired?
I just smoked a opp, how the fuck I'm not high yet? (How the fuck I'm not high yet?)
She's in a new position sayin', "We should try it" (We should try it)
7-Eleven (Ay, ay, ay)
I'm shining just like the sun (Sun), I'm ballin' with Devin (Ballin' with Devin)
This Glock clap like the ass cheeks on Megan
Stay down 'cause I know we gon' make it (Know we gon' make it, yeah)
Yeah, and nobody gon' take it (Nobody gon' take it)
Yeah, 'body gon' take it ('Body gon' take it)

I'm in seven cars with eleven bitches (Seven cars with eleven bitches), 7-Eleven (7-Eleven)
That boy lookin' wrong with that MAC-11
These niggas hell, we gon' send 'em to Heaven
I wear a size 10, you know that I'm steppin' (You know that I'm steppin')
Yeah, his bitch in the car with her head down, but she not textin' (Wow)