Reecie Montana - E11even Lyrics

Ayee Yeah
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Eleven, Eleven
Aye Aye
Yeah Yeah
Popping Percocets for breakfast
Think they help with my depression
Got a weapon Smith and Wesson
And that bitch in my possession
I don't Like to talk A lot
I hide my anger and Aggression
Officer put me in handcuffs
I had weed in my possession
F*ck my teacher
And the classroom
I ain't here to learn no lesson
But I didn't read the message
Got yo text But I ain't stressing
I didn't sneeze but
I got me a blessing
They throwing shade
So I had catch It
She give me top in the studio session
I told dat bitch
Do not ask me no questions
She wanna f*ck
Cause I leave good impressions
I'm so authentic
These niggas be flexing
I keep a stick but its just for protection
She grab my dick
And I got a erection
Being broke is not a acception
I can't show love and affection
Everyday bitch I'm progressing
All my failures became lessons
I can't fwy you telling
She give me head like a melon
Niggas always switching sides
So I chose a new direction
I see the hate on they facial expressions
I think God just tryna test me
He just tryna send a message
Think I got a money fetish
Think I got a money obsession
Got a bad bitch she from Texas
And I love when she undressing
My whole life I been finessing
I be preaching like a reverend
I do this shit for the Number 11
I do this shit for my people In heaven
I was in Pakistan with la Devin
Now he locked up for some felons
Nigga my daddy was a felon
Oh he tryna open shop
What the F*ck this nigga selling
Oh he trying to shop
Oh he thought he was getting a blessing
Shorted that nigga on the pack so quick
Yeah I had to finesse it
Back in school boy we was reckless
Bitch I cheated on my tests
Now I flex on all my exes
All these bitches tryna sex me
I'm with Edai and he toting a 40
Said he want a zip
Nigga I short it
Pussy too good
I had to record it
( Record it )