Lyrics 7-11 - Chris Travis

Everyday bitch, I wake up and feel a lil different
I got these hoes out they head, like they on meds, fill the prescription
Take a good dose of these mixtures, sorry if it already hit ya
Run up my money and vanish, prolly discover a planet
I got yo bitch in her jammies, through them Backwoods and candy
7-11, 4 in the mornin' breakfast [?] leverage
Boy I'm in heaven, I'm a need somewhere to stretch it
Talkin' about money lets get it I'm ready
I can't be worried about you cause you petty
Niggas ain't nowhere near me so lets get it, bitch

Bitch I am spazzin ain't no lookin back
Smoke up a sack
Most of these niggas just rap
Don't got the shit that they rap
Know how to act
Boi I state facts
If I don't got it I get it lil nigga now run and pay dat
Bitch what I got on the line but that shit doesn't matter materials came fast where I'm at

Bitch I'm still standin
Come in and cut you like freddy
Fuck what you sayin I'm hefty
Teach you a lesson
If you know me it's a blessin
Lil nigga never be question
Bitch I'm still standing
Come in and cut you like Freddy
Fuck what you sayin I'm hefty
Teach you a lesson
If you know me it's a blessin
Lil nigga never be question

Waken and baken
Thowin it up by the acre, nigga
Nobody made me
Poor nigga save it
I've been a man since a baby
Teenagers drive bitches crazy
Smoke till the 80s
Some of this new shit can't play it
Man niggas ain't different
Better be somewhere you fuck niggas isn't
I really don't get it
Waken and baken
Thowin it up by the acre, nigga
Nobody made me
Fuck nigga save it
I've been a man since a baby
Teenagers drive bitches crazy
Smoke till the 80s
Some of this new shit can't play it
Man niggas ain't different
Better be somewhere you fuck niggas isn't
I really don't get it