PAST ELEVEN Video (MV)

Shit it's been so long since I done took a L, just know that I'm winning
I took a step back from you niggas and started just husltin' like I was Pippen
When I come twelve car garage don't tell me you knew I was hard cause nigga you didn't
I gotta couple bops, it be tears in they eyes when I pull up my denim and jet it
Dawg in my body so I gotta get it, against all odds I'm still gone bet it
I told that girl you know what you signing up for when you pull up on me past eleven
Yeah, slim body my attraction, baby come here let me slam you
Let's make a movie get a Grammy, f*ck me like you want a family
I told that girl you know what you signing up for when you pull up on me past eleven
Yeah
It's crazy that as a lil kid I was thrown in the deep and I still ain't panic
Remember the times I wasn't even grown, but all the grown bitches was calling me handsome
You should of seen how crazy lil shorty got after the sex, done turnt into Charles M. Manson
Like gah damn baby what happened?
Going back broke I couldn't even fathom
Take ya bm and I'll give her nostalgia
Don't act like we ain't try and tell ya
Slamming this hoe and her pussy so wet I turned on the lights and her skin like Nutella
Yeah
Her skin like Nutella, at my word she gone f*ck on the fellas
At my word she gone count these bills otherwise my dead presidents is helpless
(SHARK SHIT)
Yea
Like where is a bag, cause I'm finna run it
Just wanna cram, I'll keep it a hundred
You still on yo ass, you allergic to motion
I think my baby divine the way she moving and talking, her kitty a potion
I don't even get why you jackin' the fin, you not from the ocean
I gotta wood, It's stuffed with that dawg so loud it's like I just heard an explosion
I gotta couple of bitches with niggas I'm all in they head and I'm causing commotion
(Yeah)
Yo bitch wanna love on me
Put everything on the line just to rub on me, when I got these buffs on me
These hoes get in a line for a chance just to touch on me
You a wide body let me crash ya
You on fire baby let me gas ya
Make me wanna trick and-
(Oh my god)
Make me wanna trick and call her magic
My life like a musical
Red bottoms on cranberry juice
Yo dream girl she kind of cute
My hoe look like Clair Huxtable
My bitch bad, make ya bitch uncomfortable
They so mad they can't get close to you
Too much ass can't f*ck in the coupe
Stars in the roof I just can't lose
Shit it's been so long since I done took a L, just know that I'm winning
I took a step back from you niggas and started just husltin' like I was Pippen
When I come twelve car garage don't tell me you knew I was hard cause nigga you didn't
I gotta couple bops, it be tears in they eyes when I pull up my denim and jet it
Dawg in my body so I gotta get it, against all odds I'm still gone bet it
I told that girl you know what you signing up for when you pull up on me past eleven
Yeah, slim body my attraction, baby come here let me slam you
Let's make a movie get a Grammy, f*ck me like you want a family