One Eleven Video (MV)

Aye
Free Bryce, Free Mikey
Damn
You don't want that smoke no static
I would f*ck that bitch, but she ratchet
Got a whole pound in the package
I don't smoke blunts so I pass it
We f*cking, we breaking the mattress
That bitch is too easy, she practice
Most of y'all fake, y'all acting
We keep a tech, keep a gadget
We keep a tech, keep a gadget
I'm selling drugs to the addicts
We f*ck on a rug like Aladdin
I'm in the game like I'm Madden
I've ran it up more than once
She touching my dick, not my gun
My homie live life on the run
So you might take one to your lung
I got a fye on my hip
I let it fye, then dip
Good luck finding your bitch
My homie outside with a stick
In the matchbox swerving and shit
At the trap spot serving a brick
I never serve drugs at my crib
You ain't supposed to eat where you shit
Aye, what? Ooo. I'm f*cking it up
I would f*ck that bitch, but that bitch is stuck up
Just ran a lick, now I'm running it up
Ain't got a stick, but I'm keeping one tucked
Ain't got a bitch cause I ain't trying to love
Homie just called me, he told me what's up
He still in jail told him keep his head up
Heard that a pussy trying to get me set up
If I see you out in public you can get wet up
Aye, f*ck I'm on fire
I don't even chase cat, cause I be too tired
All I do is I work, trying to get my bands higher
I heard that you snitching, probably wearing a wire
Got 9's with extensions, got shooters for hire
Uh, pussy don't try me
Or there's blood on the concrete
Got shooters on my payroll, so there's blood on my timesheet
Chris Paul in the club cause I be where them dimes be
I'm so ill, I might need me an IV
I'm a Facebook post cause I heard your bitch like me
We might shoot a movie, now I'm feeling like Spike Lee
Y'all pull up with guns, but y'all want to fight me
Best rapper in the game? Mother f*cker I might be