Was Hannin 1100 Himself

[Intro]
‘Leven thousand
Fuck with me
Hold on lemme hit this woody real quick
On my momma thirteen hunnid my cousin
On the real

[Verse 1]
I used to want eleven thousand now I want eleven million
Fat Tone died when I was in high school and I still feel it
Damn, what the fuck going on
You ain’t even got no pistol why you grabbin’ yo phone (fake ass clutchin)
I don’t drop a lot of music, I’ll sing you the song
I was going through some shit nigga leave me alone (leave me alone man)
If you ever really need me then call my phone (tap in)
Keepin’ lil niggas round me like a fuckin’ group home, nigga (I'm with my lil niggas)
Likе a group home homie, a VLone hoodiе (huh)
A Benny’s I got silly soup on me (VLone hoodie)
I ain’t believe the feds was watchin’ ‘til they did a swoop on me (They kicked my door)
If I ain’t know you round this bitch I ain’t ‘gon throw the deuce on you (Who are you blood?)
My lil nigga in sixth grade ‘a up a deuce deuce on you (He on you)
My lil nigga in seven building throwin’ his dug dugs on him (he throwin’ fits)
Five ‘oh got behind me, had to oop juke on ‘em (Fuck five 'oh)
When my bitch threw it back she put the voodoo on me (she threw that ass back)
I don’t trust a lot of niggas they be too too phony (fuck ass nigga)
See an unfamiliar face, I’m like “who you homie?”
I see my nigga Tae muggin, I’m like “Ooh we on it”
He done pushed up on a nigga with the two two forty (I can’t do shit about that)