Yung Ethan - Eleven In The Strap Aka Ten Plus One Lyrics

Said that he gone kill me i ain't ever seen him lurking
I'm a real og baby girl i'm a real bandit
Hold up hold up hold up
I don't need no extended mag i'm shooting well
I'm fucking with yo bitch she be asking whats for sale
You got it fucked up i won't send it in the mail
Are you hella stupid trynna leave a fucking trail
Don't make me bury your old man with a kids pale
That's underneath the sand
I'll put him in the beach just to be real polite
Fucking on your bitch i can do that shit tonight
Yes i'm higher than a kite i'm smoking on some og
And its got me feeling right
I heard you fucking with some dirty ass dykes
I'm the type to fuck a freaky bitch and get it right
Trust me we ain't even gonna fight
9mm on me keep it on me at night
Keep it in the day i don't really give a fuck
And if i ever shoot you better fucking duck