November-11

Breaking rules and picking pockets, gang, yeah we tote these weapons
No talking, we just blow your head in
We charge like it's N-11
Ain't got a bando but I know the setting
Bands a young general, we take off then we do the stepping
My Migos, man, we love to step in
Like a god, nigga, feel the presence
These days, nigga, feel the blessing
We take off then we do the stepping
My Migos, man, we love to step in
Like a god, nigga, feel the presence
Young rappers, they be underwhelming
Why the fuck you talking, man, the gang, yeah we tote these weapons
No talking, we just blow your head in
We charging like it's N-11
Ain't got a bando but I know the setting

Why the fuck you talking, man, the gang's full of Gs
Blow your head out, now your brains down the street
Like a chef cooking, man, you know I love to eat
I'm not vegan, cause I'm stirring up the beef
Steph Curry, I'm cooking three
Don't put me off, I'm getting my UAV
I'm a postman, cause you know I love the P
Push that bitch like I work for DPD

Not a king, but I tuck it like a V
Not a hoe, but I'm moving like a bee
Not the top, but I'm feeling like a G
Breaking rules, never stop, referee, give me a T

Breaking rules and picking pockets, gang, yeah we tote these weapons
No talking, we just blow your head in
We charge like it's N-11
Ain't got a bando but I know the setting
Bands a young general, we take off then we do the stepping
My Migos, man, we love to step in
Like a god, nigga, feel the presence
These days, nigga, feel the blessing
We take off then we do the stepping
My Migos, man, we love to step in
Like a god, nigga, feel the presence
Young rappers, they be underwhelming
Why the fuck you talking, man, the gang, yeah we tote these weapons
No talking, we just blow your head in
We charging like it's N-11
Ain't got a bando but I know the setting

Ain't got a bando but I know the setting
Whip it in the bando, but I know I'm guessing
Your bitch ass flat though, I'm trying to fuck her bestie
Spin that ass back though, I can bench, who's pressing
Yeah, switch up the flow a bit
I'm sick, don't curse, that's older kids
Run, skip, water drip, knowledge over this
Run, pick, play stick, outfit cold as his

I pick up my beam its like Supreme I got the logo like a T
You know how I be, already got a T

Official gave me two, so I hit him with a ween
Cross, cause I tote these weapons
No talking, nigga, blow your head in
We charging like it's N-11
Ain't got a bando, but I know the setting
Bands a young general, I take off and I do the stepping
My Migos, nigga, love to step in
Like a god, nigga, feel the presence
I say these days, nigga, feel the blessing
I take off, do the stepping
Migos, love to step in
Like a god, feel the presence
Young rappers, underwhelming
Man, the gang, yeah we tote these weapons
Ain't got no talking, nigga, blow your head in
Said it once, we charging like it's N-11
Ain't got a bando, but I know the setting



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Writer(s): Ryan Tyrone Ruzane
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