7-11 Lyrics – Travis Thompson

7-11 Lyrics by Travis Thompson

Oh, yeah
A rich man’s world
I have turned the storm of this beautiful land
But there come a time in the life of every man where work is not enough

Even if it’s just—
(Tyler might’ve did somethin’)
Used to take the Chevy to the 7-Eleven, huh, huh
Head up on a swivel, it’s a issue any second

Had the pep up in my step, my mama said I’m special, ayy, ayy
Never ever let a m#th*rf#ck*r play me peasant, yeah
I got new accounts in this b#tch (Yeah), look who you allowed in this b#tch (Ayy)
Boulevard boys with the gold teeth and the parolees, yeah, watch the rowdy lil’ ticket

Ain’t no one scarin’ us (No), pulled up in foreign lil’ chariots (Skrrt)
Homie done brought us our variants, and he got all of them Bank of Americas (Ha, ooh, whee)
I like quick money and aloe water (Yeah), opposition playin’ sabotagin’
Good head and shallow daughters (Hey), yeah, good weed put me out of body (Yeah, yeah)

These boots is made for walkin’ (Haha), corners meant for bendin’ (Yeah)
Can’t relate, then why you talkin’? (Why?) Shouldn’t even have to mention, yeah, uh
We the kids you stay away from
Try to name a trait that’s in me fake, bet you can’t name one

[?] of my plays from uno day, yeah, I been A1
Now I’m tryna live how a broke boy like it’s day none (Wow), huh
f#ck it up, run it up, y’all in my lane? Then buckle up
Yeah, you ain’t never seen a lil’ Navajo with a hundred thousand in a duffle, huh?

He ain’t mad about it, b#tch, suck it up
In the buildin’, what the f#ck is up?
Yeah, I sold the Chevy, now I’m gettin’ petty
Been forgettin’ what the humble was, ha

Used to take the Chevy to the 7-Eleven, huh, huh (7-Eleven)
Head up on a swivel, it’s a issue any second (Mm-hmm)
Had the pep up in my step, my mama said I’m special, ayy, ayy (Ayy)
Never ever let a m#th*rf#ck*r play me peasant, yeah

Yeah, you know what the f#ck it is, them boulevard boys comin’ through
Makin’ your b#tch choose a side once, but twice in this m#th*rf#ck*r
Yeah (Shut the f#ck up)
Juicy J

I be on that boulevard boy sh#t, might f#ck around and take your b#tch (Mm-hmm)
But I heard the ho was toxic, so I might not take the risk (Ha)
Came up out the gutter, but I knew one day I was gon’ be rich (Ching-ching)
At the store with my big brother, spent the dollar, fifty cent (Cash)

Used to take the bus but now I’m in the Bentley with this stick (Bah)
Ain’t have twenty bucks, now my pinky twenty, b#tch, I’m rich (Rich)
I ain’t have a papa, now I got a chef to whip it, whip it
Used to play sports, now I ball, no ref, I’m official (Uh-huh)

This is how you tickle a rich b#tch, Gucci, Gucci
Hundred racks or better or don’t even try to pursue me
Say the want the old me but b#tches wanna f#ck on the new me
Spent so much money in Louis, I walked in and they knew me (I’m just sayin’)

I came up from nothin’, that was nothin’, man, I won for nothin’
Came up off of hustlin’ and guess what? I ain’t even touch ’em
I heard weed was legal, I said, “f#ck it, let me grow a couple”
I just made another couple million that I’m ’bout to double

Used to take the Chevy to the 7-Eleven, huh, huh (7-Eleven)
Head up on a swivel, it’s a issue any second (Mm-hmm)
Had the pep up in my step, my mama said I’m special, ayy, ayy (Ayy)
Never ever let a m#th*rf#ck*r play me peasant, yeah

Yeah, man
Real hustlers in this m#th*rf#ck*r, man (—On some sh#t, g#dd#mn)
Y’all know who it is (Them Ambaum boys on some sh#t, g#dd#mn)
I came from that block, man (Them Ambaum boys on some sh#t, g#dd#mn)

Now we own the banks (Them Ambaum boys on some sh#t, g#dd#mn)
(Them Ambaum boys on some sh#t, g#dd#mn)
(Them Ambaum boys, boys, boys, boys)
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Travis Thompson Lyrics – 7-11

Travis Thompson

7-11