The Fatal Sling
The 11th Hour
[Intro]
Yuh
The eleventh hour pull up with a fucking thottie
The eleventh hour pull up with a fucking shawty
The eleventh hour pull up with a fucking thottie
The eleventh hour pull up with a fucking-
Yuh

[Chorus]
The eleventh hour pull up to your fucking crib
With the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind, yuh
Suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
And everything we left behind was a couple of cars, yuh
The eleventh hour pull up to your fucking crib
With the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind, yuh
Suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
And everything we left behind was a couple of cars, yuh

[Verse 1]
Call me Leonardo, DiCaprio
Imma make a couple millions and then I go
Pull a tekashi-o, other side of rainbow
That's where I find myself a pot full of gold
Yeah we gon get high tonight
Baby we'll die tonight
Fuck it, we'll take flight tonight
Ain't got no diamonds, but I'll shine bright tonight
Pull a Glock, to my head, with the flock
While shorty give me head on my cock
Sipping out codeine of the foam cup
Motherfuck they don't even really know us
Pull a John Whick, if they focus
Huh, what the fuck they gonna do
Pulling up with Otac and the rest of the crew
Ay, and Ion sip purple goo
But if that is the shit, then you do fucking you

[Chorus]
The eleventh hour pull up to your fucking crib
With the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind
Suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
And all we left behind was a couple of cars, yuh
The eleventh hour pull up to your fucking crib
With the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind
Suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
And everything we left behind was a couple of cars, yuh

[Verse 2]
Now we getting faded, and we real fucking hazed
Man I spoke to Elon Musk, he told me this is space ex
Now we get sex ed, just like shorty Beth said
Now we having fun, while the lads 420 blaze it
Man this shit some kind of trip, dr. Strange call me Benedict
And I'm running on your shit, snatch it and I split
Fuckers talking down, yet they got nothing to prove it
When I catch them red handed, they might just get with bruises

[Chorus]
The eleventh hour pull up to your fucking crib
With the .999, and a hemmi sitting in behind
Suicide mission, we gon take off to mars
And everything we left behind was a couple of cars