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11 PM
Hip-Hop/Rap
11 PM was released on December 26, 2025 by Huncho Gang Music Group as a part of the album LOST FILES
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Release DateDecember 26, 2025
LabelHuncho Gang Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM149

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trizzzycainexo
Trizzzycainexo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
sebastian michael kemmling
sebastian michael kemmling
Songwriter
Timothy Cruz
Timothy Cruz
Songwriter
S. M. K.
S. M. K.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SMK
SMK
Producer

Lyrics

I love you XO
Yeah, aye Yeah, aye Yeah, aye
Yeah, I'm feeling down I've been wishing you would come around
Just me sitting in my bed Yeah, I'm counting hundreds now
Girl, why you leave me on read? Now I feel like such a clown
I was rocking hand-me-downs Now I hit the stu, I'm dappered down
Dropped out of school to chase this cash I ain't seen no cap and gown
Used to clown me in the class I bet they ain't laughing now
They gon' shake your head and try and snake your mans Oh, what's that about?
Bring them ratchets out I got some young bulls who be crashing out
I put the Dior on the bag I'ma go slide to the trap, and fill it with racks
Stuck in my thoughts, that's a fact, I'ma just pour up some act, Leave that in the past
Put one-two-two on the dash This life I'm living is fast I'm trying not to crash
Bitch, I'm addicted to money My fingers be itching and shit like I got me a rash
Too much smoke I feel this shit all in my chest
Drank too much lean Smell this shit all on my breath
Brand new Glock with a beam Run up and I put you to rest
She say I've been all in her dreams She tell me I'm not like the rest
She ask if I'm falling in love And I don't know the answer
I pull them bands out She get to feeling on me like a dancer
She saying, she saying I'm rude She saying I don't got no manners
I'm at the stu out in Hollywood I got this Lean in my fanta
She blowing, she blowing my line Lil' baby think that I'm stressing
She left she left ya house around nine, I'm beating it up by eleven
**** can't do nothing to me Don't leave the house without a weapon
Yeah, she telling she telling me all of her sins Like she think I'm a reverend
Yeah, I'm feeling down I've been wishing you would come around
Just me sitting in my bed Yeah, I'm counting hundreds now
Girl, why you leave me on read? Now I feel like such a clown
I was rocking hand-me-downs Now I hit the stu, I'm dappered down
Dropped out of school to chase this cash I ain't seen no cap and gown
Used to clown me in the class I bet they ain't laughing now
They gon' shake your head and try and snake your mans Oh, what's that about?
Bring them ratchets out I got some young bulls who be crashing out
I put the Dior on the bag I'ma go slide to the trap, and fill it with racks
Stuck in my thoughts, that's a fact, I'ma just pour up some act, Leave that in the past
Written by: S. M. K., Timothy Cruz
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