11:11

Lil Kayla, wassup?

Thought I had me a real ****, that was cap

Just made a call to the streets, bitch, I'm back

My old jawns tapping in like, "Where you at?"

One call, one tap, that **** face up in my lap

11:11, God, send a **** with them racks

Don't really like scammers, I want the **** flippin' packs

And hoes always talking 'bout Kayla this and Kayla that

But did you tell 'em hoes how Kayla never gave your **** back?

Bitch, yesterday's ****, he is not today's ****

If you coming, come correct, ****, have that pay wit' you

I don't want no lil' pup, gotta have some age with him

All my **** Tyler Perry 'cause I'm making plays with 'em, ayy

Shout-out my bro, he a real gravedigga

You won't catch him in no pic with no bitch, he hate Insta'

'Bout me, fuck your politics so don't play, ****

Couple bitches still mad 'cause I was fucking they ****

Please excuse me, baby, that's the old me

But when my **** got fucked, nobody came and told me

It's fair game with ****, all these bitches ever showed me

And you came up to scold me, so baby, let it go please

Anyways, finna go with dude up on a dinner date

I'm at Mastro's eating salmon, Ion really get with steaks

Really, I just want some money, get my lil' pussy ate

And Ion really got a type, be out here doing anything

Look, this **** been chasing me for years, Michael Myers

I keep telling **** that I love 'em, I'm a liar

I don't hit them stores no more lil' baby, I'm retired

But you could call my phone if you looking for a buyer

Move around, get your ass popped like a tire

I won't break a nail, my **** murder for hire

Drip down, Dior, Balenci for the attire

I keep a play up, still getting checks from Empire