11:11 (feat. YN Jay)

Lil Kayla, what's up?

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, the **** 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 them hoes how Kayla never gave your **** back?

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

If you coming, come correct, ****, have that pape' with 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, shoutout my bro, he a real gravedigger

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

'Bout me, fuck your politics, I 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 can't up the score on me, so baby, let it go, please

Anyways, finna go with dude up on a dinner date

I'm at Mastro's eating salmon, I don't really get with steaks

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

And I don't really got a type, be out here doin' anything

Look, this **** been chasin' me for years, Michael Myers

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

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

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

Move wrong, get your ass popped like a tire

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

Dripped down Dior, Balenci for the attire

I keep a play up, still getting checks from Empire

Damn

What the fuck? You just went crazy like that

Like, why you just do that to 'em? Like, now I gotta go

Alright

One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, I got four hoes

You do not got no bitches, you got no hoes

Drop a pint in four two liters, that's four fours

I be ridin' with my Bulldog, that's .44

Hundred thousand dollars ain't shit, you can spend it fast

Pulled up in a new McLaren, damn near spinned and crashed

Ayy, you can flip anything if you can flip a bag

How the fuck you slide on your opps and forget the mask?

He got body bagged

I just pulled up with a hothead, that's Johnny Cash

I be skatin' on ice like I'm in hockey class

My young dog was raised by the streets, he ain't got a dad

It's a lot of freak bitches in the club

Throwin' all the money in the club, ain't no more ones

Like, how the fuck you in the party with a gun?

I just met a college ho, she wanna party with a thug

Ayy, I'm finna unleash the dragon, I'm in beast mode

I ain't playin' GTA V, but I got cheat codes

I never knew that rich bitches really cheap hoes

I just put a shh on the Glock like, where the beep go?

Ayy, I made a hundred sixty-seven thousand in my Nike joggers

In the past, I thought about the future like, "I might be balling"

I'm a red-nose pitbull, I can't stop from dogging

I done got so high off this drank, it feel like I'm falling

Ayy, I told a bitch I'ma ball, I do not need Spaulding

****, how the fuck you eatin'? It look like you starving

Step back, shoot a three, I look like James Harden

Makin' plays at the liquor store, you do no know Pauly