11:11 (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Kayla]
Lil Kayla, what's up?

[Verse 1: Lil Kayla]
Thought I had me a real n*gga, that was cap
Just made a call to the streets, b*tch, I'm back
My old jawns tapping in like, "Where you at?"
One call, one tap, the n*gga face up in my lap
11:11, God, send a n*gga with them racks
Don't really like scammers, I want the n*gga flippin' packs
And hoes always talking 'bout Kayla this and Kayla that
But did you tell them hoes how Kayla never gave your n*gga back?
b*tch, yesterday's n*gga, he is not today's n*gga
If you coming, come correct, n*gga, have that pape' with you
I don't want no lil' pup, gotta have some age with him
All my n*ggas 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 b*tch, he hate Insta'
'Bout me, f*ck your politics, I don't play, n*gga
Couple b*tches still mad 'cause I was f*cking they n*gga
Please excuse me, baby, that's the old me
But when my n*gga got f*cked, nobody came and told me
It's fair game with n*ggas, all these b*tches 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' pus*y ate
And I don't really got a type, be out here doin' anything
Look, this n*gga been chasin' me for years, Michael Myers
I keep tellin' n*ggas 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 n*ggas murder for hire
Dripped down Dior, Balenci for the attire
I keep a play up, still getting checks from Empire
[Interlude: YN Jay]
Damn
What the f*ck? You just went crazy like that
Like, why you just do that to 'em? Like, now I gotta go
Alright

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
One b*tch, two b*tch, three b*tch, I got four hoes
You do not got no b*tches, 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 sh*t, 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 f*ck 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 b*tches in the club
Throwin' all the money in the club, ain't no more ones
Like, how the f*ck 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 b*tches 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 b*tch I'ma ball, I do not need Spaulding
n*gga, how the f*ck 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