Slow Down lyrics

[Intro]
Eleven hundred
Thirteen hundred my cousin
f*ck with me though
Ay

[Verse]
It's funk town, do you know who you f*cking with?
Like a bad ass 'lil kids tryna touch the b*tch
If I had a nine to five I 'ah have to change my shift
Get yo' lips on my neck, on some tattoo sh*t
b*tch I'm hittin' it from the back, tell me, that's who's sh*t?
I was thinkin', could you be the b*tch I move with?
Is you livin' witcho mama? Do you got yo' own sh*t?
She like, "Hunch why you always gotta bring that four [?]
I said flush them pills if the door get kicked
And if you really f*ck with me show that sh*t
Im just askin', can a n*gga get yo' time and that's it
And with all the respect, you a fine ass b*tch
If you put me in the game, it ain't no sideline sh*t
Don't be f*ckin' with no n*ggas, that's the guidelinе sis
Is it Oakland High or Tech or you a Skyline b*tch?
On some valеntines sh*t, would you be mine b*tch?
Tell me, do you got a n*gga? I'm not with the mind tricks
I know these pus*y n*ggas hating, baby, never mind them
I used to share shoes with Shawn like, "Brother what size them?"
Oh my bad, that's yo b*tch? Better watch her eyes then
I'ma shoot my sh*t once, I ain't finna try again
I'm just tryna see you cook. What you need, a frying pan?
Eleven thousand been that n*gga I ain't even lyin' man
Eleven thousand been that n*gga I ain't even lyin' man