Lan Cable lyrics

[Intro]
Eleven hundred (1300 my cousin)
Lame ass n*gga
'Bout that lame ass n*gga
Oh you lyin' to me 'bout this lame ass n*gga
That lame ass n*gga
Oh you lyin' to me 'bout this lame ass n*gga
That lame ass n*gga
Oh you lyin' to me 'bout this

[Verse]
Oh you lyin' to me 'bout that lame ass n*gga
Eleven hundred, b*tch, I'm the same ass n*gga
On my momma, ain't nothin' like yo last n*gga, ay
Doctor, Miami, make her ass bigger
I'ma throw the funk up if we take pictures
And I usually face my woods but I'm gon' let you hit it
I'm gon' ask you one more time, "Is you gon' let me hit it?"
I ain't even 'bout to touch you if you be f*ckin' n*ggas
I get this funny ass feeling when we be f*ckin' wit' it
Pleasе don't say you finna nut cause I'm gon' nut with you
I'm gon leave up in a minutе, is you cuttin' wit' me?
When I'm muggin' n*ggas in traffic she be muggin' wit' me
If I was a dirty ass janitor she'd be scrubbin' wit' me
Me and you could make away like Harriet Tubman did it
I f*ck with you but usually I do not trust these women
I had to stop poppin' perc's, they had my stomach spinnin'
Would you still f*ck with me if I went to prison?
I got some ugly ass exes f*ckin' up my image
Treat yo pus*y like a opp the way I'm tryna kill it
Me and Mitch made a wave, these n*ggas tryna steal it
I be going through some sh*t but I just say I'm chillin'
Any b*tch that ever left me, y'all gon' really feel it
Is you tryna stay down? Cause it can take a minute
I usually f*ck with janky b*tches, could you show me different
Take my L's on the chin, my first name Crimson
b*tch, can you roll this wood up or can you make chicken?
Bro just got a thousand beans and he drop kicked 'em
These is runtz, I need that band for the half pickin'
That n*gga still blowin' you up, I guess the plot thickens
Ay, that n*gga still blowin' you up, I guess the plot thickens
Ay