11:11 lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Kayla, what's up?

[Verse]
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