[Intro]
Eleven hundred
Thirteen hundred my cousin
Fuck with me though
Ay

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