[Intro]
Thirteen hundred my cousin
Fuck with me
On the real
Eleven hundred

[Verse]
My name thousand everybody call me eleven hundred
Bitch, my 'lil n***a hit a lick, but he forgot the money
Told her she don't even play my songs, how the fuck she love me?
Huh, what's your intermission? Can eleven thousand hit it?
I ain't get yo message I got sprint, bitch, my phone be trippin
N***as think this lifestyle a game until yo game start glitchin'
You 'gon have to shoot that mother fucker if you aim that pistol
Bro, yo' old bitch 15, you a sеx offender
I call my bitch Futurama the ways I'm tryna bеnd her
Mitch stop mixing shit, you mother fucking blender
Man we tryna get the bread, ginger
I'ma get you back, I'm C. Lee with the fuckin' scissors
Mama used to tell me, "Fuck McDonalds, you gon' eat these gizzards"
Back when I needed a courtesy ride, cause I lost my Clipper
Whole time thinkin' you a snake, boy you a fuckin' lizard
Askin' "Do you hit too many licks?" when we around the bitches
Please take that hat up off yo' head cause you is not no wizard
I'll really make them n***a bleed, like my little sister
I'll put some shit in yo' lean, it's gon' clog yo' system
And this bitch asking for some pape, better call yo' n***a
Tryna stash the money in the wall, we call that hidden figures
Told my 'lil n***a earn yo stripes, before we call you "Tigger"
I'ma show you how to get some money, not to pull a trigger
I'ma still teach you how to shoot, cuz n***as be trippin
Ay