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

[Verse]
Oh you lyin' to me 'bout that lame ass n***a
Eleven hundred, bitch, I'm the same ass n***a
On my momma, ain't nothin' like yo last n***a, 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 fuckin' n***as
I get this funny ass feeling when we be fuckin' 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***as 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 fuck 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 fuck with me if I went to prison?
I got some ugly ass exes fuckin' up my image
Treat yo pussy like a opp the way I'm tryna kill it
Me and Mitch made a wave, these n***as tryna steal it
I be going through some shit but I just say I'm chillin'
Any bitch that ever left me, y'all gon' really feel it
Is you tryna stay down? Cause it can take a minute
I usually fuck with janky bitches, could you show me different
Take my L's on the chin, my first name Crimson
Bitch, 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***a still blowin' you up, I guess the plot thickens
Ay, that n***a still blowin' you up, I guess the plot thickens
Ay