[Intro]
Lil Kayla, what's up?

[Verse]
Thought I had me a real n***a, that was cap
Just made a call to the streets, bitch, I'm back
My old jawns tapping in like, "Where you at?"
One call, one tap, the n***a face up in my lap
11:11, God, send a n***a with them racks
Don't really like scammers, I want the n***a flippin' packs
And hoes always talking 'bout Kayla this and Kayla that
But did you tell them hoes how Kayla never gave your n***a back?
Bitch, yesterday's n***a, he is not today's n***a
If you coming, come correct, n***a, have that pape' with you
I don't want no lil' pup, gotta have some age with him
All my n***as 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 bitch, he hate Insta'
'Bout me, fuck your politics, I don't play, n***a
Couple bitches still mad 'cause I was fucking they n***a
Please excuse me, baby, that's the old me
But when my n***a got fucked, nobody came and told me
It's fair game with n***as, all these bitches 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' pussy ate
And I don't really got a type, be out here doin' anything
Look, this n***a been chasin' me for years, Michael Myers
I keep tellin' n***as 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***as murder for hire
Dripped down Dior, Balenci for the attire
I keep a play up, still getting checks from Empire