Lil Kayla - 11:11

Lil Kayla, wassup?

Thought I had me a real nigga, that was cap
Just made a call to the streets, bitch, I'm back
My old joints tappin' in like, where you at?
One call, one tap, that nigga face up in my lap
11:11, God, send a nigga with them racks
Don't really like scammers, I want the nigga flippin' packs
And hoes always talkin' 'bout Kayla this and Kayla that
But did you tell them hoes how Kayla never gave your nigga back?
Bitch, yesterday's nigga, he is not today's nigga
If you comin' come correct, nigga, have that pape' with you
I don't want no lil' pup, gotta have some age with him
All my niggas Tyler Perry 'cause I'm makin' plays with 'em, ayy
Shoutout my bro, he a real grave digger
You won't catch him on no pic with no bitch, he hate Insta'
'Bout me, fuck your politics so don't play, nigga
Couple bitches still mad 'cause I was fuckin' they nigga
Please excuse me, baby, that's the old me
But when my nigga got fucked, nobody came and told me
It's fair game with niggas, all these bitches ever showed me
And you came up to score on me so, baby, let it go please
Anyways, finna go with dude up on a dinner date
I'm at Mastro's eatin' salmon, I'on't really get with steaks
Really, I just want some money, get my lil' pussy ate
And ion really got a type, be out here doin' anything
Look, this nigga been chasin' me for years, Michael Myers
I keep tellin' niggas that I love them, I'm a liar
I don't hit them stores no more lil' baby, I'm retired
But you call my phone if you lookin' for a buyer
Move wrong, get your ass popped like a tire
I won't break a nail, my niggas murder for hire
Drip down, Bior, Balenci' for the attire
I keep a play up, still gettin' checks from Empire

Written by:
Lakayla Gathron

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