11 AM on the East Coast

[Chorus]
11 AM, woke up, told myself, "Gon' stop fucking with these hoes" (These hoes)
Told myself, "Gon' stop fuckin' with these hoes"
Left at 4 PM, I was riding 'round the city with the gang talkin' down
I'm feelin' in my zone, give a fuck 'bout these hoes

[Post-Chorus]
8 PM, I was fuckin' with the gang, I've been with the gang
Mobbin' with the gang, nights all feel the same (These hoes)
12 AM, baby, you know me
Walk up in the function, and these hoes all on me

[Verse]
We was like seven deep
Party jumpin', bitches throwin' ass for a nigga
Who just sees them as another piece
Gas, smokin' OG, ballin' with my homies
"Sicko Mode" on repeat
Standin' on the couch, two, three women walkin' up
Wonder who a young nigga be
Obviously, they both see
Tryna feel up on me
Tryna figure who I be
It ain't no mystery, I'm as real as it gets
Niggas ain't built like me (Yeah-mm)
And we some real OG's
Niggas steady cappin', watchin' what they speak
Say they gettin' bread, but his tank be on E
Told her, "Baby girl, I'm an east coast nigga (With a lot of feelings)"

[Chorus]
11 AM, woke up, told myself, "Gon' stop fucking with these hoes" (These hoes)
Told myself, "Gon' stop fuckin' with these hoes"
Left at 4 PM, I was riding 'round the city with the gang talkin' down
I'm feelin' in my zone, give a fuck 'bout these hoes

[Outro]
12 AM, baby, you know me
Walk up in the function and these hoes all on me