Young Dolph - 911 lyrics
[Young Dolph - 911 lyrics]
These bad bitches love a nigga
You know that bout
Got that 911 parked in front of my trap house
Momma said "what the fuck
Boy you flippin' out"
Got that 911 sittin' outside the trap house
Welcome to my world where I do
This shit they rap bout
Got that 911 parked in front of my trap house
Got that 911 sittin' in front
Of my trap house
Got that 911 sittin' outside my trap house
I was chillin' in South Memphis
Bumping Jeezy trap or die
Gettin' 10 thangs in the weekend I
Ain't never have to try trappin' ain't dead
Man these niggas just some pussies
My nigga just caught a quarter million
And smoked up all the cookies
Your bitch played in her pussy, claim she on
But nigga I took that and made
Her bring her best friend too
Cause that bitch kept lookin'
Girl you so fine I wanna turn you around
From the back and give you a whoopin'
It's back to my trap house
Where we don't do no cookies
No bakin' soda, no
Got plenty P's I sold some pie
Yea bitch I'm the weed man
Just bought all the pints from the lean man
Got a couple choppers, lotta sandwich bags
Dolph just parked the drop on the block
Foreign parked in the front
A couple of oldschools in the back
All the work gone
So we ain't doin' nothing but
Fucking bitches in the trap
If I get a hoe to your bitches it's a wrap
Dope boy in my free time I rap
Don't get me confused with
None of these rappers
Bitch I'm your baby daddy, baby trapper
Make your hoe your salary
In my neighbourhood, three days
Even my neighbour smoke weed
So yeah my neighbour good
Nigga I got my neighbourhood watch
So if you try to get in my spot
Nigga you might just make it not out
Sittin' in that vacant house
Don't know what these niggas all believe
But we on that paper route
If it ain't about money I don't wanna hear it
And if that bitch ain't bad
I ain't going near it
You know that bout
Got that 911 parked in front of my trap house
Momma said "what the fuck
Boy you flippin' out"
Got that 911 sittin' outside the trap house
Welcome to my world where I do
This shit they rap bout
Got that 911 parked in front of my trap house
Got that 911 sittin' in front
Of my trap house
Got that 911 sittin' outside my trap house
I was chillin' in South Memphis
Bumping Jeezy trap or die
Gettin' 10 thangs in the weekend I
Ain't never have to try trappin' ain't dead
Man these niggas just some pussies
My nigga just caught a quarter million
And smoked up all the cookies
Your bitch played in her pussy, claim she on
But nigga I took that and made
Her bring her best friend too
Cause that bitch kept lookin'
Girl you so fine I wanna turn you around
From the back and give you a whoopin'
It's back to my trap house
Where we don't do no cookies
No bakin' soda, no
Got plenty P's I sold some pie
Yea bitch I'm the weed man
Just bought all the pints from the lean man
Got a couple choppers, lotta sandwich bags
Dolph just parked the drop on the block
Foreign parked in the front
A couple of oldschools in the back
All the work gone
So we ain't doin' nothing but
Fucking bitches in the trap
If I get a hoe to your bitches it's a wrap
Dope boy in my free time I rap
Don't get me confused with
None of these rappers
Bitch I'm your baby daddy, baby trapper
Make your hoe your salary
In my neighbourhood, three days
Even my neighbour smoke weed
So yeah my neighbour good
Nigga I got my neighbourhood watch
So if you try to get in my spot
Nigga you might just make it not out
Sittin' in that vacant house
Don't know what these niggas all believe
But we on that paper route
If it ain't about money I don't wanna hear it
And if that bitch ain't bad
I ain't going near it