911 lyrics

[Hook: Young Dolph]
These bad b*tches love a n*gga, you know what that bout
Got that 911 parked in front of my trap house
Momma said "what the f*ck, boy, you flippin' out"
Got that 911 sittin' outside the trap house
Welcome to my world where I do the sh*t 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

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I was chillin' in South Memphis, bumping Jeezy trap or die
Gettin' 10 thangs in the week and I ain't never have to try
Trappin' ain't dead, man, these n*ggas just some pussies
My n*gga just caught a quarter million and smoked a pound of cookie
Your b*tch played in her pus*y, claim she yours
But n*gga I took that and made her bring her best friend too, cause that b*tch kept lookin'
Girl you so fine I wanna turn you around from the back and give you a whoopin'
Then it's back to my trap house, where we don't do no cookin'
No bakin' soda, no forks or pots, got plenty P's, all sorts of pie
Yea b*tch I'm the weed man, just bought all the pints from the lean man
Got a couple choppers, lotta sandwich bags, all sorts of Glocks
Dolph just parked the drop on the block

[Hook: Young Dolph]
These bad b*tches love a n*gga, you know what that bout
Got that 911 parked in front of my trap house
Momma said "what the f*ck, boy, you flippin' out"
Got that 911 sittin' outside the trap house
Welcome to my world where I do the sh*t 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
[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
Foreign parked in the front
A couple of old-schools in the back
All the work gone, so we ain't doin' nothing but f*cking b*tches in the trap
If I give a whole to your b*tch, it's a wrap
Dope boy on my free time I rap
Don't get me confused with none of these rappers
b*tch I'm your baby daddy's baby trapper
Make your whole year salary in my neighbourhood (Three days)
Even my neighbours smoke weed, so yeah my neighbours good
n*gga, I got my neighbourhood watch, so if you try to break in my spot
My n*gga, you might just not make it out
[?] sittin' in that vacant house
Don't know what these n*ggas on, but we on that Paper Route (Empire)
If it ain't about paper I don't wanna hear it
And if that b*tch ain't bad, I ain't going near it

[Hook: Young Dolph]
These bad b*tches love a n*gga, you know what that bout
Got that 911 parked in front of my trap house
Momma said "what the f*ck, boy, you flippin' out"
Got that 911 sittin' outside the trap house
Welcome to my world where I do the sh*t 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