911

Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Dolph] These bad bitches love a nigga, you know what 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 the 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 [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 niggas just some pussies My nigga just caught a quarter million and smoked a pound of cookie Your bitch played in her pussy, claim she yours 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' 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 bitch 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 [Chorus: Young Dolph] These bad bitches love a nigga, you know what 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 the 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 [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 fucking bitches in the trap If I give a whole to your bitch, it's a wrap Dope boy on my free time I rap Don't get me confused with none of these rappers Bitch 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 Nigga, I got my neighbourhood watch, so if you try to break in my spot My nigga, you might just not make it out Choppas across the street, sittin' in that vacant house Don't know what these niggas on, but we on that Paper Route (Empire) If it ain't about paper I don't wanna hear it And if that bitch ain't bad, I ain't going near it [Chorus: Young Dolph] These bad bitches love a nigga, you know what 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 the 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