911 - Young Dolph

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 wooping

It’s back to my trap house, where we don’t do no cooking

No bakin' soda, no books or pots, got plenty P’s I’ll sell some pot

Yea bitch I’m the weed man, just bought all the pints from the lean man

Got a couple choppers, a lot of sandwich bags all sorts of glocks

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 at 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 favorite trapper

Make your whole years salary in my neighbourhood, three days

Even my neighbour smoke weed, so yeah my neighbour good

Nigga I got my own neighbourhood watch, so if you try to break in my spot

Nigga you might just make it not out

choppers across the street, sittin' in that vacant house

Don’t know what these niggas on, 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