911

[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