"911" lyrics
Ah, yeah
It's the return of the bosses
I got my neck and wrist in designer, I'm lookin' frosted
I don't even wear none of my rings, but I know I bought them
We catch 'em at the light and we stomp him out in the Forces
I was with shorty, she tweak, exhausted
We turnin' niggas traps into abandoned buildings, it's haunted
I was in the back with the hammer, nigga, we on shit
He probably think he tough 'til the chopper leave him in [?]
I was only 20 in Robin jeans, I been flossin'
Just keep your bitch away from me, nigga, I think she stalkin'
We got extended clips for these niggas that keep on talkin'
I'm workin' at the crib in my room and you at the office
That's enough for the repetitive
They know I'm a CEO, I'm the leader, executive
I remember usin' the card readers and scammin' shit
Probably smokin' blunts in the car, eatin' some lavish shit
He gon' do this shit when I say I don't do extortion
I need the rights to all of my music, you get a portion
Buildings fallin' like 9/11, I'm in the door side
I know you wanna be me, but try, you get a coffin
Alright, ayy
It's the return of the bosses
I got my neck and wrist in designer, I'm lookin' frosted
I don't even wear none of my rings, but I know I bought them
We catch 'em at the light and we stomp him out in the Forces
I was with shorty, she tweak, exhausted
We turnin' niggas traps into abandoned buildings, it's haunted
I was in the back with the hammer, nigga, we on shit
He probably think he tough 'til the chopper leave him in [?]
I was only 20 in Robin jeans, I been flossin'
Just keep your bitch away from me, nigga, I think she stalkin'
We got extended clips for these niggas that keep on talkin'
I'm workin' at the crib in my room and you at the office
That's enough for the repetitive
They know I'm a CEO, I'm the leader, executive
I remember usin' the card readers and scammin' shit
Probably smokin' blunts in the car, eatin' some lavish shit
He gon' do this shit when I say I don't do extortion
I need the rights to all of my music, you get a portion
Buildings fallin' like 9/11, I'm in the door side
I know you wanna be me, but try, you get a coffin
Alright, ayy
