Nine Eleven

Pull up in a 911 panny coupe
Open up the doors air it out and point and shoot
Shootin with a pistol that I keep inside my boot
And stab them with a knife I keep inside my pocket too

See these red wings, bloody red up to the cuff
Like Louboutins stompin out the things not good enough
A little bit of me is probably underneath all this scuff
I hate mostly everyone, everything, myself most above

I'll go ahead and shoot that motherfucker on sight
No friends, if we ain't brothers then we ain't tight
We're spotty wolves when we all hangin in the den
We rollin on spinner rims when we comin for their head

Pull up in a all black beamer coupe
Scrape it on a curb even though it's brand new
Shoot from passenger, just me shootin here boo
A red dot flashin through their windshield too

Pull up in a 911 panny coupe
Open up the doors air it out and point and shoot
Shootin with a pistol that I keep inside my boot
And stab them with a knife I keep inside my pocket too

See these gold rings, never green around the cuff
Like diamonds to me you are just not that good enough
A little bit of me is probably there so who am I to judge
I hate mostly everyone, everything, myself most above

I'll go ahead and shoot a motherfucker on sight
No friends, if we ain't brothers then we ain't tight
I'm spotty like a cheetah when I'm in the city's blend
We rollin with limo tint while you are sleepin in your bed

Pull up in an all white bentley coupe
Flip open the doors just to get a better view
Suicide doors see me shootin out em too
A green beam flashin in their damn eyes too

Pull up in a Rollie with the star roof
Bro got on a Rollie while he breakin up the boof
Would buy one for my Rollie, maybe myself a wraith too
Hide em from er mama in a house I bought with cash too



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Writer(s): James Catlett
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