Emergency
Nine-one-one, what's your emergency
Uh, uh, uh, uh, BB
Every time I look at my phone, it's another check callin
Yeah, nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency
Draco in my Birkin, get you lit up, gone need surgery
They don't wanna do no features, got these rappin' hoes scurred to me
And they label stealin, I should sue them hoes for perjury
Pull up with my, yeah, yeah, is he trickin, yeah, yeah
Is he ballin, yeah, yeah, is we fuckin, I don't know
I don't talk to cops or opps or hoes I never saw before
As far as I'm concerned, you ain't my mama, you ain't got enough
Bitch, bend it over, let me see that booty talk
Got designer on her heels, she say that's her boojie walk
You say that you love me, what you actin' goofy for
If you scared to pull that trigger, what you got that tooley for
Uh, uh, we got switches like them bushes in the hood
Uh, uh, she got pressure, I say fuck it let her cool
Yeah, yeah, nigga green, he ain't never hit a jug
Don't know why he on my body, tryna fuck me, never could
Yeah, yeah, I got shooters that gon' spin like ballerinas
Yeah, yeah, I ain't stoppin' till I'm packin' out arenas
Pistol make her dance, make her do the Macarena
I don't trust her, tryna do me like that fat hoe, Did Salena
Shh, with my sister, she been drinkin' Casamiga
I got this nigga tryna pull up to my casa, he a eater
He know I got good energy, I'm solid, I'm a keeper
He just got my hair done, say he life when I'm a diva
Nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency
Draco in my Birkin, get you lit up, gon' need surgery
They won't do no feature, got these rappin' hoes scurred of me
And they label stealin, I should sue them hoes for perjury
Pull up with my yeah, yeah, is he trickin
Yeah, yeah, is he ballin
Yeah, yeah, is we fuckin? I don't know
I don't talk to cops or ops or hoes, I never saw before
As far as I'm concerned, you ain't my mama, you ain't got enough
They like, B.B, you too hard, you gotta lighten up
I'm like, fuck them hoes, I'm schemin, better tighten up
I remember when they told me I wasn't light enough
Now them niggas on my chocolate body, cause I'm pipin' up
Nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency
Nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency
Nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency
Draco in my Birkin, get you lit up, might need surgery
These bitches scurred of me
I should sue them hoes for perjury
B.B, yeah, yeah
Okay
Uh, uh, uh, uh, BB
Every time I look at my phone, it's another check callin
Yeah, nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency
Draco in my Birkin, get you lit up, gone need surgery
They don't wanna do no features, got these rappin' hoes scurred to me
And they label stealin, I should sue them hoes for perjury
Pull up with my, yeah, yeah, is he trickin, yeah, yeah
Is he ballin, yeah, yeah, is we fuckin, I don't know
I don't talk to cops or opps or hoes I never saw before
As far as I'm concerned, you ain't my mama, you ain't got enough
Bitch, bend it over, let me see that booty talk
Got designer on her heels, she say that's her boojie walk
You say that you love me, what you actin' goofy for
If you scared to pull that trigger, what you got that tooley for
Uh, uh, we got switches like them bushes in the hood
Uh, uh, she got pressure, I say fuck it let her cool
Yeah, yeah, nigga green, he ain't never hit a jug
Don't know why he on my body, tryna fuck me, never could
Yeah, yeah, I got shooters that gon' spin like ballerinas
Yeah, yeah, I ain't stoppin' till I'm packin' out arenas
Pistol make her dance, make her do the Macarena
I don't trust her, tryna do me like that fat hoe, Did Salena
Shh, with my sister, she been drinkin' Casamiga
I got this nigga tryna pull up to my casa, he a eater
He know I got good energy, I'm solid, I'm a keeper
He just got my hair done, say he life when I'm a diva
Nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency
Draco in my Birkin, get you lit up, gon' need surgery
They won't do no feature, got these rappin' hoes scurred of me
And they label stealin, I should sue them hoes for perjury
Pull up with my yeah, yeah, is he trickin
Yeah, yeah, is he ballin
Yeah, yeah, is we fuckin? I don't know
I don't talk to cops or ops or hoes, I never saw before
As far as I'm concerned, you ain't my mama, you ain't got enough
They like, B.B, you too hard, you gotta lighten up
I'm like, fuck them hoes, I'm schemin, better tighten up
I remember when they told me I wasn't light enough
Now them niggas on my chocolate body, cause I'm pipin' up
Nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency
Nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency
Nine-one-one, money callin' like emergency
Draco in my Birkin, get you lit up, might need surgery
These bitches scurred of me
I should sue them hoes for perjury
B.B, yeah, yeah
Okay
Credits
Writer(s): Bri Biase
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.