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717 cee & cocc pistol cree - 911 lyrics

[intro]
mathias

[verse 1: 717 cee]
[?] on our side, but [?]
with that bag on his head, i’m ’bout to catch another case
[?], we don’t care about [?]
if you [?], then you better say your grace
[?] on these verses like it’s 9/11
we be posted in the trap, totin’ .911s
you can’t tell me how to rap, ’cause it’s my intention
and you n+ggas like to cap, can’t be [?]
and i’m in love with the money, you can see it in my dna
you see the renaissance, should i do a psa?
[?] about? he ain’t a cna
and i’ma get into the green like a csa
and i’ve been at the top, y’all just couldn’t see me
y’all n+ggas still outside, tryna [?]
i don’t care about the hate, ’cause i’ve been on repеat
everything i wear is authentic, you can see thе receipts
and i’m not into the business, but i’m gonna profit
i got percs up in my jeans, [?] in my pocket
gettin’ money like james harden all up in the rockets
i’ve been droppin’ all this gas like i’m [?]

[interlude]
mathias
[verse 2: cocc pistol cree]
uh, look
i be in the house now, but i still will pop out
and i got a son now, so i keep my gun ’round
i’m still in the trenches, but i’m on a mission
f+ck my baby daddies, ’cause they never gave tuition
drill n+gga, but i keep it pretty, though
hop up out the lamborghini truck with a fendi coat
tryna save the world, it put a dent up in my pocket
’cause my baby boy, bein’ broke is not an option
i don’t play any position, give a f+ck about tradition
i’ma make you a billionaire, you just gotta listen
ain’t no sittin’ still, ’cause the world just keeps spinnin’
and long as you grindin’, sh+t, the paper gon’ keep printin’
have all year like a pilot
and i ain’t gotta think, words just roll off of my lips
skiin’ in the winter, in the summer, on an island
they say, “she be wilin’,” so i don’t read the comment
and i don’t got no patience, see, my balance by the thousands
and you gon’ touch a billi way before you turn twenty
much love for the lord, i’m trappin’ in dior
anything i want, i could cop, plus more
just like the dior, nickelodeon resort
slime in my hair, but i don’t really care
they jealous of my life, just tell ’em life ain’t really fair
(they jealous of my life, just tell ’em life ain’t really fair, believe that)
[outro: cocc pistol cree]
mathias
uh, cocc pistol
717
family business

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